Madman!
Yan Xinxin only felt that this man was insane!
"Mo Chuxi, stop!"
Yan Xinxin gritted her teeth and tried to stop him, her small hands struggling with all her strength to press down on his hand that had already lifted her skirt.
"Didn't you say you didn't want the child? Then what do you want now?"
He retorted, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"How can you not remember? That night in the hotel, when you held me, you kept saying, 'I want it,' huh? Yan Xinxin, have you forgotten?"
"It's not like that!"
Hearing him mention that chaotic drunken night, Yan Xinxin's pale face regained a touch of blush.
"That night I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!"
"But I knew perfectly well what we were doing at that time."
"..."
Mo Chuxi leaned in closer, his warm breath mingling with the faint scent that intertwined with hers.
"Yan Xinxin, I'll give you one last chance: Do you want this baby or not?"
"I want it! I do!"
