Hearing what Mo Chuxi said, Yan Xinxin suddenly retorted emotionally.
Mo Chuxi was taken aback and quickly let go of her hand.
"No Yan Xinxin, I don’t want Brother Xi to marry Yan Xinxin..."
She looked at Mo Chuxi as if wounded.
"Brother Xi promised Yuan, you’d only marry me as your bride, not Yan Xinxin..."
She protested, feeling deeply upset.
Mo Chuxi’s heart stirred, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to explain things to Yan Xinxin.
He didn’t dare to upset her further.
If she were to remember at this very moment that she is Yan Xinxin, the little woman who bears hatred for him, then all the joy and warmth he just regained would vanish in an instant.
At least at this moment, he didn’t want Yan Xinxin to revert to the dominant personality. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelꞁire.net
"Yuan, don’t be upset. Brother Xi misspoke just now. Of course, Brother Xi only wants to marry you as his bride. Don’t be sad, alright?"
He leaned closer and coaxed her, seeing that the bathtub was about to fill with warm water, and immediately shifted the topic.
"Yuan, be good. How about we take a bath together with Brother Xi? After the bath, we’ll eat something delicious, okay?"
The suggestion seemed appealing.
Yan Xinxin blinked her round eyes and then nodded.
Her obedient demeanor made Mo Chuxi feel both heartache and a sense of marvel.
This little woman before him, wasn’t she the one who just yesterday declared her hatred for him? And yet, in this moment, she’s just a silly girl with the memories of a six-year-old—a silly girl whose world revolved entirely around Brother Xi...
Yan Xinxin stripped down completely and sat in the bathtub, playing leisurely with the bubbles. Mo Chuxi sat nearby, his body’s reactions becoming unmistakably evident.
Since earlier, he had been restraining himself, fearing to scare Yan Xinxin, even more so afraid to upset her again.
But in truth, the joy he was feeling at this moment surpassed the type of happiness found in physical intimacy between a man and a woman.
Yan Xinxin played with the water, also toying with the bubbles.
She giggled occasionally, occasionally throwing him a glance.
On Mo Chuxi’s usually cold, stoic face appeared a rare, warm smile as he watched her.
He gently helped her wipe her arms while carefully studying her features.
Indeed, when he first saw Yan Xinxin at the hotel, his very first impression was that there was something familiar about her eyes.
Later, he truly began noticing how much Yan Xinxin resembled Mu Qianyuan.
However, he had never connected the two of them together.
He only knew that his heart was truly moved—and the woman who had moved him was named Yan Xinxin.
As for Mu Qianyuan, she was a sealed memory deep within his heart.
But at this moment, as he gazed at her soft, smiling, picture-perfect features, the more he looked, the sweeter and happier he felt.
It turns out that, even if life allowed a do-over, the person he would still fall for would be her.
Perhaps, it had all been predestined by the universe.
The only woman Mo Chuxi would ever love in this lifetime could only be her—Yan Xinxin, and also Mu Qianyuan.
"Brother Xi, why are you staring at me like that?"
Yan Xinxin blinked, looking at Mo Chuxi without the slightest trace of fear as her gaze met his deep eyes.
"Because Qianyuan is so adorable that Brother Xi got mesmerized."
Mo Chuxi nodded without hesitation.
Mu Qianyuan immediately lowered her gaze, smiling shyly, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering like delicate wings.
"Yuan, come here to Brother Xi."
He took her hand, his tone soft and coaxing.
Yan Xinxin didn’t hesitate at all and obediently crawled over to him. Mo Chuxi reached out and pulled her into his arms, their skin pressing closely against one another without any distance.
A flame quickly ignited and spread throughout his entire body—subtle, yet undeniably exhilarating.
"Yuan, do you remember the promise you made to Brother Xi?"