Yan Xinxin truly couldn't understand. Still lost in confusion, Mo Chuxi leaned down and gently kissed the corner of her lips.
She blinked, staring dumbfounded at the man in front of her.
What was going on?
Was he out of his mind?
Why was he suddenly acting so tender?
"Mo Chuxi, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Xinxin, confused, broke free from his hands.
His arms empty, Mo Chuxi seemed to return to his senses.
Seeing the little woman in front of him looking at him full of suspicion, he froze momentarily. Realizing he had lost his composure, his gaze and expression returned to their usual aloofness.
"Yan Xinxin, are you even a woman?"
He looked at her, slightly displeased, and opened his thin lips to speak.
This little woman had so decisively shoved him away. Any other woman would be eager to throw herself into his arms every chance they got.
"Don't you already know if I'm a woman or not?"
"..."
"..."
As those words left her mouth, the surrounding air went quiet.
