Mo Chuxi listened to Yan Xinxin’s soft murmurs, noticing her dazed expression, his sharp brows furrowed slightly.
"Yan Xinxin, are you awake?"
"Mm..."
Yan Xinxin nodded gently, her dreamy, watery eyes gradually clearing.
"Mo Chuxi, I dread of you."
"You dread of ?"
"Mm, I dread of what you looked like when you were a child."
Mo Chuxi chuckled softly upon hearing this.
"Do you even know what I looked like as a child?"
"I think so... I’ve seen photos of you when you were little."
Yan Xinxin said as she slowly sat up, raising a hand to touch her belly.
Her emotions appeared utterly calm, without a trace of panic or fear, which made Mo Chuxi feel sowhat unsettled.
"Yan Xinxin, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Yan Xinxin shook her head calmly.
"With you, Young Master Mo, by my side, what could possibly happen? If sothing were wrong, I’d be lying in a hospital bed, not yours."
Listening to her logical response, Mo Chuxi silently fell back into a state of ease.
Yan Xinxin, this little woman, looks delicate and weak, but in reality, she is strong, unyielding, and tenacious—completely different from her gentle and graceful appearance.
Mo Chuxi stood up, slid his hands into his pockets, and returned to his usual deanor of noble aloofness.
"So it seems my worry was unnecessary?"
He spoke, as if preparing to leave.
Yan Xinxin watched his tall, retreating figure, her gaze dimming slightly.
"Mo Chuxi!"
She called out.
The man’s steps halted.
"Mo Chuxi, do... do you worry about ?"
"Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi turned back, puzzled, his deep eyes eting the small woman’s hopeful gaze.
"You ca so quickly—were you worried about , or worried about... what’s inside my belly?"
Upon hearing these words, Mo Chuxi’s expression shifted to understanding.
His lips curled faintly, his handso fra standing unmoved.
"Yan Xinxin, the mont you asked that question, you already admitted that you care about —otherwise, why would you concern yourself with who I was worried about?"
"..."
As if her innermost thoughts had been laid bare, Yan Xinxin clutched the blanket tightly to hide her agitation.
"Mo Chuxi, I will never fall for you."
Never...
At least, not before graduation. It’s an absolute—falling for you would ruin both of us.
Hearing her firm denial, Mo Chuxi appeared indifferent, pulling his lips into a faint smirk.
"Do you particularly enjoy sweet things?"
He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerously seductive tone.
Yan Xinxin raised her eyes.
"What if I do?"
Mo Chuxi’s lips curved in a light smile.
"No wonder it’s so sweet here."
"..."
"..."
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