In the long, Mediterranean-style dining room, Gu Xize chewed on a slice of bread with an air of nonchalance, every decoration in the room further accentuating his gentlemanly elegance and extraordinary nobility. Even breakfasting seemed like a form of art, particularly invoking a desire for quiet admiration.
"Wolf-like?" He merely glanced indifferently at Yun Sisi, mumbling to herself, then picked up his milk and gently sipped a small mouthful, "Once you've entered the wolf's den, it's difficult to extricate yourself."
"Yes," Yun Sisi lamented, regretting ever stepping into his and the wolf's lair, "Gu Xize, with your wolf-like ways of taking, I reckon I'll soon become a wolf mother, bearing a litter of wolf cubs for you."
"There won't be any wolf cubs," Gu Xize put down his milk, seemingly satiated, gracefully wiped his mouth, and Yun Sisi, surprised, raised her eyebrows, "How do you know there won't be any wolf cubs?"