The word "regret" resonated heavily in Mo Chuxi's ears.
Suddenly, Mo Chuxi chuckled.
His sharp, thin lips opened and closed in her vision.
"Yan Xinxin, you're smarter than I imagined. You know how to restrain me."
"Is that so?"
Yan Xinxin responded with a faint smile.
Her seemingly calm reply pierced directly into Mo Chuxi's heart.
Yan Xinxin silently let out a breath of relief.
That was truly a risky move just moments ago.
"Stay here. I'll go get you a dress."
Mo Chuxi said as he stood up, his back straight and sophisticated.
Yan Xinxin turned her head to look at him.
"Young Master Mo, this was your own choice. So don't come asking me for interest later."
Mo Chuxi paused his steps at the doorway.
He turned slightly to the side.
"Do you really think I care that much about this so-called interest?"
He parted his lips to speak.
Yan Xinxin froze briefly.
What does he mean?
"Yan Xinxin, the thing I desire most—it's inside you."
With that, he turned and left.
