"Promise? You promised Brother Xi..."
Yan Xinxin lowered her head, murmuring to herself, as if she were pondering something.
The scent lingered—it was Yan Xinxin’s fragrance.
Over this period of time, he had become all too familiar with it.
"It tickles, Brother Xi."
Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but shrink her neck; now, she only had the memories of a six-year-old.
"Yuan, Brother Xi is so happy to see you again."
He whispered into her ear with delight.
"Brother Xi thought you were already gone. All these years, Brother Xi has been thinking of you every single day."
He poured out his feelings, sharing how deeply he’d missed her over the years.
"But then later, Brother Xi met the grown-up Yuan. Brother Xi ’grew greedy and forgot the old,’ then even ’transferred his affections’ to the grown-up Yuan."
Yan Xinxin listened with a half-understanding expression, though she had no idea what Mo Chuxi was talking about.
Her memories stopped at this point, only including the simple scenes of their childhood meeting and playing together.
In her second personality, she was merely the six-year-old Mu Qianyuan.
"Yuan, say you like Brother Xi. Say you want to always be with Brother Xi—be Brother Xi’s wife."
He knew that if it were Yan Xinxin, she would never admit she liked him, much less behave so docilely in this moment.
But Mu Qianyuan would.
In Mu Qianyuan’s heart, Mo Chuxi was the best—he was the one she admired and revered the most.
Thus, his persuasion was bound to succeed.
As expected, Mu Qianyuan turned her head to look at Mo Chuxi, and almost without thinking, she slightly parted her lips.
"I like Brother Xi. Qianyuan likes Brother Xi the most. Qianyuan wants to be Brother Xi’s wife, and always, always stay with Brother Xi!" Follow current novᴇls on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Her confession and promise were like the pure, sweet waters of a mountain stream, flowing effortlessly into his heart.
Mo Chuxi felt as though he’d tasted candy—sweet, but not overpowering.
Yan Xinxin blinked her eyes in innocent bewilderment.
He placed Yan Xinxin on the bed, swiftly drying her body with a towel. Then, with gentle motions, he dressed her in a pure white nightgown.
A ray of warm sunlight slanted in, seeming to gild her delicate, porcelain-like skin with a layer of golden silk.
He admired her flawless beauty as she unreservedly allowed him to gaze upon her, merely blinking her eyes in naïve perplexity.
At this moment, Mo Chuxi only wanted to do one thing: keep Yan Xinxin for himself, make her belong to him alone—forever.
He moved closer to her, extending his arms to pull her into an embrace.
In this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
After all, for so long, Yan Xinxin had resisted him fiercely; even holding her had been a nearly impossible task.
"Yuan, Brother Xi wants to do something with you right now—are you willing?"