"What's wrong, darling? Hm?"
Mo Chuxi looked at Yan Xinxin, who was lost in thought, and lifted his hand to gently touch her delicate and smooth little face.
In the thin afternoon light, her fair and translucent face looked truly beautiful.
His Yuan was such a stunning beauty, the most beautiful scenery in his eyes since childhood.
He admired her features that seemed to carry an innocent childishness from the past, his lips softly landing on the side of her face.
Because he loved her, because he loved her deeply, even a light touch brought him a profound sense of joy.
Last time, he thought it was real, but it turned out to be just her period.
Will it be another false alarm this time?
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a chill on his chest.
Lowering his eyes to look down, she furrowed her brows slightly.
"President Mo, I only have half an hour."
"Hm? Is Yan trying to remind me to make it quick?"
"..."
