He took the lead, sealing her small mouth fiercely before Yan Xinxin could protest or scold him.
The night was hazy and elusive.
And on such an intoxicating evening, all he wanted was to pull her into the abyss with him...
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Over the next few days, Yan Xinxin stayed cooped up in the room, fully focused on completing her design draft.
Mo Chuxi brought in a small table, allowing Yan Xinxin to work on her designs while staying in bed.
She hardly ever left the bed, and even when she needed to use the bathroom, Mo Chuxi insisted on carrying her there.
She started to feel a bit regretful. Ever since they reconciled, he turned into an absolute demon at night, tornting her to the extent that her legs were weak every day, forcing her to stay nestled in bed.
Even for als and drinks, he didn’t stay out of it. Yan Xinxin declared that she could eat and drink by herself, but he insisted on feeding her.
"Young Master Mo, don’t you have anything better to do? Surely your trip to BL wasn’t just to take advantage of , right?"
Yan Xinxin fiddled with the materials in her hand, speaking without lifting her head as she subtly threw shade at the man holding her waist with one hand and playing on his phone with the other.
"Nothing is more important than teasing my wife."
He lay on the bed, speaking casually, his gaze shifting from his phone to the woman engrossed in her work.
Her bowed head and focused expression carried a certain indescribable charm.
Mo Chuxi sat up, wrapped his arms around Yan Xinxin’s waist from behind.
"Don’t ss around. I’m running out of ti."
Yan Xinxin pushed him lightly.
"Brother Xi just wants to hug my Yuan without disturbing you."
His tone was inexplicably tender and earnest. Yan Xinxin’s hand holding the tweezers paused slightly before she lowered her head again to continue her task.
Through countless days of effort, Yan Xinxin finally completed the final product for her design submission!
The lace woven with water-soluble threads was a shade close to silvery smoke purple, outlined with silver filants, and adorned with tiny sparkling rhinestones threaded within the silver.
Of course, the centerpiece was the exquisite little butterfly.
Its wings spread wide as though ready to flutter freely amidst blooming flowers...
Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but feel more satisfied the longer she admired it.
She carefully placed the finished product into a jewelry box before stepping out of bed and walking toward the bathroom.
Lowering her head, she washed her face, then looked at herself in the mirror, gently patting her cheeks. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a sudden wave of nausea surged up, and an intense burning sensation rose in her chest.
She quickly turned back to the sink, lowering her head as she dry-heaved.
No way...
Am I pregnant again?!
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