Qin Mo glided smoothly right past the large dragon, his loose white linen shirt completely spotless, while his flat black flip-flops let out a regular, lazy 'thwack-thwack' sound against the polished floor tiles.
His pale, flawlessly handsome face wore a look of supreme, deeply condescending superiority as he held a small, elegant velvet box containing the premium caramelized popcorn crystals.
"A loud brute only looks at the surface chaos," Qin Mo murmured smoothly, resting the small box gently near Lin Wan's hand before leaning in close to her side, his silver-tinted eyes full of doting, serene affection.
