"Chuxi, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"I think I'm deeply poisoned."
"...Chuxi?"
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin got nervous and was about to turn around, but Mo Chuxi held her down.
"Baby, don't get nervous, don't move carelessly, be careful for our baby."
He whispered in her ear, his warm breath lightly and rhythmically flickering beside her ear.
"Xinxin, if I exhibit any irrational behavior, remember to wake me up, and if you can't, just stay away from me, then call the police."
Upon hearing these words, Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows tightly.
She turned around, grabbed Mo Chuxi's hand, her beautiful, worried eyes meeting his somewhat teasing yet deep gaze.
"Chuxi, since you clearly know you might act abnormal, why won't you come home with me, or go to the hospital here? You tell me to wake you, stay away, then call the police, which shows you're still rational, so why won't you just come home with me to get checked and trea—"
