His questioning carried an air of confidence.
Yan Xinxin’s heart skipped a beat.
"No, I... I don’t like you."
Mo Chuxi responded softly, inching closer to her. He could clearly smell the fragrance lingering on her and feel the erratic beat of her heart.
Yan Xinxin instinctively tried to dodge, but his hand shot out faster, his cool palm catching hold of her chin.
A beam of faint light streamed through the car window, illuminating their faces separated by mere inches. Yan Xinxin’s heart raced furiously as Mo Chuxi’s intense gaze made her feel breathless.
"Let go of me! This is the school parking lot; there are people walking outside..."
Mo Chuxi retorted indifferently.
"Afraid I’ll eat you?"
Of course! Yan Xinxin cursed inwardly and raised her hand to push him away. However, as soon as she did, her hand was swiftly caught. Mo Chuxi leaned in, his handsome face mere inches from hers, his thin lips almost brushing against hers.
"Mo Chuxi, stop it! I’ve already been listening to you, what more do you want?"
Driven to a corner, Yan Xinxin pleaded helplessly, her voice trembling as she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
Mo Chuxi raised an eyebrow, displeased, grabbing the bouquet of roses and tossing it to the backseat.
The sudden movement caused one of the rose petals to scrape across Yan Xinxin’s finger.
She frowned and looked down to see a faint trace of blood on the pad of her right index finger.
Mo Chuxi’s expression darkened as he reached out to grab her hand.
Yan Xinxin pulled her hand back in avoidance.
"Are you satisfied now?"
She asked indignantly.
Mo Chuxi stared at her pouting face, his expression shifting.
"Yan Xinxin, I’m not satisfied."
Before his words could fully sink in, Mo Chuxi lowered his head and claimed her lips in a domineering kiss, seizing her breath and her very essence within seconds.
Yan Xinxin froze for a few seconds, only regaining her senses once Mo Chuxi released her.
He grabbed her hand again, and before she could react, he leaned down and placed her bleeding fingertip into his mouth. Shocked, Yan Xinxin stared at him, her small mouth agape, trying to jerk her hand away but futile against his firm grip!
Yan Xinxin’s face flushed red, watching helplessly as he used his saliva to disinfect her injured finger. It was only after a long moment that he withdrew, finally satisfied.
He raised his deep, electrifying eyes to look at her, a possessive glint unmistakably flashing through his gaze.
"Yan Xinxin, I don’t care whether you like me or not, or whether I like you or not. What matters is that you’re mine."
With a devilish smile, he reached out to pluck a loose strand of hair from her shoulder.
"Even a fallen strand of your hair, a drop of your blood—it all belongs to me. Got it?"
Yan Xinxin’s heart skipped for a moment at his warning.
She had thought he was tenderly tending to her wound, only to realize he’d actually gone so far as to consume her blood...
Yan Xinxin was forcefully brought back to Di Jue Financial Group, where the bouquet of roses naturally ended up in the trash bin.
As they stepped out of the elevator on the 18th floor, they caught sight of several male and female senior executives who appeared to be gathering for a meeting.
Seeing Yan Xinxin walking behind Mo Chuxi, the female executives exchanged exaggerated knowing glances.
"I have a meeting now. Wait for me in my office."
Mo Chuxi turned to look at Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin responded casually, walking away with practiced ease.
"Look at how brazen she is in front of President Mo!"
Two female executives whispered behind her, their voices stifled yet full of judgment. Yan Xinxin pretended not to hear them and headed toward Mo Chuxi’s office. Just as she reached the door, her phone began to ring. Glancing at the incoming call, Yan Xinxin answered without hesitation.
She hadn’t yet spoken when an unmistakably reluctant voice came from the other end of the line.
Yan Xinxin froze. "Are you serious? Right now?"