She would have to be out of her mind not to recognize her own legs!
Yan Xinxin stared dumbfounded at the video playing before her, the temperature on her face rising uncontrollably, turning hot and flushed, bit by bit...
The video was angled at a King size bed. She saw herself lying on that bed, cheeks flushed, fingers tugging incessantly at the collar of her school uniform shirt, looking hot and uncomfortable...
This scene continued for a while, up until a man’s back appeared in the frame.
The man was wearing a white bathrobe. He walked slowly to the edge of the bed, seemingly gazing at her as she lay there.
Yan Xinxin stared blankly as the version of herself in the video reached out a hand toward the man, and the man extended his hand to clasp hers. The next moment, the two of them rolled together, wrapped in the blanket...
Yan Xinxin hurriedly reached out and snapped the laptop shut.
She jumped to her feet, her petite face now awash with crimson. Her heartbeat and breathing had become completely irregular.
If it were before, she might not have been able to recognize whose back that was, but now, just from the hairstyle, she instantly knew. That man wasn’t someone else—it was Mo Chuxi, who was standing beside her at this exact moment!
This was from that night over half a month ago, when Yan Zhirou had sold her out, leading to that unexpected incident with Mo Chuxi in the hotel!
It turned out someone really had secretly recorded it!
"Why not keep watching? Not exciting enough?"
Mo Chuxi moved closer to her, his low and alluring voice whispering by her ear.
Yan Xinxin shuddered, startled, and took two rapid steps backward.
She looked at his smiling gaze filled with mischief, utterly flustered, and wished she could vanish from his sight immediately.
"Lady Yan seemed to mention that my skills were poor? So, did you happen to see how many times it happened that night? You clung to me like you slept so sweetly."
Listening to Mo Chuxi’s playful tease, Yan Xinxin felt like she was about to break down!
"Now that I think about it, Lady Yan seemed to whisper two words into my ear at the time..."
"Ah! Don’t say it! Don’t say it!"
Yan Xinxin blushed furiously and shouted in a low voice.
After yelling, she staggered, trying to escape.
Mo Chuxi quickly followed, grabbing her wrist gently, pulling her into his arms with a controlled yet tender force.
He leaned down close, a light yet domineering scent of orchids enveloping her.
"Yan Xinxin, have you fallen for me? Hmm?"
His deep, rhythmic voice flowed over her heart like warm water.
Yan Xinxin’s heartbeat skipped a beat for a second, then she immediately started struggling.
"You’re talking nonsense! I wouldn’t like you!"
There was no way she’d fall for him!
From the very beginning, she had already forbidden herself from having feelings for him.
A noble young master from a wealthy family like him was entirely out of her reach.
Mo Chuxi asked nonchalantly, suddenly lifting his palm to rest over her left chest.
Yan Xinxin froze. His hand, through the thin fabric of her clothes, landed on her chest.
"If you don’t like me, then why is your heart beating so fast?"
He questioned lazily, his tone full of amusement. At the same time, he lifted her small face with his hand, his deep eyes locking onto her.
"Hmm? And your face is so red? A flushed face and a racing heartbeat—aren’t those signs of lying?"
"...No, it’s not! It’s not!"
Yan Xinxin refuted with all her might.
"It’s not because I like you! It’s because of that video..."
"Oh? So it’s because Lady Yan was watching the video, and—"
Mo Chuxi’s teasing words were interrupted mid-sentence as Yan Xinxin suddenly yelped in pain.
Almost at the same moment, the playful smile on Mo Chuxi’s handsome face vanished, replaced by a flicker of concern. He looked at Yan Xinxin, whose brows were tightly furrowed.