"That's strange, where did I put it?" Mo Xiaobai mumbled while searching, his warm breath close to Mo Yao's cheek, and a faint rose scent lingered in the air.
The Mo family's garden had a vast expanse of rose bushes, and Mo Xiaobai, when idle, always loved to nap in the rose garden. The castle itself also consistently carried a subtle rose fragrance.
Mo Xiaobai rarely wore artificial scents; unless he was attending an event, he usually carried a faint rose aroma.
Mo Yao frowned, subtly turning his face away, creating a slight distance between them.
"I must have accidentally pressed something last time when I was watching adult films," Mo Xiaobai muttered. Mo Yao's face across from him became utterly unreadable, terribly gloomy. Mo Xiaobai, oblivious to the danger, continued talking about adult films.
"Have you had enough?"
