Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows, her worried gaze directed at the man with deeply locked, sword-like eyebrows.
His face seemed so serious, those unfathomable eyes even darker than before, imbued with devouring intensity.
"Xi?"
Seeing Mo Chuxi ignoring her, Yan Xinxin grew even more concerned.
She clasped his hand and brought her small face up to him.
"Mo Chuxi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Please tell me!"
Yan Xinxin anxiously pressed, cradling his handsome face with her hands.
After a brief moment of confusion, Mo Chuxi shook his head, quickly returning to normal, but his handsome face appeared a bit weary.
Seeing the worry in Yan Xinxin's eyes, Mo Chuxi felt apologetic.
"Don't worry, I think maybe I haven't been sleeping well lately."
"Is that really all? How about letting Doctor Song check on you?"
"No need."
Mo Chuxi refused decisively, raising his hand to gently stroke Yan Xinxin's worried little face.
