He reached out and pinched Yan Xinxin's chin, his handsome face suddenly magnified right in front of her.
"Yan Xinxin, are you looking for death?"
"..."
His sharp gaze was soul-piercing.
Yan Xinxin stared at him, her eyes suddenly becoming particularly resolute.
"Yes, I am looking for death. If you've got the guts, go ahead and kill me!"
She stared at him fearlessly.
Mo Chuxi seemed to freeze for a moment. Staring into Yan Xinxin's eyes, his thoughts were suddenly pulled in a direction he didn't expect.
He abruptly reached out and grabbed Yan Xinxin's petite hand.
"Ow! That hurts! Mo Chuxi, what are you doing?" Yan Xinxin, irritated and flustered by Mo Chuxi's questioning, let slip this thoughtless remark in a fit of heat.
"Oh, really?"
Mo Chuxi's magnetic yet icy voice came from beside her ear.
Yan Xinxin snapped out of her memories, her gaze locking onto Mo Chuxi's face—cold as frost yet strikingly handsome.
He turned his head slightly, meeting her eyes directly.
