Yan Xinxin actually wanted to say a few more words, but Mo Chuxi's lips quickly sealed her slightly opened mouth.
The familiar breath and sweet taste soon filled each other's mouths, the friction between their lips and tongues spreading this pleasant sensation.
"Qianyuan, I love you."
Mo Chuxi passionately continued, whispering sweet nothings in Yan Xinxin's burning ear.
Yan Xinxin raised her small hand, covering her eyes and blushing face, her nurtured pink lips slightly curved upward.
"Big, bad, wolf."
"Little lamb."
"Bad wolf…"
"Lamb."
Mo Chuxi curved his lips in a smile, burying his handsome face into Yan Xinxin's soft, white softness, becoming even more entangled…
It was already late at night.
After taking a bath, Yan Xinxin sat leaning against Mo Chuxi, who wore an open robe, holding a contract agreement in her hand.
"Chuxi, is this true? These past few days, you said you had things to do abroad, was it for this?"
