Yan Xinxin had a foreboding feeling. She noticed Mo Chuxi's hand about to lift, so she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm with both hands.
"Xu Nuo, thank you. I'm leaving now—goodbye!"
Yan Xinxin hastily expressed her thanks, then turned to pull Mo Chuxi away, but how could she possibly overpower his strength!
"What did you just say? Say that again!"
Mo Chuxi stood by the apartment door, his tall frame like a mountain, unmoving no matter how hard Yan Xinxin tugged at him.
Xu Nuo had his hands in his pockets, a sly smirk curving on his lips.
"What's this? Mo Chuxi, jealous, are we? Looks like you really like this pure little campus belle from our school."
"Yan Xinxin is already my wife! Don't you understand?"
"I can't stop you from getting the marriage license, but you can't stop me from liking her either."
Xu Nuo once again boldly declared his feelings for Yan Xinxin.
