In the darkness, Yan Xinxin couldn't make out the details of the scene in front of her, but she could clearly feel there was a man standing close to her.
Other than Mo Chuxi, it could be no one else.
Yan Xinxin's heart was pounding chaotically as she reached out in a panic to push Mo Chuxi away.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her heart thudding like a drum: "Thump, thump, thump."
Mo Chuxi ignored her resistance. He leaned his head down toward her, his handsome face almost grazing her ear. The faint, soft fragrance from her lingered at the tip of his straight, noble nose.
The scent was pleasant and soothing, reminding him of that uncontrollable night a couple of days ago.
This very fragrance, this very softness, had drawn him to lose himself and offer his first time…
"Mo Chuxi, let go—"
"This seems to be my room."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was just about to explain herself, but Mo Chuxi's abrupt statement stopped her cold.
