In the darkness, Yan Xinxin couldn't make out the details of the scene in front of her, but she could clearly feel there was a man standing close to her.
Other than Mo Chuxi, it could be no one else.
Yan Xinxin's heart was pounding chaotically as she reached out in a panic to push Mo Chuxi away.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing? Let go of !"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her heart thudding like a drum: "Thump, thump, thump."
Mo Chuxi ignored her resistance. He leaned his head down toward her, his handso face almost grazing her ear. The faint, soft fragrance from her lingered at the tip of his straight, noble nose.
The scent was pleasant and soothing, reminding him of that uncontrollable night a couple of days ago.
This very fragrance, this very softness, had drawn him to lose himself and offer his first ti...
"Mo Chuxi, let go—"
"This seems to be my room."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was just about to explain herself, but Mo Chuxi's abrupt statent stopped her cold.
Damn it, that was exactly how she had planned to explain! But now that he had said that, no matter how she responded, it would just sound like an excuse.
But still!
She really did enter the wrong room!
She had absolutely no idea this was Mo Chuxi's room!
"Mo Chuxi, believe it or not, I honestly just walked into the wrong room!"
Yan Xinxin mustered up her courage, lifting her starlit eyes and emphasizing her innocence in all seriousness.
"Oh, really?"
Mo Chuxi's voice carried a lazy drawl as he questioned her, suddenly leaning in closer, so much so that Yan Xinxin held her breath in startled fear.
"Do you know what happens when you barge into the wrong room?"
"..."
"That night, did you also walk into the wrong room?"
Damn it, he was bringing up that night again!
Yan Xinxin was already flustered to no end, and now Mo Chuxi's question left her utterly at a loss.
*Click.*
Suddenly, the lights in the room ca on, and Yan Xinxin's vision brightened in an instant.
Although they had been so intimate that night, she had never seen Mo Chuxi's face up close with such clarity.
Indeed, he was a man favored by the gods, as flawless and exquisite as the finest jade.
Snapping out of her daze, Yan Xinxin shifted her gaze away, only to notice that, like herself, Mo Chuxi was also freshly out of the shower.
She was wrapped in a bath towel, while his towel was secured around his waist. His chest, defined and taut, carried a few glistening beads of water. The droplets slid over his chest, tracing a path downward before disappearing beneath the towel.
Yan Xinxin suddenly felt her nose grow warm, as though she was about to have a nosebleed.
She had never before looked at a man's body like this. Even on that night five years ago, she hadn't gotten a clear look at the man, much less his body...
Mo Chuxi observed her blood-red face with great interest, and unexpectedly, he felt a warm surge coursing through his abdon.
Yan Xinxin wasn't the seductive, flirtatious type of woman, but her soft, delicate features, paired with her shy and nervous deanor, made her even more irresistible.
"Yan Xinxin, didn't you say that your experience that night was terrible? In that case, let make it up to you right now."
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