Although Chu Jin did not know Mo Zhixuan’s true age, judging by his fame in Capital City, he was definitely over 30 years old, perhaps even older.
However, merely looking at his appearance, one couldn’t discern his actual age.
The man before her had a handsome face and a great physique.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, defined abs—slim when dressed, well-endowed when undressed.
In fact, Chu Jin was rather curious, how old was he exactly?
Chu Jin had no sooner finished speaking when Mo Zhixuan simply looked at her, his dark eyes revealing no particular emotion, seemingly calm—yet isn’t calm the harbinger of an impending storm?
Chu Jin felt inexplicably nervous, inwardly scolding herself for having just made fun of him, ah, she had wounded Mr. Mo’s pride.
His presence was too overwhelming, even for someone who had lived two lifetimes, she felt inferior.
Mo Zhixuan looked at Chu Jin, the young girl before him had skin fair and lovely, her face like jade, skin fine and supple, tender enough to squeeze water from. The color in his eyes deepened a bit, and then, moving fluidly, he took slow steps toward Chu Jin. His white shirt sleeves were neatly rolled up, revealing a segment of strong, muscular arms and a cold, hard steel watch.
A steel watch, the standard accessory of a successful man.
Hmm, Chu Jin recognized the brand.
An internationally renowned, limited edition model, it once fetched a nine-digit sky-high price at auction.
It was said to have been auctioned off by one of the royal families, and she had not expected to see it on this man’s wrist.
Mo Zhixuan walked step by step toward Chu Jin, his expression unchanged, dark ink swirling in his eyes, his commanding aura nearly taking physical form, so oppressive it made breathing difficult. He stepped forward, and involuntarily, Chu Jin stepped back.
She retreated, he advanced.
Until her back was against the cold wall and Chu Jin’s heart skipped a beat, the man before her leaning over, casting a shadow over her.
The man’s sharp features were magnified before her eyes, and under the light, his face was virtually flawless—angering both gods and humans with its perfection!
Mr. Mo’s hands were braced on either side of her head, leveraging his height to trap her between the wall and himself,
"Thump—thump—thump"
The air was so still one could only hear the heartbeat.
Whose it was, she did not know.
Her heart was in chaos.
His heart was in chaos, too.
Two equally chaotic hearts intertwined, causing a tingling sensation, like a soft feather simultaneously gliding across their hearts, igniting a tremor.
"Jin, do you find me too old?" a deep voice tinged with hoarseness whispered into her ear.
Feeling a cool breath spray against her neck, Chu Jin shivered, but endeavored to speak in an even tone, "It’s not old, it’s...well, ancient..."
Ancient, and you can’t even say it?
Who spoiled him with such bad habits?
"Not that old, huh?" Mr. Mo grabbed one of her hands while cupping her right cheek with his other, his rough thumb caressing her delicate jaw, "Really don’t mind? Hm?"
For some reason, Chu Jin was reminded of Mr. Mo’s shameless conduct that night.
The man was wearing a clean, dust-free white shirt, standing in a kitchen filled with the smell of cooking fumes without a single stain on him, the fragmented light casting a faint halo on his face, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes seemingly able to draw one in, bewitching one to fall and sink deep.
One cannot lose in presence!
Chu Jin pretended not to understand his words, raising an eyebrow, "You’re inherently old!"
Mo Zhixuan remained expressionless, his slightly hoarse voice giving him away, "Jin, I didn’t catch what you just said."
Chu Jin tried to pull her hand away but he held it even tighter, she really repeated, "I said, you’re just...mmpf..."
"Jin, I don’t mind showing you with actions..."
Until, a burning scent filled the air.
At first, it was faint.
Then it grew stronger.
This intense burned smell suddenly snapped Chu Jin back to reality, and she hurriedly pushed Mo Zhixuan away, "The food is scorched!"
Mo Zhixuan was also startled, then realized what happened and a trace of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Wait for me in the living room, I’ll be right there."