What's that?
Morning kiss?
Isn't that just a good morning kiss!
Yan Xinxin furrowed her beautiful, straight brows, sensing that something was amiss.
The woman's voice sounded familiar, as if it was... that woman called Jian Ziqing?
While guessing, she stood up and walked toward the door.
"Chuxi..."
She called his name softly, her voice tender.
As she approached the door, she saw Mo Chuxi toss the bouquet of red roses onto the ground.
"Don't make me nauseous!"
He said with disdain, shutting the door as he finished.
Yan Xinxin didn't know what had happened, but just as the door closed, she caught a glimpse of Jian Ziqing's hurt and sorrowful expression.
Recalling the things Jian Ziqing had deliberately said yesterday, Yan Xinxin curled her lips slightly, casting an ambiguous smile at Mo Chuxi.
"Did your ex-girlfriend come to ask for a good morning kiss?"
Mo Chuxi's hand paused on the door handle, then he turned around, his sharp brows already knitted together.
