"It's fine."
Mo Chuxi curved his lips into a sly smile.
"We can try it on the floor."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was stunned, unable to believe that the man who usually appeared cold and restrained in public could show such a devious and wicked side in front of her!
Has he been poisoned or something?
Yan Xinxin didn't want to engage with him and turned to enter her room, but Mo Chuxi followed closely behind.
"Don't come in. When I see you, all I can think about is what you did to my Chun."
She blocked the doorway.
Mo Chuxi's eyes darkened slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, I know what you're angry about, but I have my reasons. You'll understand very soon."
"Then let's talk once I understand."
Yan Xinxin said, preparing to shut the door. Mo Chuxi raised his hand and slapped it firmly against the door.
"Put this back on."
He held out his other hand, and Yan Xinxin saw, to her astonishment, the ring lying in his palm.
"I don't want it. I've already said I won't marry you."
