"You can change your mind if you want!"
Mu Yichen smiled, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and looked mischievously at the man sitting across from him with a slightly wicked expression.
Jian Yan glanced at him and sighed helplessly, "Your habit of being calculative hasn't changed a bit over the years."
"Lucky for me, because she's mine!"
"Even if you weren't calculative, it's just a matter of time—it could be earlier or later. Do you think your twenty-plus years of feelings can't compare to the few years I've spent with her?"
"It's not like there aren't couples who've been together for decades and then broke up! I better stay cautious!"
Mu Yichen took another puff of his cigarette, like a big boy tightly holding onto a beloved toy.
"Suit yourself! You two have been bickering for more than just a day or two anyway."
Jian Yan sighed, not very interested. He knew he couldn't persuade Mu Yichen, so he gave up.
