Although Ah Ding didn't understand why his boss wanted him to blow this up, he obediently followed orders.
Mo Chuxi tossed aside his phone, his mood still sour.
He glanced at the ti and then got up to head to Yan Xinxin's room.
The door wasn't locked. Mo Chuxi opened it and imdiately saw Yan Xinxin sitting at the desk, holding a pen, as if she were diligently working on her howork.
He walked closer and glanced down, only to discover that Yan Xinxin wasn't seriously working on howork—she was copying it!
"Yan Xinxin."
"Ah..."
Too engrossed, she hadn't even noticed soone entering the room.
Hearing Mo Chuxi's voice, Yan Xinxin bewilderedly lifted her head.
"What's up?"
"What are you doing?"
Mo Chuxi pointed at her calculus textbook, his expression stern.
Yan Xinxin instantly acted like a student caught cheating, hurriedly closing the answer sheet as she opened her mouth to explain.
"I... this question is a bit hard..."
"You think it's okay to copy howork just because it's hard?"
"..."
"Who started the rumor that you, Yan Xinxin, are a top student at Ancheng University?"
Mo Chuxi voiced his doubts, lifting Yan Xinxin's chin with his hand.
"Aside from the title of 'pure campus belle,' I think the rest requires further verification."
"..."
How infuriating!
Yan Xinxin's beautiful eyes glared at Mo Chuxi, pouting angrily at him for a long mont before she picked up the answer sheet and resud copying.
"I want to copy! You're not my calculus teacher. You have no right to criticize !"
"Anyone can criticize soone for doing sothing wrong."
Mo Chuxi reached over and closed the answer sheet.
"..."
Yan Xinxin sulkily put down her pen.
"Young Master Mo, are you really this free? Why do you always enjoy picking fights with ?"
"Yan Xinxin, have you ever thought about your calculus teacher while copying answers like this?"
Mo Chuxi's expression was serious as he gazed at the petite, annoyed yet exquisitely beautiful face in front of him.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xinxin suddenly curved her charming lips into a smile, her dimples blooming sweetly on her cheeks.
"Well, it's funny you say that. Our calculus teacher has been replaced. The new one starting tomorrow is supposed to be an old man in his fifties. I haven't even t him yet, so I can't imagine it!"
"..."
An old man in his fifties?
Once again, Mo Chuxi felt a stuffy weight in his chest.
He was 26 this year, a pri age for a man. But who on earth kept spreading these damn rumors about him being so old grandpa!
Seeing Yan Xinxin lower her head and ignore him again, Mo Chuxi suddenly leaned down, his cool hand catching her small, pen-holding hand.
Yan Xinxin looked up in mild frustration.
"Young Master Mo, I have class tomorrow. I need to finish this now."
"There's sothing more important than howork that you need to do right now."
"What?"
Yan Xinxin looked confused, watching Mo Chuxi's attractive lips form two words.
"Warm the bed."
"..."
☆
Yan Xinxin had never realized that, once asleep, she had a habit of hugging things while sleeping.
When she woke up early the next morning and found her arm wrapped around Mo Chuxi's waist, her cheeks instantly turned scarlet red.
As she lifted her head, she was greeted by the sight of soone's serene and handso sleeping face, and the rhythm of her heart beca a little... odd.
The soft morning light spilled quietly over Mo Chuxi's sharply defined and stunningly handso features, an indescribable allure enveloping him.
Yan Xinxin quickly shifted her gaze, refusing to look at Mo Chuxi any longer, and instead hurriedly left the room.
The breakfast ambiance felt strangely awkward, and Yan Chenxi blinked curiously at Yan Xinxin.
"Xinxin, didn't you sleep in your room last night?"
"...Huh? Cough, cough, cough!"
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