What!
He wants her to sleep with him?
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened in shock, and suddenly her body tilted.
Mo Chuxi suddenly picked her up horizontally and walked towards the big bed.
"No, Mo Chuxi, President Mo, I'm not sleeping with you!"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her small hand tugging at Mo Chuxi's collar.
"It's not like we haven't slept together before."
"...That day was an accident!"
"Do you think I would believe that was an accident?"
Mo Chuxi looked down at Yan Xinxin.
"When will you let me enjoy the video you recorded?"
What the heck!
Yan Xinxin felt utterly speechless.
She wasn't perverted enough to record that kind of video!
Yan Xinxin hesitated to speak, and suddenly the angle shifted, her back sinking into the soft bed, followed closely by Mo Chuxi's body pressing down.
"No..."
Yan Xinxin refused in a panic, her heart pounding like a rabbit.
Mo Chuxi looked down at Yan Xinxin's panicked little face, his thin lips curving into an amused smile.
