"Mmm..."
Yan Xinxin opened her eyes wide in panic, even the rhythm of her heartbeat was completely thrown into chaos by this man.
"Chuxi."
A woman's voice called out again from behind them, sounding so soft and tender.
Mo Chuxi's forceful kiss paused slightly, and he released the woman held tightly in his arms with visible displeasure.
Yan Xinxin's cheeks flushed red. She pursed her lips twice, which glimmered from his kiss, and quickly turned around.
Mu Qianshui stood right in front of them, dressed in an elegant outfit. Her makeup was meticulous, her image flawless—she could easily pass as a goddess in the eyes of men.
Thinking about how Mu Qianshui had seen Mo Chuxi's kiss earlier, Yan Xinxin's cheeks immediately turned bright red.
"What are you doing here?"
Mo Chuxi spoke coldly.
His handsome face remained indifferent and composed, as though he was completely unaffected by Mu Qianshui's presence.
