Mo Chuxi solemnly made his promise, then lowered his head and bit Yan Xinxin's lips.
She suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and clenched her hands tightly.
"Mmm... let go of me..."
Yan Xinxin struggled fiercely.
Mo Chuxi couldn't taste the sweetness, only feeling a bitterness lingering between his lips.
Nothing hurt him more than Yan Xinxin resisting him, rejecting him.
"Ding!"
The elevator reached the eighteenth floor, and the doors quickly opened.
Reluctantly, Mo Chuxi let go of her lips, seeing Yan Xinxin glaring at him with wide, furious eyes.
"Little Qianyuan, whether you hate or dislike Brother Xi now, Brother Xi understands your actions, and he will find someone to cure you."
As he spoke, he reached out to wrap his arm around Yan Xinxin's shoulder, dominantly leading her out of the elevator.
"What's wrong with you? I've already said I don't know you. Why did you kiss me? You're too much!"
Yan Xinxin angrily scolded.
