Mo Chuxi stopped in his tracks and turned around.
His patience remained, though his sharp, heroic brows slightly furrowed.
"Is there something else bothering you?"
He asked thoughtfully, his heart sinking as he noticed her reddened eyes.
Yan Xinxin lifted her tearful gaze, looking at him earnestly.
"If Yan Xinxin really is Mu Qianyuan, will they accept her? Accept someone they've always rejected and hated from the very beginning?"
Understanding her concerns, Mo Chuxi stepped forward without hesitation, his head dipping as he pressed a kiss onto her soft pink lips.
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment, her watery eyes blinking lightly.
"Chuxi?"
"My precious Xinxin is so beautiful, so gentle, and so talented. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted nothing more than to take you home and cherish you. Who would dare to hate my treasure? Hmm?"
She thought he would say something serious, but instead, his comforting words turned out to be so flirtatious and heart-stirring.
