That's mine
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Boyuan nodded and sat on the sofa beside her. He held the cup that was half-empty and started gulping. Jiang Tingxu wasn't able to stop him in time.
"Hey, th-that's mine! Yours is over there!" She was pointing at the untouched cup of milk in the tray beside him.
But he didn't stop—he finished his drink within a few mouthfuls.
"I like this cup better. You can have that one." He had no shame in doing so. It was like this cup had belonged to him all this while. He thought that since his wife was his, her belongings would've automatically become his as well.
Jiang Tingxu had felt her jaw clenched, but she had to refrain from cursing at him in front of their son. She could only sulk.
Mo Boyuan had been paying attention to her reaction. And his amused grin widened. He'd been counting how many times he'd gotten on her nerves that day. And she was almost at her limit. He knew he had to stop fooling around, or else he'll be digging his own grave.