In the darkness, Yan Xinxin couldn't clearly see the things in front of her, but she could distinctly feel there was a man standing right in front of her.
Other than Mo Chuxi, it was impossible for this man to be anyone else.
Yan Xinxin's heartbeat was chaotic as she nervously raised her hand to shove Mo Chuxi away.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing? Let go of me right now!"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her heart pounding like a drum.
Mo Chuxi paid her no attention. Instead, he leaned down toward her, his handsome face almost brushing against Yan Xinxin's ear. The subtle fragrance from her had already begun to linger around the tip of his perfectly sculpted nose.
"Mo Chuxi, let go..."
"This seems to be my room."
Yan Xinxin was about to explain but hadn't expected Mo Chuxi to say something like that out of the blue.
What the hell! She had originally planned to explain it that way, but now that Mo Chuxi had said it first, her answer suddenly sounded like a flimsy excuse.
She really had entered the wrong room!
She had absolutely no idea this was Mo Chuxi's room!
"Mo Chuxi, whether you believe it or not, the truth is—I just walked into the wrong room!"
Yan Xinxin mustered her courage, raised her starry eyes, and emphasized her words with a serious expression.
Mo Chuxi lazily responded in a questioning tone, suddenly leaning even closer. Yan Xinxin was so startled she held her breath.
"Do you know the consequences of entering the wrong room?"
Yan Xinxin was already in disarray, and now Mo Chuxi's words threw her into even greater confusion.
Suddenly, the room's light was switched on, and Yan Xinxin's field of vision brightened instantly.
Hearing these words, Yan Xinxin was so frightened she almost jumped out of her skin!
Earlier, she had been scared enough, but this time she truly felt overwhelmed.
Yan Xinxin gathered all her strength and furiously wriggled out of Mo Chuxi's embrace. Yet, her wrist was still firmly held by him.
"Let go! Mo Chuxi, let go of me!"
She desperately swung her arm, but the man's grip was too strong—her resistance amounted to nothing.
Mo Chuxi stood there leisurely, his impenetrable, deep gaze fixed on Yan Xinxin.
"Mo Chuxi, could you let go of me first so we can talk properly? You're gripping my hand too tightly—it hurts."
Having failed with force, Yan Xinxin could only shift to a softer approach.
She frowned slightly, her face reflecting the pain as she looked at the man before her.
Meeting Yan Xinxin's delicate, plaintive eyes, Mo Chuxi suddenly felt an itch within his heart.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally released her hand.
Yan Xinxin immediately let out a breath of relief, hastily withdrawing her hand and turning away.
"Who said you could leave?"
"Since you got into my car today, it means you agreed to what I told you earlier."
The man's voice carried no emotional warmth as it reached her ears.
"From this moment onward, Yan Xinxin—you're my woman, Mo Chuxi's woman."
"I'm not your woman."
Yan Xinxin turned sideways, lifting her starry eyes to meet Mo Chuxi's deep gaze directly.
"Between us, at most, it's just a partnership!"
Mo Chuxi let out a cold laugh, casually draping the white bathrobe from the sofa over himself. The neckline remained slightly open as he turned and sat lazily on the sofa. His relaxed posture carried a mix of ethereal elegance and devilish charm.
"I never engage in losing deals."
Mo Chuxi said as he picked up some documents on the sofa and began flipping through them.
"Yan Xinxin, once photos of us dating spread, you'll naturally become my girlfriend. That kind of honor is what countless women dream of—you know it full well."
As he spoke, his slender fingers turned a page.
"Once you become my woman, your academic pursuits, and even your future career, will be smooth sailing. Besides, what happened that night when we were photographed—most women would envy you for it, not criticize you. After all, 'boyfriend and girlfriend' going on dates is completely normal."
After speaking, Mo Chuxi raised his eyes to look at the dumbfounded Yan Xinxin.
"Doesn't that sound like a lot of benefits? But Yan Xinxin—what can you give me in return?"
He tugged at the corner of his lips, his bottomless gaze lingering on Yan Xinxin's lightly flushed face, delicate as a pale blossom.
"Stay by my side, and I can ensure you complete your studies smoothly, help you enroll in Di Jue to pursue your dream of studying jewelry design, and even help you get your father out of there."
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You... What did you just say??"
Yan Xinxin stepped closer to Mo Chuxi, looking at him with eyes full of yearning.
"Mo Chuxi, can you really help my father?"
Mo Chuxi raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xinxin with deep meaning. "Let's see how you behave."