Yan Xinxin had no idea Xu Nuo would suddenly lean in as if he was about to kiss her. Startled, she stumbled backward.
With a "bang," her back hit a wall of flesh, and a familiar scent seemed to waft into her nose upon impact.
Mo Chuxi naturally reached out to support Yan Xinxin's slender waist, the coldness on his face easing somewhat because of her retreat.
"Mo Chuxi, Teacher Mo..."
Seeing the man holding her, Yan Xinxin was just about to call his name but stopped herself in time.
"Hm."
Mo Chuxi responded, releasing his grip and subtly pulling Yan Xinxin behind him. His tall, elegant figure stepped forward to stand in front of Xu Nuo.
"Class is about to start. Go back to the classroom."
He turned his head and spoke to Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin had a vague sense that things weren't going to end well. Would Mo Chuxi and Xu Nuo get into an argument?
"But…"
"But what?"
Mo Chuxi interrupted, the lines of his handsome face cold and sharp.
"Why are you so harsh to her?"
