What!
Yan Xinxin was stunned, her cherry lips parted in shock, her entire face frozen in disbelief.
He wants to kill her?
Just as she was feeling incredulous, Mo Chuxi suddenly bent down, parted his thin lips, and bit down on Yan Xinxin's lips.
"Mmm..."
Only then did Yan Xinxin snap back, taking a step back and trying to avoid him.
But Mo Chuxi's arm reached out, directly wrapping around her waist, imprisoning her effortlessly in his embrace.
Unable to resist, Yan Xinxin had no choice but to endure it again. By the time Mo Chuxi released her, she was a bit dizzy.
He lifted a finger to her lips, now moistened, gently tracing them with his thumb.
"Yan Xinxin, did you hear clearly?"
He asked again, his voice hoarse and low, dangerously attractive.
"Since you've entangled with me, don't naively think about leaving, unless I agree."
"What do you mean by agreeing? Does it mean when you're tired of playing with me?"
Yan Xinxin suddenly raised her beautiful eyes in protest.
