In the darkness, Yan Xinxin couldn't clearly see the things in front of her, but she could distinctly feel there was a man standing right in front of her.
Other than Mo Chuxi, it was impossible for this man to be anyone else.
Yan Xinxin's heartbeat was chaotic as she nervously raised her hand to shove Mo Chuxi away.
"Mo Chuxi, what are you doing? Let go of me right now!"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her heart pounding like a drum.
Mo Chuxi paid her no attention. Instead, he leaned down toward her, his handsome face almost brushing against Yan Xinxin's ear. The subtle fragrance from her had already begun to linger around the tip of his perfectly sculpted nose.
"Mo Chuxi, let go…"
"This seems to be my room."
"..."
Yan Xinxin was about to explain but hadn't expected Mo Chuxi to say something like that out of the blue.
What the hell! She had originally planned to explain it that way, but now that Mo Chuxi had said it first, her answer suddenly sounded like a flimsy excuse.
But!
