Ten minutes later, Yan Xinxin stepped out of the stairwell.
Her delicate face resembled a blossoming pear flower, slightly tinged with blush, and her cherry blossom pink lips looked particularly soft and alluring.
Her heartbeat was still pounding wildly, like a drumbeat—"thump thump thump."
Yan Xinxin felt like she was going crazy. She actually did something so bold!
If it weren't for the pregnancy, maybe she and Mo Chuxi would've done something even more outrageous.
"Phew—"
She exhaled deeply.
"Xinxin."
Xiao Yize's voice drifted over from nearby.
Yan Xinxin froze abruptly, lifting her head in a slightly awkward manner.
"Master!"
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Yize looked at her with concern.
"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Uh… it's just a bit stuffy."
She lied, having no other choice.
Standing in the safety stairwell, Mo Chuxi heard Yan Xinxin's reply, smirked, and narrowed his eyes with a hint of mischievous amusement before turning away.
