CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO FOLLOW HIM?

Young Master Mo’s tall and handsome figure approached. Yan Xinxin sat frozen in place, taking a few seconds before abruptly standing up.

"President Mo, Young Master Mo, Teacher Mo, Mo..."

"None of that matters."

"..."

Yan Xinxin called out eagerly, trying to plead for mercy.

Yet someone interrupted her with utmost indifference and coldness.

"Here, or in my room. You choose."

"..."

It seemed that tonight, he was determined to proceed.

Yan Xinxin clutched the corner of her nightgown tightly, her rosy lips pressing together.

"I... I’m on my period today!"

"Oh?"

Mo Chuxi asked faintly, his tone calm, as he strode gracefully to stand in front of Yan Xinxin.

Yan Xinxin lifted her cat-like eyes, looking at him nervously. But within three seconds, Mo Chuxi suddenly bent his arm and scooped her up around the waist!

"Ah..."

Yan Xinxin let out a soft cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

Mo Chuxi’s expression remained utterly calm as he carried Yan Xinxin straight to his room, placing her directly onto the bed to lie down.

As soon as his hold loosened, Yan Xinxin turned over, attempting to escape.

"Try moving again."

"..."

His voice carried a deterrent force that left no room for defiance. Yan Xinxin looked at him helplessly and had no choice but to obediently sit down.

Mo Chuxi curved his lips in satisfaction, leaning closer to her.

"Yan Xinxin, I know you’ve endured significant pain in the past, but you can’t let that incident affect your entire life."

He lowered his voice, the husky tone whispering softly in her ear.

Yan Xinxin felt her every inch of skin tingling and sensitive as Mo Chuxi wrapped his arm from behind, encircling her slender waist.

The two were so close that Yan Xinxin could even feel the steady rhythm of Mo Chuxi’s heartbeat against her back.

Mo Chuxi raised his right hand, gently lifting Yan Xinxin’s chin and turning it slightly.

Yan Xinxin’s startled, star-like eyes collided unavoidably with Mo Chuxi’s profoundly deep gaze.

Their distance was less than ten centimeters. Seeing the extraordinarily handsome face in front of her, Yan Xinxin’s heartbeat immediately sped up.

"Mo Chuxi, I... I really wasn’t prepared..."

"Yan Xinxin, if you’re willing to stay with me, then tonight, stop running away."

He parted his lips slightly, the warm breath softly spilling onto her flushed face.

Stay with him—what did that mean?

Was it as his lover?

Or perhaps...

"Hmm..."

While Yan Xinxin was still nervously overthinking, Mo Chuxi suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.

Yan Xinxin felt herself growing more dizzy, her mind involuntarily flashing back to the night Yan Zhirou had betrayed her.

She’d only had one drink and became completely foggy-headed. At the time, when she saw Mo Chuxi, she had desperately wanted to entangle herself with this man. But now...

Yan Xinxin opened her eyes. At this moment, Mo Chuxi was kissing her cheek, her lips, and gradually moving downward. His fingers had already unbuttoned her nightgown.

"Mo Chuxi."

With the last ounce of her reasoning intact, Yan Xinxin pressed her hand against his, looking at him with trembling eyes.

"Should we... really go on?"

"What do you think?"

Mo Chuxi countered, his long and enchanting eyes already filled with a certain desire.

He lowered himself over her, gazing at her delicate starry eyes, moving ever deeper into his emotions.

"Yan Xinxin, from tonight onward, you belong to me, including your heart."