Italy truly has many handsome men.
"Hi, are you lonely?" Wen Nuan countered with a smile.
Mo Xiaobai's finger slid across her face, and his charming eyes showed a hint of infatuation. "I'm very lonely, beautiful. Do you mind if I join your table?"
Wen Nuan looked around the empty restaurant. "Go ahead."
Mo Xiaobai was naturally thick-skinned. Mo Chen smiled and sat opposite Wen Nuan. Mo Xiaobai propped his head up, staring intently at Wen Nuan with an infatuated look, but secretly thinking, "Did my little cousin change his taste? Skin ten points, eyes ten points, nose eight points, mouth eight points, overall eight points. Assessment complete, not bad. At least the children born won't be too ugly."
Genetics were very important.
"Beautiful, hello. Why do you look so familiar? Are you a celebrity?" Mo Xiaobai asked, his eyes sparkling.
Wen Nuan smiled. "I think you look familiar too. You also look like a celebrity."
"Oh, which one?"
