"No way!"
Yan Xinxin refused decisively.
She abruptly lifted her gaze, her starry eyes colliding with his charming, deep electric gaze, where traces of sentiment lingered, making it even more alluring.
Especially with his bathrobe loosely draped, revealing his toned chest.
Yan Xinxin's cheeks grew warm.
"Don't take risks with the baby inside your belly."
Baby.
Mo Chuxi was suddenly jolted awake, as if seeing a ray of light.
Yes, there's still the baby, his and Yan Xinxin's child.
"Mo Chuxi, if you truly care about me..."
"What did you say?"
Mo Chuxi interrupted coldly.
Yan Xinxin froze in panic.
"...Forget I said anything."
"You've already said it."
"..."
Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp eyebrows, his cold and handsome face leaning terrifyingly close to Yan Xinxin.
He questioned her in a cold tone, the displeasure in his words unmistakable.
Yan Xinxin felt as if she'd dug her own grave.
