"Yan Xinxin, I don't mind that you've had a child."
"..."
"The food you cook is just like you—very much to my taste."
"What… do you mean?"
"..."
"President Mo, I won't answer these personal questions."
Yan Xinxin made her stance clear, her tone distant.
"Just like I wouldn't gossip and ask who holds a place in your heart."
Mo Chuxi's sharp brows furrowed slightly as he reached out to clasp Yan Xinxin's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Would you like to know who I've loved?"
"I don't want to know."
Feeling irritated, Yan Xinxin tried to pry Mo Chuxi's hand away.
"Mo Chuxi, you're threatening me again!"
"That depends on whether you actually have something worth threatening."
"You..."
Yan Xinxin puffed up her cheeks in exasperation, clenching her delicate fists, yet she dared not retaliate.
She couldn't provoke him—this was a given.
Mo Chuxi gazed at her with a half-smile and shifted his body, laying down beside Yan Xinxin.
