Mo Chuxi had never touched a woman before, but this time, he was certain he was going to lose control.
A night of entanglement and passion.
The faint morning light filtered through the window, casting over Yan Xinxin's delicate face. Her long lashes quivered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
But the moment her eyes opened, Yan Xinxin froze!
A pristine, elegant sleeping face was suddenly magnified right in front of her!
Her complexion turned as pale as snow in an instant.
Yan Xinxin could hardly believe it—what happened five years ago was happening again!
She had inexplicably gotten involved with a stranger once more!
This was absolutely unforgivable!
Overwhelmed with regret, Yan Xinxin ignored the soreness in her body, hurriedly got up, and scrambled to pick up her scattered clothes, haphazardly putting them on.
A man's magnetic voice, rich and intoxicating, suddenly brushed past her ears.
Yan Xinxin's movements froze abruptly. She looked up, startled, and her frightened gaze collided with a pair of deep, night-like eyes.
The chaotic scenes of last night surged in her mind, causing Yan Xinxin's face to flush alternately red and white.
Mo Chuxi watched her flushed, nervous little face, his thin lips curving into a barely noticeable smirk.
Last night had been the most restful sleep he'd experienced in years...
Just as Mo Chuxi was about to speak, his phone rang abruptly.
Seizing the moment as Mo Chuxi reached for his phone, Yan Xinxin hurriedly finished dressing and turned to dash toward the door.
Mo Chuxi's sword-like brows furrowed as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. His dark eyes narrowed as he turned to the fleeing Yan Xinxin, a glint of sharp coldness flashing within.
Yan Xinxin had no time to think—her mind was blank, consumed by one thought: to escape. Just like five years ago.
But just as she cracked the door open, an overpowering force clamped down on her arm.
With a loud "bang," the door slammed shut. In that instant, Yan Xinxin vaguely heard some commotion coming from outside, but before she could process it, Mo Chuxi's form loomed over her, pinning her firmly against the door.
"Let... let go of me!"
Yan Xinxin's face flushed as she strained to break free.
Mo Chuxi wasn't wearing clothes, only a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
His bare chest pressed against her soft form, and the cool, pristine scent of him forcefully invaded her breaths.
Their proximity made it impossible for Yan Xinxin not to recall the chaotic images from the night before.
Her legs grew weak. The sheer dominance of the man's presence nearly paralyzed her, leaving her too terrified to make a move.
"Tell me: who sent you?"