Yan Xinxin widened her beautiful eyes, the worry in her gaze mingling with a trace of reproach.
"Let me go!"
She struggled with all her might, but he merely curled his lips into a wicked smile at her, the devilish charm blooming at his irresistibly sensual lips.
"No."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was momentarily speechless, turning her head to glance at the small box Mo Chuxi had kicked into the corner earlier.
She wanted to turn around to confirm it, but he suddenly pulled her into his embrace with force, pressing her against the wall. Her back was tightly pressed onto the cold tiles.
Startled, Yan Xinxin lifted her head. The long, loosely tied hair that fell to her shoulders because of her struggles partially veiled her soft and tender profile.
"Mo Chuxi, let me go! I need to check it closely!"
Yan Xinxin resisted, attempting to push him away.
But this man was as immovable as a wall of iron. No matter how she pushed, it was completely futile!
"Worried about me?"
