Yan Xinxin's obedient response triggered a subtle pang of sourness and ache deep within Mo Chuxi's heart.
Did this foolish woman really imagine herself as Mu Qianyuan?
But even so, it still couldn't explain the striking resemblance of her words and actions to Mu Qianyuan's.
For a brief moment, his heartbeat seemed to stop.
He recalled the words Yan Xinxin said to him yesterday.
She had asked him, if Mu Qianyuan hadn't died, what would he do...
Hadn't died...
Mu Qianyuan hadn't died?!
The car sped swiftly down the road.
Damn Xiao Yiran!
What on earth had he given her to eat? Why couldn't Yan Xinxin recognize herself anymore, and why had her intelligence and expressive ability regressed to those of a young child?
"Brother Xi won't kiss, then Yuan will kiss! Yuan wants to kiss!"
Seeing Mo Chuxi remain still, Yan Xinxin leaned forward of her own will, planting kiss after kiss on his lips.
Mo Chuxi's hand around Yan Xinxin's waist tightened incrementally.
