Looking at Yan Xinxin's pale face that still hadn't recovered from the shock, Mo Chuxi felt a pang of sympathy but remained stubborn.
"Yan Xinxin, do you think I would intentionally stand behind you to scare you?"
He wore a serious expression, as if he was deeply earnest.
Yan Xinxin gently patted the little bundle in her arms, raising her cat-like eyes to meet his gaze defiantly.
"I only feel that every time you call me by my full name, Mo Dashaoye, it's a sign we're about to argue."
"..."
Upon hearing Yan Xinxin's words, Mo Chuxi squeezed his thin lips into a cold, hard line.
Before he could speak again, Yan Xinxin brushed by him, holding the sleepy little bundle.
A light, pleasant fragrance lingered around his nostrils.
Mo Chuxi turned, watching Yan Xinxin's stubborn back, further solidifying a decision in his heart!
The night deepened.
When Yan Xinxin returned to the bedroom after her shower, Mo Chuxi was nowhere to be seen, nor were the two kids.
