"Alright, Brother Xi will take his clothes off first."
Seeing that Yan Xinxin was successfully coaxed by him, Mo Chuxi immediately responded.
His slender fingers landed on the buttons of his shirt, and within seconds, he had taken off his shirt, revealing his lean and well-defined upper body!
Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi’s strong chest and abdominal muscles, blinked in confusion, and reached out her delicate finger to poke them.
"Brother Xi has turned into a little bronze man."
"Be good, Qianyuan, Brother Xi has taken his clothes off already. Now it’s Yuan’s turn."
At this moment, Mo Chuxi had no other thoughts in mind; he only wanted to quickly confirm whether Yan Xinxin was truly Mu Qianyuan.
As he spoke, he extended his hand.
"Yuan, let Brother Xi help you take yours off."
She replied naively, showing no trace of caution against his bold actions.
Mo Chuxi’s movements suddenly paused. Thinking of what he had done to her five years ago, and of her accusatory and resistant gaze after learning the truth, his heart ached briefly, and his fingers froze for a second.
From his thin lips, the three words unconsciously slipped out.
Yan Xinxin showed no reaction to the name, as if completely oblivious, blinking blankly as she looked at Mo Chuxi.
Mo Chuxi’s sharp brows furrowed slightly.
Hearing this name, she immediately smiled and replied cheerfully.
Mo Chuxi’s heart nearly skipped a beat, an uncontrollable trembling spreading through his chest. The source of thɪs content is NovєlFіre.net
"Yuan, promise Brother Xi, you can’t let any other man take off your clothes apart from Brother Xi."
"Mm-hmm, Yuan’s clothes can only be taken off by Brother Xi!"
He praised her softly, lowering his head to place a faint kiss on her forehead.
Yan Xinxin, if it’s really you, would you still be so obedient and let me do anything to you?
That question unexpectedly surfaced in his heart, and in the next instant, the dress on Yan Xinxin’s body slipped from his fingertips.
The girl’s graceful figure was unveiled in its entirety in front of him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he suppressed certain desires and impulses, holding onto the last shred of calm and composure. He raised his gaze to look into the mirror behind Yan Xinxin...
A small, vivid red heart—like someone’s beating heart—stood out glaringly and leapt into Mo Chuxi’s sight!
In that instant, the unshakably strong and composed heart he had always prided himself on collapsed entirely!
It was an unprecedented shock, an intangible yet overwhelming weight pressing down on him!
His heartbeat at this moment was so intense that it felt beyond measure.
The little woman who had recently stirred his heart and who he couldn’t bear to part with was actually the very same little girl he had been yearning for over a decade—Mu Qianyuan!
Mo Chuxi’s thin lips trembled, and a faint red tinged the rims of his deep-set eyes.
Yan Xinxin looked at him in confusion.
"Brother Xi, what’s wrong? Why are your eyes all red?"
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s concerned and puzzled voice, Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze to her. His heart felt as though it had overturned every possible flavor—an indescribable mix of emotions.
Unable to control himself any longer, Mo Chuxi reached out and pulled Yan Xinxin tightly into his arms in one swift motion.
Yan Xinxin couldn’t understand.
But since it was her beloved Brother Xi asking for a hug, she was more than happy to oblige.
"Yuan, you silly little one..."
Mo Chuxi held her tightly, his tone low and soft, filled with reproach.
For the first time in his life, a tear escaped from the corner of his eye, falling onto her shoulder.
"Yan Xinxin, why are you so foolish? Why am I so foolish? You’ve always been right by my side, and yet I never realized."
He murmured incoherently.
He was overjoyed that Mu Qianyuan was still alive, and even more overjoyed that the person he loved had always been her, and only her...
"Yan Xinxin, you will never leave me again, you won’t! I’m your favorite Brother Xi, the man you said you would marry ever since you were a child!"