Yan Xinxin called out nervously.
"Close the door."
Mo Chuxi's voice floated in from the balcony.
Yan Xinxin glanced at the two maids standing at the door, then closed it and quickly walked to the balcony.
"Chuxi."
Yan Xinxin quickly paced towards him.
Just as she stepped onto the balcony, Mo Chuxi suddenly turned around.
Yan Xinxin paused, unable to stop in time, as Mo Chuxi extended his right arm towards her and forcefully pressed his palm against the back of her head.
In an instant, he lowered his head and kissed Yan Xinxin's peach-pink lips.
"Chuxi, what's going on? Did something happen again? Chuxi!"
Yan Xinxin lacked the strength to resist Mo Chuxi, only allowing him to remove her clothes. But looking at him, seemingly lost and disoriented, Yan Xinxin felt more worried and pained.
"Chuxi, tell me, what exactly happened? What's wrong?"
"Nothing happened."
