Yan Xinxin was stunned, her original thoughts completely disrupted, and the questions she wanted to ask swallowed by him.
Her heart instantly surged with emotions, and if not for the little baby in her belly, Yan Xinxin was sure she would have been completely swept away by Mo Chuxi's gentle and passionate assault.
The long and delicate kiss finally ended, and the lipstick on Yan Xinxin's lips was thoroughly consumed by Mo Chuxi.
With her face flushed, she looked at the faint pink on his thin lips, feeling a bit shy.
"Young Master Mo, do you, do you really like me that much?"
Mo Chuxi's long deep eyes gazed at her, the profound gaze intertwined with visible tenderness and affection.
"I wouldn't marry a woman I don't like."
He answered, then lowered his head to kiss Yan Xinxin's little mouth again, his gaze tender.
"Come here."
Mo Chuxi took her hand and led her to the bedside.
