Yan Xinxin heard the deeper aning behind Mo Chuxi’s words and reached out to press down on his palm.
"Mo Chuxi, don’t be impulsive."
"Of course I won’t be impulsive. My darling Yuan, I’m obviously going to love and cherish you."
He spoke suggestively, planting a kiss on her neck.
Yan Xinxin’s slender body shuddered slightly, and her cheeks flushed red.
Looking down, she saw Mo Chuxi’s fingers unbuttoning her shirt, and this ti, Yan Xinxin truly panicked!
"Mo Chuxi!"
Her face reddened as she used her elbow to push away Mo Chuxi’s chest.
He was caught off guard, allowing Yan Xinxin to slip out of his embrace.
Mo Chuxi, who appeared slightly disappointed, watched as Yan Xinxin, standing not far away, hurriedly buttoned up her shirt. He extended his tongue to lightly lick his lips.
"Before, when we weren’t familiar with each other, I could understand you rejecting , but now..."
"Now it’s work hours."
Yan Xinxin interrupted, emphasizing her point as she quickly tidied up her clothes and skirt, her face still crimson.
"If it’s work hours, then why are you in my office?"
Mo Chuxi spoke leisurely, his sharp, penetrating gaze locking tightly onto Yan Xinxin’s eyes.
Her beautiful pupils darted around in panic.
"Well, well... now it’s afternoon tea ti..."
"Which ans it’s break ti."
He interrupted again, casually slipping one hand into his pocket, turning away with a hint of disappointnt.
"During break ti, isn’t it alright for a husband to do sothing sweet with his wife?"
"..."
Getting called out like this, Yan Xinxin suddenly felt like she was the one in the wrong.
He loved her because she was Yan Xinxin.
But his feelings for her were extraordinarily strong, perhaps because she was the girl he had cherished so deeply in his youth.
So maybe such feelings weren’t entirely unexpected?
Even for... those kinds of things?
"Alright, I really need to work now. Go down and have afternoon tea with your colleagues."
Mo Chuxi’s faint voice ca from his desk. It sounded relaxed, but to Yan Xinxin, he seed a little irritated.
But letting him do that kind of thing here in the office... just thinking about it was embarrassing.
After tidying her clothes, Yan Xinxin finally walked up to his desk.
Mo Chuxi held a pen, flipping through docunts, his focused manner exuding an indescribable masculine allure.
"Are you mad?"
Yan Xinxin asked.
Mo Chuxi turned a page of a docunt, his exquisite and handso face largely emotionless.
"No matter what you do wrong, I’ll never get angry with you."
"..."
"Go ahead and get busy."
He looked up at her briefly, the corners of his beautiful lips tugging in a faint, teasing smile.
Yan Xinxin took a deep breath and parted her lips slightly.
"If you’re really not mad, then lift your head and look at right now."
Mo Chuxi’s fingers, busy flipping through the papers, paused.
He seed to ponder for a mont before raising his head.
His elegant and flawless face was illuminated by the clear sumr sunlight, looking breathtakingly handso.
Their gazes t at eye level, and Mo Chuxi parted his lips, his phoenix-like eyes carrying a faint trace of amusent.
"Do I look good? Have you seen enough? If not, you could apply to be my personal secretary. After all, I happen to be looking for a fair-skinned beauty with long legs to fill the position."
"..."
Yan Xinxin froze for a mont.
A fair-skinned beauty with long legs?
To be his personal secretary?
"Mrs. Mo, are you interested?"
"Thank you for the offer, President Mo, but I’m quite satisfied with my current position."
Yan Xinxin smiled and politely declined.
"Then I’ll stop disturbing you, President Mo. If you don’t want those pastries, just toss them!"
She turned to leave, but after walking a few steps, she paused and turned back around, her gaze eting Mo Chuxi’s seriously.
"Considering it’s afternoon tea and break ti, there’s sothing I need to report to my husband."
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