Yan Xinxin heard Mo Chuxi's words and instinctively sensed that this man might be about to do something to her. But at that very moment, both she and Mo Chuxi heard a tender voice pierce through the air of silence.
"Xi!"
Yan Xinxin finally snapped out of her daze, realizing that her son might be watching her and Mo Chuxi.
Her porcelain-white cheeks immediately flushed red as she reached out to push against Mo Chuxi's chest.
"Get up…"
"Brother Xi, why are you lying on top of Xinxin? Were you just trying to kiss my Xinxin?"
Yan Chenxi's small figure appeared at some unknown point and was now standing beside the two of them.
Well, great. Yan Xinxin felt her face burn hotter; she quickly turned her head away, avoiding her son's gaze.
"A child your age shouldn't say things that don't suit your age."
Mo Chuxi replied naturally and composedly.
"Mo Chuxi, get up…"
Yan Xinxin reminded him softly.
