"Mo Chuxi, I don’t want your reputation to be ruined because of ."
Yan Xinxin spoke softly, loosening her grip on his shirt.
"You’re overthinking it."
Mo Chuxi’s lips curled into a casual, nonchalant smile.
"No one dares to report on my private affairs."
"But you’re really my teacher."
"I’m only a temporary substitute."
"That doesn’t change anything!"
Yan Xinxin lifted her delicate, petite face, her soft brows knitted lightly.
"A teacher is still a teacher."
"Then, when this term ends, I’ll refuse to teach as a substitute anymore, hmm?"
"..."
What on earth!
Hearing Mo Chuxi’s response, Yan Xinxin was utterly stunned.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she see a fleeting trace of indulgence in his eyes?
Lost in her daze, Yan Xinxin was abruptly brought back to her senses when her phone started vibrating.
He glanced at the caller ID briefly, then slid the phone back into his pocket.
"I have to go entertain a few people outside. Wait for here, and don’t wander off."
As Mo Chuxi finished speaking, he shrugged off his coat and draped it once again over Yan Xinxin’s shoulders.
"You’re expecting a baby. Don’t catch a cold."
With that, his words landed, and he turned around.
Yan Xinxin stood there dumbfounded, staring at the retreating figure of Mo Chuxi.
It was a long while before she lowered her head, reaching up to gently tug at the collar of the suit jacket.
Am I... dreaming?
"Lady Yan."
"Who?"
Startled by the voice, Yan Xinxin looked up sharply. Upon seeing who it was, a reluctant expression flickered across her face.
"It’s you."
"Hello, I’m Xiao Yiran."
With a playful curve to his lips, Xiao Yiran approached her, wearing a smile.
Yan Xinxin looked at him with suspicion.
"Xiao Yiran? What’s your relationship with Xiao Yize?"
"You know my younger brother?"
Xiao Yiran seed equally surprised.
"Lady Yan, a pleasure to et you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve encountered tonight."
"..."
Hearing Xiao Yiran’s complint, Yan Xinxin only felt uncomfortable.
"Lady Yan seems to get along quite well with your Teacher Mo."
"Teacher Mo has helped a lot. He’s a good teacher."
Seeing Yan Xinxin react indignantly, her petite face—flushed under the moonlight—was tinged with a childlike charm in Xiao Yiran’s eyes.
"Di Jue’s Crown Prince, Young Master Mo, is extraordinary in his professional abilities. However, all these years, he’s shown no activity in certain regards. There are even rumors in the circle speculating that he might not be interested in won."
"..."
She chose to ignore Xiao Yiran completely, her small face chilly as she sidestepped him directly. But to her shock, Xiao Yiran reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
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