Yan Xinxin didn't cry out in surprise, didn't panic, but instead, she was unusually calm.
This strength, this warmth, this embrace—she was all too familiar with them now.
"Baby, you're so beautiful today."
Mo Chuxi's low, magnetic, and seductive voice swept past her ear in the next second.
"It's been ten hours. Did you miss me?"
He asked softly.
Under the bronze-yellow light of the emergency stairwell, his deep and alluring features were extraordinarily handsome.
And to Mo Chuxi, the Yan Xinxin in his eyes was even more captivating and heart-stirring.
"Mo Chuxi, why are you in a place like this?"
Yan Xinxin was baffled.
The dignified Crown Prince, hiding in an emergency stairwell!
"No matter the place, as long as I can see my baby, it's a perfect spot."
"..."
"Have you played enough? Can you come back to me now?"
Mo Chuxi asked gently, his fingers lightly tracing over Yan Xinxin's delicate face.
"Didn't we agree earlier that I'd be with my master tonight?"
