Yan Xinxin had only ever helped two people take a bath in her life—one was her son, and the other was little Chenxi.
But both of them were children, while Mo Chuxi was a grown man!
Yan Xinxin firmly refused, turning her blushing face away from Mo Chuxi.
However, someone wasn’t willing to let that slide. He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Don’t want to? Are you sure?"
Facing his predatory gaze, Yan Xinxin lost the courage to push back.
Her bright, clear eyes were filled with rejection as she glared at him, but in the end, she bit her lip and complied obediently.
Mo Chuxi leaned comfortably against the edge of the bathtub, the white foam obscuring his lower body.
Yan Xinxin knelt beside the tub, her hands gently massaging his temples.
Underneath the softly diffused light, his face appeared even more striking. Her pale cheeks had already turned crimson.
This devilishly handsome man really was unfairly good-looking. His skin was delicate and fair, and his features were even more refined than those of a woman.
"Tomorrow, you have to head back over there, right?"
Mo Chuxi suddenly spoke, his crisp and pleasant voice unusually gentle.
Yan Xinxin nodded. She had received a call from Ye Lirong earlier today, asking her to come home for a reunion dinner tomorrow. Honestly, she found it a bit odd—why was Ye Lirong suddenly suggesting a reunion meal?
"I’ll take you there."
"Huh? You’ll take me and Xi back home?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
"Not really, but I don’t want to trouble you..."
As Yan Xinxin continued explaining, Mo Chuxi turned his face slightly to her, and his hand, still wet from the bath, pressed onto the back of her head.
Their faces were only inches apart, and their breaths mingled in the intimate space between them.
Mo Chuxi gazed at Yan Xinxin’s dazed little face. His slightly hazy gaze ultimately landed on her slightly parted pink lips.
Her soft, pink lips looked like ripened peaches, waiting to be picked—delicate and enticing.
Mo Chuxi’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed once, and his thin lips moved closer. While Yan Xinxin’s thoughts wandered, his lips pressed gently onto hers.
Yan Xinxin froze, completely at a loss.
Out of instinct, she stumbled backward and landed on the tiled floor with a thud.
Yan Xinxin winced and cried out in pain, shattering the warm and romantic atmosphere from just a moment ago.
Mo Chuxi’s handsome features darkened with dissatisfaction.
"Yan Xinxin, why do you always ruin the mood ?"
Yan Xinxin stood up with her face flushed red, rubbing at her sore behind.
"You... You took advantage of me and now you’re complaining? You shameless scoundrel! Pervert! Bastard! Go ahead and wash yourself all you want!"
Finishing her tirade, Yan Xinxin ran out the door like her shoes were greased with oil.
Mo Chuxi stared after her with an expressionless poker face, picking up a towel in complete disinterest.
This little woman dared to call him names like that? Did she have no fear that he might "deal with" her tonight?
At that thought, Mo Chuxi’s mind couldn’t help but wander back to this morning, when Yan Xinxin had softly called him "husband."
The thin petals of his lips curved slightly into a smirk, as he silently laid out plans in his heart for how to "handle" Yan Xinxin...
Having just dashed out of the room, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but sneeze, her unease growing inside.
Why did she suddenly feel a foreboding sense of doom?