Apologizing is inherently insincere. The awkward thing is, Mo Chuxi bluntly pointed it out without a shred of tact.
The two won, who have been mingling in high society circles, now wished desperately for a hole to crawl into!
They could even see other socialites they usually have afternoon tea with covering their mouths, stifling laughter.
"Teacher Mo, thank you, but since it’s a fake apology, I won’t accept it."
"..."
Xiaoxiao and Zizi’s faces instantly turned pale with embarrassnt.
"So, if you don’t accept it, does that an you’re still upset?"
Mo Chuxi asked in a gentle tone.
This man... is he addicted to playing this role? He’s acting so tenderly and convincingly.
Yan Xinxin touched her belly and gave Mo Chuxi a aningful look.
"Umm... not really. I’m just a little hungry."
"Then let take you to get sothing delicious."
"Thank you, Teacher Mo."
Yan Xinxin cooperatively pursed her pink lips into a shy smile, her dimples blooming like fresh flowers in full sweetness.
Mo Chuxi’s gaze flickered slightly, the smile reflected in his pupils stirring subtle ripples deep within his heart.
He stretched out his hand and unabashedly took Yan Xinxin’s small hand in his.
The crowd was stunned, but no one dared to say anything.
Yan Xinxin was equally surprised as she looked at Mo Chuxi. However, he remained calm and composed, completely ignoring the intricate and varied gazes from everyone.
Xiao Yiran, holding a wine glass, watched Mo Chuxi lead Yan Xinxin by the hand through the hallway to the balcony outside. A devilish smirk played on his lips.
Yan Xinxin did feel a bit stifled.
Standing on the balcony now, with the cool evening breeze caressing her, the queasiness in her stomach had eased considerably.
"How did it feel being stuck in a place with no signal for so long?"
Mo Chuxi’s deep and sensual voice rang out behind her.
Yan Xinxin turned around and t his deep, srizing gaze.
"Ah Ding told you?"
"That’s not important. What’s important is you need to rember, Mu Qianshui is no saint."
"No saint?"
Yan Xinxin was taken aback.
He actually described her that way.
"Did she recomnd this dress to you?"
He asked.
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"Kind of. At first, it was her assistant Mira who suggested it, and then she also ntioned it suited ."
As she spoke, Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate eyebrows and sowhat distressingly lifted the hem of her dress.
"I’m not sure if this lipstick stain can be washed out. What if it doesn’t co off..."
"If it doesn’t, you’ll just have to repay it with your body."
"... Huh?"
Yan Xinxin looked up in shock, only to find Mo Chuxi’s handso face unexpectedly close to hers.
She panicked, taking a step back, but Mo Chuxi quicker reached out, his palm landing firmly on her smooth back. With a gentle force, he pulled Yan Xinxin into his embrace.
As the distance between them diminished, Yan Xinxin could practically feel her heartbeat syncing with Mo Chuxi’s.
The evening breeze played with their hair, and under the romantic, dim lighting, the shadow of each other in their eyes was remarkably vivid.
Mo Chuxi’s deep and captivating gaze wrapped her own with a tender warmth, his thin lips slightly parting.
"This dress belongs to ."
"...What? You must be joking?"
"But now, it’s yours."
"..."
What he said left her in disbelief, but his low, magnetic voice made her heart race like a startled rabbit.
"The baby’s bullying you again? Hm?"
"...No, just a little queasy."
Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze and whispered.
Mo Chuxi leaned closer, and Yan Xinxin nervously buried her face further downward.
"So you’re still giving attitude? Haven’t I been indulgent enough?"
"You don’t need to indulge ."
"Yan Xinxin..."
"Teacher Mo, this isn’t the right place for this. Let go of for now..."
"This is inappropriate? Then... how about this?"
???
Yan Xinxin was utterly confused, but barely had a second to wonder before Mo Chuxi’s lips tyrannically captured hers!
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