Suddenly, everything went dark!
Yan Xinxin froze for a second. Just as she was about to resist, a familiar faint orchid scent reached her nose.
"Didn't you say I'm the most handsome man you've ever seen? Then why were you looking at another man for more than three seconds?"
Mo Chuxi's deep and slightly husky voice swept past her ear like a plucking of strings, melodious and entrancing.
Yan Xinxin was startled, and it was only then that she realized Mo Chuxi's palm was covering her eyes.
She extended her free right hand and pried his hand away. As she lifted her gaze, her pupils reflected a breathtakingly handsome face that made her heartbeat quicken.
Yan Xinxin silently took a deep breath, then parted her lips to speak.
"What's this? Is Young Master Mo jealous again?"
She asked playfully, noticing Mo Chuxi looking at her with a complex expression.
"Young Master Mo, you've been acting really strange these past two days."
"Oh, have I?"
