Hearing Mo Chuxi's provocative words laced with warning, Yan Xinxin immediately sensed trouble. She attempted to sit up straight, but the moment she moved, a certain someone forcefully pinned her back down.
A pair of thin, cool lips pressed aggressively against her soft lips, completely silencing the words of protest she was about to utter.
Already no match for Mo Chuxi's strength, and trapped in such a confined space, Yan Xinxin's petite figure was entirely subdued by him.
The friction of their lips caused Yan Xinxin's cheeks to flush hot. Feeling Mo Chuxi's breath continuously invading her lips, she grew more and more flustered and uneasy.
Sure, she had said something wrong, but did that mean Mo Chuxi had to... do this to her, right here in the car?
Yan Xinxin's mind was nearing a complete breakdown.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart pounding anxiously—it was pure torture!
And the scenes from that night of entanglement with Mo Chuxi resurfaced in her mind one by one. That night, his kiss was even hotter, even more lingering...
Yan Xinxin suddenly felt a sting on her lips, realizing she'd been bitten.
She wanted to lash out, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he seized the opportunity. She accidentally brushed against Mo Chuxi's tongue, startling her into trembling, and in her panic, she bit down on his lip.
Mo Chuxi's sharp brows furrowed as he slowly lifted his strikingly handsome face.
Finally freed, Yan Xinxin took deep gulps of fresh air.
She raised her dazed, bewildered eyes, looking nervously at the man who was now staring intently at her.
Mo Chuxi's gaze seemed as though he wanted to devour her whole.
Though the light was dim, she could still see the streak of red on his thin lips. He resembled a devil of the night, exuding an eerie, dangerous allure.
He reached out, gripping Yan Xinxin's chin, his handsome face suddenly magnified just inches from hers.
"Yan Xinxin, are you trying to get yourself killed."
His piercing gaze was suffocating, like it pierced right through her soul.
Staring at him, Yan Xinxin's eyes suddenly grew resolute.
"Yeah, so what if I am? If you've got the guts, kill me already!"
She stared him down fearlessly.
Mo Chuxi seemed taken aback. Looking into Yan Xinxin's eyes, his thoughts churned for a moment, as though something had stirred.
"Mo Chuxi, if you can't manage to kill me, then get off me already! You're so damn heavy!"
Yan Xinxin snapped, raising her hands and giving him a push. To her surprise, that push was enough to shove him off.
Mo Chuxi snapped back to his senses, his cold gaze narrowing at Yan Xinxin, who was using her fingers to wipe at her lips. For some reason, an inexplicable irritation surfaced within him.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Yan Xinxin's wrist.
"Ow! That hurts! Mo Chuxi, what are you doing?!"
The sharp pain made Yan Xinxin's eyes well up slightly.
Why the hell was he so rough!
"Yan Xinxin, go ahead and wipe again. I dare you."
"Who was the man who answered your phone this afternoon?"
"...Let go of me! Mo Chuxi, don't you think you're overstepping your bounds?"
Yan Xinxin raised her flushed, angry face, trying with all her might to yank her hand back.
"From the moment you dared to climb into my bed, you should've been prepared for the consequences."
"Who the hell wants to climb into your bed! I definitely don't want to sleep with you!"
"If you don't want to sleep with me, then who? The man who got you pregnant? Or that wild man who answered your phone today?"
"Yes, yes, exactly as you said! I only want to sleep with the man who got me pregnant! Happy now?!"