Hearing her childish response, Mo Chuxi's steps suddenly felt like they had turned to lead, freezing him in place.
He looked at the little woman leaning against his chest, whose face was unusually pale, yet still wore a faint, sweet smile. His heartbeat instantly lost its usual rhythm.
"Yan Xinxin, what did you just say? Say it again."
Mo Chuxi asked incredulously.
She called him Brother Xi?
Was it really Brother Xi? The "Brother Xi" she had once vaguely mentioned in the past?
And she also called herself Yuan?
"Idiot!"
Yan Xinxin suddenly lifted her bright catlike eyes, slightly moist, and her little face puffed up in anger as she glared at the man who looked utterly stunned and shocked.
"Brother Xi has turned into an idiot and doesn't even recognize Yuan anymore!"
She complained, her sweet voice filled with the innocence of a child.
"What Yan Xinxin? What is that supposed to be?"
"..."
"Hmm..."
