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Yan Xinxin stared blankly, her beautiful eyes half-open, feeling Mo Chuxi’s kiss—bold, yet fervent.
Rainwater trickled down their cheeks, landing on their lips, carrying an unexpectedly sweet sensation.
Mo Chuxi cupped Yan Xinxin’s face in his hands, utterly indifferent to the fact that both of them were standing in the rain.
In his mind, her flushed face and dazed expression sparked a sudden surge of desire...
"Mo... Chuxi..."
After a long while, Yan Xinxin finally returned to her senses, quietly calling his na as she gently pushed him away.
Mo Chuxi released her lips, his deep, srizing eyes fixed on the girl with her peach-colored cheeks and almond-shaped face before him.
Truthfully, he had no desire to stop.
"We, we should go back quickly. Xi will be worried about us."
Yan Xinxin said as she swiftly pulled up her hood, dodging past Mo Chuxi and dashing down the mountain.
Watching her retreating figure, which seed as though she was fleeing in panic, Mo Chuxi raised his hand and brushed his lips, lingering in the mont.
Tonight.
No matter what, he was going to have her!
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Sumr thunderstorms are often like a child’s tantrum: they co quickly and vanish just as fast.
By the ti they returned to the apartnt, the rain had already stopped.
Yan Xinxin hadn’t taken a bath in ages. After bathing her son, she finally had the chance to soak in hot water, relaxing and closing her eyes for a brief nap...
Mo Chuxi finished his shower and walked into the living room, where he saw Yan Chenxi sitting alone on the sofa, watching cartoons.
"Where’s your little Xinxin?"
He asked as he approached.
"Little Xinxin said she’s taking a bath. After she’s done, she’ll cook dinner. Daddy Chuxi, are you hungry?"
Yan Xinxin is bathing?
From the little one’s entire sentence, Mo Chuxi only caught that part.
Seeing Mo Chuxi remain silent, Yan Chenxi curiously twisted his little head around to watch his handso father stride toward the bathroom.
Yan Xinxin was genuinely exhausted. Gradually, she slipped into a light sleep with her eyes closed in the bathtub.
Mo Chuxi opened the bathroom door, his footsteps pausing slightly as he entered.
Yan Xinxin lay soaking in the bathtub, everything below her chest subrged in the frothy white bubbles. Her breathing rose and fell, faintly revealing the soft snow-white skin beneath.
Mo Chuxi’s sexy Adam’s apple shifted subtly, his gaze sweeping over every inch of her exposed skin.
Her off-shoulder collarbone was delicate and prominent—a masterpiece of finesse. Her neck was slender, her proportions flawless.
Yan Xinxin’s skin was as fair as fresh snow, the kind you instinctively knew would feel wonderful to the touch—a fact he had long ago confird with his own hands.
Her right arm rested gently on the edge of the bathtub, slender and smooth, although Mo Chuxi’s eyes eventually fell warmly upon the hand wrapped in a bandage.
Perhaps sensing the shadow lingering by her periphery, Yan Xinxin slowly opened her weary eyes in confusion.
And as her eyes opened, she found herself face-to-face with the silent figure of the man standing nearby. Startled, she sat up abruptly—only to realize she was completely unrobed. Panic-stricken, she grabbed a towel and hastily draped it over her body.
"Why are you standing there without saying a word?!"
Yan Xinxin’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her voice trembling with nervousness.
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curved into a faint smile as he took asured steps forward.
"Don’t—don’t co any closer!"
"Yan Xinxin, I ca in out of concern for you. What’s with this attitude?"
"...What—what do you an?"
Yan Xinxin hesitated, a mix of confusion and apprehension, as Mo Chuxi pressed his lips into a half-smile. Without warning, he reached out and grasped her right wrist.
Yan Xinxin began to struggle frantically.
"Mo Chuxi, you—you... what do you want?"
"What if I told you..."
"That I want to have you?"
"..."
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