She shouted loudly, unwilling to be kicked out .
"Your nonsense, even one more word, feels like a waste of time to me."
Mo Chuxi interrupted coldly, lacking any emotion, raising his palm to rest on Yan Xinxin’s shoulder.
"Xinxin, the teacher has something to say to you. Come with the teacher."
Even though she knew Mo Chuxi was helping her, Yan Xinxin felt this gesture made them seem too intimate.
However, seeing Tong Lili’s awkward and embarrassed face at this moment, along with Ling Siyu’s helpless expression, Yan Xinxin still felt delighted!
Right now, she didn’t want to refuse Mo Chuxi’s invitation at all, naturally smiling and nodding in front of everyone.
"Master, I’ll go out with Young Master Mo for a moment first."
She looked at Xiao Yize and greeted.
Xiao Yize was slightly stunned, then gently nodded.
She was leaving, and he had no right to keep her.
No one here had the right to say no.
Yan Xinxin followed Mo Chuxi into the private elevator.
She thought they were going upstairs, but unexpectedly, Mo Chuxi pressed the button for the underground parking lot.
"Do you really have something to talk to me about? Where are you taking me?"
She curiously raised her eyes.
"You’ll know when we get there."
Mo Chuxi said, glancing down at Yan Xinxin standing beside him. Her graceful eyebrows and plain face seemed to open a crevice in the depths of his memories.
A certain segment of memory started to become gradually clear...
He thought he was dreaming, opening the door, and when he saw her passing by, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He heard her say help and no, but he pretended not to hear.
The girl in his eyes was spotless and immaculate, gradually blooming into a tempting rose under his wanton teasing.
He imagined her as the grown-up version of the girl in his heart, because they had a pair of very similar starry eyes.
Just like that, five years ago, it was when Mo Chuxi took her, Yan Xinxin, giving her a nightmare that lasted for five years and could not be shaken off.
Her hatred for him was natural, and she wouldn’t forgive easily.
The elevator’s arrival chime pulled him back from his thoughts.
He saw Yan Xinxin walk out of the elevator, her back resembling the shadow of eighteen years old.
"Mo Chuxi, why are you still standing there?"
Yan Xinxin turned around, puzzled, looking at the man still standing in the elevator.
"Aren’t you going to take me somewhere?"
Mo Chuxi came back to his senses, stepped forward to walk next to Yan Xinxin, and suddenly reached out to hold her hand.
With fingers interlocked, Yan Xinxin looked up in bewilderment.
"Yan Xinxin, do you like me?"
Before she had time to sort out her emotions, she didn’t want to hear such a question from Mo Chuxi.
Yan Xinxin was stunned, looking at him, completely unable to understand Mo Chuxi’s gaze at that moment.
His eyes were deep and charming, but she couldn’t see through what was hidden behind them.
"Yan Xinxin, you hesitated, which means you like me."
His confident answer left her shocked again.
Yan Xinxin steadied her erratic heartbeat, lightly bit her lip, and looked at him resolutely.
"Mo Chuxi, I will not admit I like you, no matter what you think, I just don’t like you!"
As she spoke, she struggled to break free from his hand, but was suddenly pulled hard by him.
Yan Xinxin lost her balance and fell into Mo Chuxi’s arms.
Before she could struggle free, his arm encircled her, his thin lips close to her ear.
"Yan Xinxin, marry me."