"Do you think I would let you stay here unconditionally? Yan Xinxin, do you think I look like a good person?"
Mo Chuxi's long eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a hint of danger.
He leaned closer to Yan Xinxin, his deep, captivating face almost pressing up to hers.
"You look quite adorable when you're being foolish."
"..."
Yet, he clearly still had a girl he couldn't forget in his heart.
No, when that girl left him, she had been only six years old, and he just nine. At that young age, he didn't understand love, so there shouldn't have been an obsession with it—but didn't he still miss her?
If so, then why would he still be willing to act like this with her, Yan Xinxin…
Was it just a man's inherent desires?
A vague sense of melancholy crept into her chest, mixed with nervousness.
Yan Xinxin raised her hand and gently pushed Mo Chuxi.
"President Mo."
"You can call me by my name."
"..."
"..."
