Li Rouxi hurried to the semi-open kitchen and saw Wang Yuxuan standing by the kitchen counter with oil stains on his snow-white shirt.
His ink hair was slightly messy, but it added a wild laziness. His rolled-up cuffs showed strong arms and his healthy complexion was full of masculinity.
Even though the scene was in a mess, he was still charismatic like before.
"I wanted to make breakfast for you... but it didn't seem to go well." Wang Yuxuan shrugged lightly, his face calm.
Made breakfast for me?
Li Rouxi was holding back her anger. When she heard him say that, she was like a deflated balloon and couldn't even say one word of reproach.
Moreover, he was born with everything he needed and didn't need to handle anything himself. He had people who managed his basic necessities of life.
Did I save the universe in my last life? I could actually make the deity Wang Yuxuan cook!
Just for that, I let him off.
