Mo Chuxi seemed to be contemplating as he looked at Yan Xinxin.
Indeed, there was something very important he wanted to ask her, but posing such a question might very well arouse her suspicion.
"Mo Chuxi, you… Mm?"
Mo Chuxi opened his eyes, half-dazed and half-intoxicated, his bathrobe loosely draping over his chest, revealing his alluring torso under the glow of the crystal chandelier.
Yan Xinxin stared absentmindedly for half a second before snapping back to her senses.
"Young Master Mo, if you're not going to ask, then I'm going to sleep."
As she spoke, she lay down, hugging a pillow and slightly turning her body to the side.
Mo Chuxi leaned down, moving closer to her side, their scents mingling.
"What did you say on the phone with Xiao Yize?"
He asked, his deep voice caressing her ear.
"Since when did the two of you become so close?"
So, after all this, it's still about doubting me and Xiao Yize?
