A deeply familiar voice rang out from behind her.
In this hazy, mysterious night, it was like the melodious notes of a cello.
Yan Xinxin was startled and was about to turn around when Mo Chuxi's arms wrapped around her.
The tantalizing scent of him instantly lingered in her breath.
"Why are you here? Weren't you putting Chun to sleep?"
"Our little darling is already asleep. And, when will Mrs. Mo finally get used to the layout of this house? Hmm?"
"..."
"What you said to that Mrs. Mo earlier—I heard it loud and clear from the balcony over there."
Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin's slender waist and bent down to whisper into her ear.
"Who would've thought Mars crashing into Earth could happen so peacefully, hmm?"
"..."
Yan Xinxin feigned displeasure and turned her delicate face to the side.
"Well then, Mr. Mo, may I ask, who is Mars and who is Earth?"
