Understanding the deeper meaning behind Mo Chuxi's words, Yan Xinxin suddenly sobered up completely.
He held her horizontally, striding purposefully toward the small room next door.
Yan Xinxin's cheeks were quietly heating up.
"Mo Chuxi, it's just one week, can't you hold out for one week?"
She mocked with disdain.
The man, however, looked at her with tender eyes.
"Seeing such a feast for the eyes like you every day, how do you expect me to stay indifferent?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin's cheeks reddened further, and she reached out to pinch Mo Chuxi's handsome face.
"Young Master Mo, you weren't like this before, you've really become more and more improper..."
"Do you know what I used to be like?"
Mo Chuxi lightly raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes looking even more enchanting under the warm night light.
Yan Xinxin met his gaze.
