Just as Mo Qingning was about to share her heartfelt thoughts with Yan Xinxin, she suddenly heard Mo Chuxi's teasing voice.
She released her embrace, turned around to look at Mo Chuxi, a mischievous smile on her pretty face.
"What? Is Young Master Mo afraid I'll steal your precious darling?"
Mo Chuxi smiled confidently at her words.
"Since she's my precious darling, you certainly can't steal her away."
"Hmph, conceited."
"It's called confidence."
Mo Chuxi curved his seductive lips and walked toward the smiling Yan Xinxin.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just asking Saozi a question."
Mo Qingning spoke with apparent indifference.
Yan Xinxin felt a slight worry upon hearing this.
It's okay for Mo Qingning to ask her about those old stories; she wouldn't mind at all.
However, she didn't want anyone to bring up the past with Mo Chuxi again, because she knew he would always feel a sense of guilt and regret.
