Yan Xinxin heard the deeper meaning behind Mo Chuxi's words and reached out to press down on his palm.
"Mo Chuxi, don't be impulsive."
"Of course I won't be impulsive. My darling Yuan, I'm obviously going to love and cherish you."
He spoke suggestively, planting a kiss on her neck.
Yan Xinxin's slender body shuddered slightly, and her cheeks flushed red.
Looking down, she saw Mo Chuxi's fingers unbuttoning her shirt, and this time, Yan Xinxin truly panicked!
"Mo Chuxi!"
Her face reddened as she used her elbow to push away Mo Chuxi's chest.
He was caught off guard, allowing Yan Xinxin to slip out of his embrace.
Mo Chuxi, who appeared slightly disappointed, watched as Yan Xinxin, standing not far away, hurriedly buttoned up her shirt. He extended his tongue to lightly lick his lips.
"Before, when we weren't familiar with each other, I could understand you rejecting me, but now…"
"Now it's work hours."
