This was the typical look of a playboy: incredibly handsome, exceedingly charming, with a perpetual half-smile and boundless appeal. He perfectly embodied the rogueish charisma of a "bad boy whom women adore," yet this rogue also possessed a noble air.
He was drinking milk and looking for the remote to turn on the TV. His latest film was playing, and Mo Xiaobai felt quite pleased with himself.
"Xiaobai, my breakfast." The incomparably enchanting Queen Mo Wushuang descended the stairs. Seeing him watching his own film, she tutted, "Still watching your own movies? You're truly boring."
He'd watched the disc several times already, yet still watched it. What an idiot.
Mo Wushuang sat down and changed the channel. Mo Xiaobai waved his hand to snatch the remote. Wushuang asked with a fake smile, "Where's my breakfast? Go get some bread from the fridge."
