"Do you think I'll let you live here unconditionally? Yan Xinxin, do you think I look like a good person?"
Mo Chuxi's long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, exuding an air of danger.
He leaned closer to Yan Xinxin, his deep and captivatingly handso face pressing near hers.
"Your foolishness is actually kind of cute."
"..."
The warmth of his breath dyed Yan Xinxin's pale pink cheeks red once again.
Feeling a certain complex emotion, Yan Xinxin hurriedly stepped back, but Mo Chuxi's arm was faster, wrapping around her slender waist.
The sudden intimacy threw Yan Xinxin into chaos. She raised her panicked eyes but, before she could even see Mo Chuxi's face clearly, his lips pressed down on hers.
"Mm..."
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened, instinctively reaching out to push Mo Chuxi away.
But, as always, she couldn't match his strength.
Before she realized it, Yan Xinxin was pulled onto the broad bed by Mo Chuxi. His weight pressed against her petite fra, leaving no space between them.
Yan Xinxin felt his cool fingertips brushing against her earlobe, the fleeting touches teasing her again and again.
It felt as though her heart was being lightly scratched, an indescribable sensation taking over.
Mo Chuxi's lips finally left hers, but the kisses didn't stop there—his peach-colored lips grazed her cheek lightly, and then moved down to her neck...
Yan Xinxin's eyes suddenly widened, overwheld with a sense of helplessness.
Could it be... that Mo Chuxi's conditions involved sothing like this?
But, wasn't there always a girl in Mo Chuxi's heart that he could never forget?
No, that girl had left him when she was only six, and he was just nine at the ti. At that age, he wouldn't even understand love, so he couldn't have developed a deep obsession over it... Yet, he still missed her, didn't he?
If that's the case, then why would he be willing to act this way with her, Yan Xinxin?
Was it simply a man's physical needs?
A feeling of indescribable lancholy crept into her heart, coupled with nervousness.
Yan Xinxin raised her hand and gently pushed Mo Chuxi.
"President Mo."
"You can call by my na."
"..."
Yan Xinxin's cheeks flushed with heat as she suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand Mo Chuxi had let fall onto her neckline.
The man raised his deep eyes, a faint trace of desire flickering in his light brown irises.
"Mo Chuxi, can I owe you this ti?"
Looking at Yan Xinxin's flushed, nervous face, Mo Chuxi's thin lips pursed slightly.
"And when do you intend to repay it? Or, are you sure when you try to repay it all at once, you'll be able to handle it?"
"..."
What the hell!
Does he always have to talk like this?
"I... I think I can handle it!"
Despite her apprehension, Yan Xinxin mustered the courage.
She should be able to, right?
After all, that night... it seed to have happened more than once. And I could still walk afterward, right?
As Yan Xinxin thought these things, she suddenly felt a cold, murderous gaze fall upon her. She quickly snapped her attention back and looked up to see Mo Chuxi's eyes flash with an icy sharpness.
Her heart trembled as Mo Chuxi suddenly leaned down closer to her.
"Ah..."
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