Yan Xinxin widened her beautiful eyes, the worry in her gaze mingling with a trace of reproach.
"Let go!"
She struggled with all her might, but he rely curled his lips into a wicked smile at her, the devilish charm blooming at his irresistibly sensual lips.
"No."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was montarily speechless, turning her head to glance at the small box Mo Chuxi had kicked into the corner earlier.
She wanted to turn around to confirm it, but he suddenly pulled her into his embrace with force, pressing her against the wall. Her back was tightly pressed onto the cold tiles.
Startled, Yan Xinxin lifted her head. The long, loosely tied hair that fell to her shoulders because of her struggles partially veiled her soft and tender profile.
"Mo Chuxi, let go! I need to check it closely!"
Yan Xinxin resisted, attempting to push him away.
But this man was as immovable as a wall of iron. No matter how she pushed, it was completely futile!
"Worried about ?"
Above her head ca the low, magnetic voice of seduction from the man, causing Yan Xinxin’s movents to halt.
Mo Chuxi leaned in slightly, his handso face drawing close to Yan Xinxin’s delicate one.
His enchanting eyes, tinged red with moisture, held a trace of greed and affection as they admired her serene and graceful oval face.
Her soft and gentle brows, lively cat-like eyes, delicate nose, and cherry-pink lips—all of it made his heart race and stirred sothing deep inside him.
"Why didn’t you tell you were hurt?"
She raised her eyes to et his, carrying a hint of reproach.
Mo Chuxi responded with a casual smirk, his fingers gently pinching Yan Xinxin’s chin, his fingertips lightly stroking her soft and glistening lips.
"It’s just a minor issue. Why would I worry my wife over it? Hmm?"
"You know I’d worry, which is all the more reason you should’ve told !"
As she spoke, Yan Xinxin reached up to grab his right arm.
From the tear in his shirt, the wound seed to be on the back side of his right arm, near his shoulder.
Mo Chuxi swiftly grasped her delicate hand, causing Yan Xinxin to freeze in place. Just as she planned to reprimand him, his handso face assertively closed the distance, seizing her lips without room for negotiation.
It was evident—he didn’t want her to see his wound.
Yan Xinxin’s resistance was in vain. Mo Chuxi’s kiss was powerful, his lips lingering on hers, then gradually descending.
"Mo Chuxi, let see your wound!"
"What’s so fascinating about a wound? Isn’t doing this far more beautiful?"
Yan Xinxin’s cheeks were instantly overtaken by blush. She lowered her gaze nervously, only to lock eyes with the man’s dazzlingly dark gaze raised toward her.
"Chuxi, stop being childish. You’re hurt—let look at your wound."
When firmness failed, Yan Xinxin resorted to softness.
She was also worried that Mo Chuxi might lose control in such a heated mont.
"Don’t worry about my wound, baby, I’m really fine."
Mo Chuxi gently caressed Yan Xinxin’s cheek, his handso brows arching with an ambiguous charm.
"Right now, I’ll prove to you that such a minor wound cannot affect at all."
As he spoke, he suddenly lifted her right leg.
Yan Xinxin had no ti to react or say no before she felt his body draw even nearer. Then, she was lifted by the hand he placed at her waist.
"..."
Yan Xinxin’s body stiffened, her wide eyes staring in disbelief.
"Mo Chuxi, you..."
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