"Huh?"
Hearing Mo Chuxi's questioning tone, Yan Xinxin was utterly confused.
However, he gripped her hand tightly, his gaze dark and icy, his expression cold and severe.
"Chuxi, what are you talking about?"
She blinked her gentle, beautiful eyes and looked at him.
Mo Chuxi seemed to finally come to his senses. Realizing how hard he was holding her hand, he quickly let go.
"Did I hurt you?"
He asked apologetically, then sat up.
Yan Xinxin smiled softly and shook her head.
"I'm not that fragile."
She smiled and touched his cheek with her small hand.
"What's wrong? Did you have a dream about me deceiving you or something?"
Mo Chuxi chuckled, leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. His sharp and angular features softened as warmth returned to his expression.
"I dreamed that you ran away with my little treasure, and even when I caught you, you refused to come back home with me."
"Wow, that sounds intense!"
