Mo Chuxi's confession was so unexpected, it was something Yan Xinxin never thought would happen!
Seeing her still looking resistant, Mo Chuxi's brows slightly furrowed.
"Yan Xinxin, is this still not enough?"
He asked, his long, slender eyes locking onto her intently, with a sense of helplessness surging in their depths.
"I worried about you all night, but you were with a man who harbors feelings for you. Shouldn't I be angry?"
"Angry? Of course, you, Young Master Mo, should be angry."
Yan Xinxin parted her lips faintly, raising her starry eyes.
"I'm your possession, aren't I? Your possession was touched by someone else. Of course, you, Young Master Mo, should be unhappy."
"..."
Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed deeper.
"Yan Xinxin, you're twisting my words."
"Whether I'm twisting them or not, you, Young Master Mo, should know best."
Yan Xinxin's tone was resolute.
