Yan Xinxin was chopping vegetables, vaguely sensing a fiery gaze fixed on her. She lifted her eyes uncertainly, only to find herself caught in the deep, mysterious eyes of Mo Chuxi!
What the heck!
Yan Xinxin's hand jerked involuntarily, causing the knife to slip.
"Ah..."
The sharp blade easily sliced through her delicate skin, and bright red blood immediately began to flow from her fingertip.
She lowered her head, preparing to clean the wound, when suddenly a beautiful hand reached out to hold hers.
Yan Xinxin quickly raised her eyes, seeing Mo Chuxi's composed and handsome face moving closer. The next second, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and enveloped her injured finger.
It's that same feeling...
Yan Xinxin stared blankly at the man in front of her, his bowed head and flawless profile still so captivating.
Watching him tend to her wound, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but feel somewhat mesmerized.
This man... she truly couldn't control her heart around him anymore...
