Mo Chuxi’s confession was so unexpected, it was sothing Yan Xinxin never thought would happen!
Seeing her still looking resistant, Mo Chuxi’s brows slightly furrowed.
"Yan Xinxin, is this still not enough?"
He asked, his long, slender eyes locking onto her intently, with a sense of helplessness surging in their depths.
"I worried about you all night, but you were with a man who harbors feelings for you. Shouldn’t I be angry?"
"Angry? Of course, you, Young Master Mo, should be angry."
Yan Xinxin parted her lips faintly, raising her starry eyes.
"I’m your possession, aren’t I? Your possession was touched by soone else. Of course, you, Young Master Mo, should be unhappy."
"..."
Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed deeper.
"Yan Xinxin, you’re twisting my words."
"Whether I’m twisting them or not, you, Young Master Mo, should know best."
Yan Xinxin’s tone was resolute.
Just the thought of Mo Chuxi being deranged enough to open Yan Zhichun’s coffin made it impossible for her to speak calmly with him.
"Mo Chuxi, I’m going to move out of your place. I don’t want to continue this unclear and chaotic relationship with a man I don’t even truly understand."
As Yan Xinxin spoke, she turned around, and in that mont, it felt as if sothing inside her shattered.
"Isn’t it a little too late to call it unclear and chaotic now?"
His voice carried a trace of anger as it sounded behind her.
Mo Chuxi stared at Yan Xinxin’s halted figure, slowly stepping toward her.
"Yan Xinxin, I’ve told you before, if you ever want to leave , it would be either over my dead body, or yours."
"So, are you going to kill now?"
Yan Xinxin turned to face him directly, eting his frosty and furious gaze without an ounce of fear.
"Go ahead, kill . Just rember to dig up my grave afterward and take a good look!"
Her sharp, defiant words only made Mo Chuxi’s expression grow darker.
He had never seen a woman so stubborn, and what frustrated him even more was his complete inability to do anything about her.
Seeing Mo Chuxi rely staring at her without speaking, Yan Xinxin raised her chin defiantly, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips.
"Since Young Master Mo can’t bring himself to kill , this is goodbye!"
Yan Xinxin began to walk away, but a familiar force quickly restrained her wrist.
"Mo Chuxi, what exactly do you want?"
"I want you."
"..."
"Yan Xinxin, co back with . Marry . Don’t force to do sothing you’ll regret even more."
His deep gaze bore into hers, his tone seemingly indifferent, yet the ssage in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Marry you?"
Yan Xinxin echoed, then suddenly let out a small laugh.
"Mo Chuxi, soone who truly loves wouldn’t speak like that."
As she spoke, she lifted her left hand, gazing at the ring on her middle finger, her eyes glistening slightly.
"Ever since I t you, you’ve never once asked if I like you or if I’m willing. You’ve always done whatever you, Young Master Mo, wanted to do. I’ve always been passive. Yes, we had an agreent, but now I want to end it."
Yan Xinxin suppressed the pain in her chest, raising her hand and slowly taking off the ring he had personally put on her finger.
"Young Master Mo, the ga is over. Here’s your prop back."
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