Looking into Yan Xinxin's hurt and sad eyes, and hearing her call him "Xi".
At this moment, Mo Chuxi felt even more guilty.
Seeing the man lost in thought, Yan Xinxin slowly sat up and gently cupped his handsome face.
"Mo Chuxi, tell me, what have you been thinking about these days? Do you know sometimes you've been acting really strange lately?"
"Really?"
He looked at her, suddenly smiled, and then raised his hand to hold hers.
"Sorry, Xinxin, I shouldn't have said those things to you, and I definitely shouldn't have doubted the baby. It's my fault for being small-minded and unable to let go of that night you and Xiao Yize were set up."
Hearing his honest explanation at this moment, the thorn in Yan Xinxin's heart was slightly removed.
"Can I feed you a little something?"
He asked with a smile, and the tender look brought back the familiar him to Yan Xinxin.
As she watched him turn away, Yan Xinxin suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.
