Hearing Yan Xinxin gently breathe out that particular word, coupled with the hazy tenderness in her gaze, Mo Chuxi felt as though his heart had been immersed in champagne. He wasn't drunk—yet his heart was intoxicated.
Almost involuntarily, he lowered his head and captured Yan Xinxin's lips in a kiss.
The soft sensation, accompanied by a sweet, fresh taste—he was beginning to enjoy it. And at this moment, Yan Xinxin was unexpectedly submissive, unlike ever before.
Had this stubborn little wildcat finally learned to behave?
With gentle movements, Mo Chuxi pried apart Yan Xinxin's soft lips and teeth. With a commanding presence, he invaded like a conqueror, his slender fingers silently landing on the buttons of her shirt.
One, two, three…
Yan Xinxin only felt her thoughts scattering into chaos. Strange images flickered through her mind, leaving her with a headache and shortness of breath.
