Hearing his playful and provocative words, Yan Xinxin subconsciously pictured what this man was about to do next.
Her first reaction was still to escape, but of course Mo Chuxi wasn't going to give her the chance.
"Yuan."
He called out to her, his expression unusually serious.
"Who was it earlier that said they wanted to apologize to Brother Xi? Hmm?"
"...It was Yuan who said it."
"Then now you need to fulfill your promise properly and apologize to your Brother Xi with sincerity."
As he spoke, he pressed down on the back of her head, his lips landing on her cheek, gently pecking it with extraordinary tenderness.
Yan Xinxin's face grew warm, her heart racing.
"Chuxi, I want to tell you something first."
"Hmm?"
"Mom knows that I'm actually Mu Qianyuan."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Chuxi's kissing motion stopped abruptly.
