“I’m already seventeen, how am I a child!?” Yun Che pressed the tip of his nose, raised his head, and with a hint of shallow anger, directed his gaze into Lan Xueruo’s beautiful eyes. “Senior Sister, you’re so beautiful and gentle, and yet you’re able to cook so well as well… I wonder which man, who is lucky enough to even be struck by lightning from the high heavens, will obtain your favor in the future… Ahem, are you really not going to consider a married man, who is also younger than you?”