What!
Yan Xinxin stared in shock, her small cherry-shaped mouth agape, her entire delicate face frozen in utter disbelief.
He wants to kill her?
But Mo Chuxi's arm reached out and directly wrapped around her waist, effortlessly trapping her in his embrace.
"Yan Xinxin, did you hear me clearly?"
He pressed her, his dark and husky voice dangerously seductive.
"Since you've provoked me, don't naively think you can leave unless I agree to it."
Yan Xinxin, in a fit of defiance, finished speaking, reached out to push the man holding her away, and turned to leave the room.
Mo Chuxi stood rooted in place, feeling an inexplicable blockage in his chest, an uncomfortable sensation.
Why was it that he actually found himself willing to yield to this headstrong woman who always opposed him?
Was it just because she was his first woman?
☆
During dinner.
The atmosphere was inexplicably stiff.
Yan Xinxin glanced at her son, noticing that he seemed a bit downcast as well.
