"Chuxi, what do you want to talk to about?"
"I think I’m deeply poisoned."
"...Chuxi?"
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin got nervous and was about to turn around, but Mo Chuxi held her down.
"Baby, don’t get nervous, don’t move carelessly, be careful for our baby."
He whispered in her ear, his warm breath lightly and rhythmically flickering beside her ear.
"Xinxin, if I exhibit any irrational behavior, rember to wake up, and if you can’t, just stay away from , then call the police."
Upon hearing these words, Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows tightly.
She turned around, grabbed Mo Chuxi’s hand, her beautiful, worried eyes eting his sowhat teasing yet deep gaze.
"Chuxi, since you clearly know you might act abnormal, why won’t you co ho with , or go to the hospital here? You tell to wake you, stay away, then call the police, which shows you’re still rational, so why won’t you just co ho with to get checked and trea—"
"Because I’m already not normal now."
"..."
Mo Chuxi’s answer left Yan Xinxin with her small mouth gaping in shock, a bit dumbfounded.
He said he’s already not normal?
Yan Xinxin moved her little mouth, wanting to say sothing, but found herself speechless at this mont.
After so thought, she decided to continue persuading him.
"Chuxi, listen to —"
But just as she uttered four words, Mo Chuxi suddenly extended his arm, pressing his palm on the back of her head, bringing his handso face closer.
Instinctively, Yan Xinxin’s neck shrank back a little in panic.
"Do you hate ?"
"...Of course not!"
Yan Xinxin quickly explained, emphasizing, afraid that Mo Chuxi might misunderstand.
Yet when she looked up and saw his bewitching eyes, she felt unsettled.
Love.
It’s a man’s hero’s grave.
And equally, a trap a woman cannot resist...
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