Yan Xinxin was stunned!
She even thought her ears might be playing tricks on her again!
Mo Chuxi looked at the dazed Yan Xinxin, strode over to the table, and reached out to grab the hand of hers that was holding the chopsticks. His handsome face leaned in close to hers.
It felt as though a subtle electric current passed through her heart, and Yan Xinxin's heartbeat grew increasingly erratic.
"I'm not joking with you, Yan Xinxin, we're getting married."
He spoke, his warm breath lightly brushing against her delicate face, his tone remaining domineering as always.
"Mo Chuxi, have you really thought this through? Marriage isn't something to play around with. We've only known each other for such a short time…"
"You're wrong."
Mo Chuxi interrupted, his gaze deep and heavy.
"We've actually known each other for a long time."
"…What?"
"Nothing."
Realizing he had let something slip, Mo Chuxi quickly stopped himself.
