Mo Chuxi, having just walked to the doorway of the room, paused upon hearing the tender voice of little Yan Chenxi.
"My wish is for little Xinxin to et a very, very good older brother who will take care of you for a lifeti, make you happy every single day, and ensure you’re no longer bullied by the an aunt and grandmother."
Little Chenxi articulated his wish clearly, word by word.
Yan Xinxin was unexpectedly stunned, her eyes almost instantly welling up with tears.
"Xi..."
"Daddy Chuxi is a good person. Even though he doesn’t smile often, I like him. The most important thing is, I feel that Daddy Chuxi can protect little Xinxin."
Every single word the little one uttered landed clearly in Mo Chuxi’s ears.
He stood at the doorway, his emotions montarily chaotic.
Suddenly, he found himself sowhat afraid to face the truth—if he really was that scumbag, then all the suffering and bla Yan Xinxin had endured over the past five years were caused by him.
If everything turned out to be true, how could he ever make ands?
He had always been composed and self-controlled, yet at this mont, with the paternity test results due tomorrow, for the first ti, he felt deeply uneasy.
After showering, Yan Xinxin stepped into Mo Chuxi’s room, imdiately sensing a warm sumr breeze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Her curiosity piqued, she walked over, quickly spotting the tall, graceful silhouette standing under the moonlit night.
Mo Chuxi was dressed in a white bathrobe, his short hair swaying lightly in the gentle breeze.
"The little one has fallen asleep?"
Just as Yan Xinxin was about to approach, Mo Chuxi spoke up.
She stopped in her tracks, seeing the man before her turn around. Under the moonlit night, his devilishly handso features exuded a cold yet enchanting allure.
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"Mo Chuxi, I want to talk to you about little Chenxi."
"I don’t want to discuss this anymore."
He refused decisively, lifting his piercing eyes.
"Co here."
"Mo Chuxi, you’re being completely unreasonable. You always demand this and that from , but you never let do things my way. Don’t you think that’s unfair?"
Yan Xinxin protested unhappily and turned to leave as she spoke.
Mo Chuxi took long strides forward, reaching out to grab Yan Xinxin’s arm and pulling her into his embrace in one swift motion.
A night breeze carrying warmth swept through, bringing with it the intoxicating scent radiating from the man.
Yan Xinxin, now held on the balcony, found herself barefoot, standing on Mo Chuxi’s feet. Her slender back pressed against his warm, broad chest.
"Mo Chuxi, let go..."
"Don’t move."
Mo Chuxi’s deep, magnetic voice whispered seductively in her ear.
Yan Xinxin froze, sensing Mo Chuxi’s arms tighten slightly, his breath flickering delicately against her neck.
An inexplicable sensation crept into her heart, a tingling that was hard to describe. It was as if she had been pinned in place, simply experiencing Mo Chuxi’s lips press softly against her cheek.
Was it this scent?
Mo Chuxi closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from Yan Xinxin.
Or was it this softness?
It drew him into her tender warmth over and over again, reluctant to leave...
Holding her close, his eyes shut, he continued to breathe in her aroma as hazy images floated through his mind.
The girl beneath him was like a rose blooming in the midnight hour—a fragile pale-pink rose. Yet, the piercing fragility, the crimson sar, quickly stained the delicate hue, turning it lush and vivid.
She was a born seductress, making it impossible for him to control himself.
Yan Xinxin stiffened where she stood, but then suddenly felt sothing firm pressing against her back.
She quickly realized what it was, her cheeks flushing with heat.
"Mo Chuxi, I’m going to sleep."
"I do too, but I want to sleep *with* you."
"..."
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