Hearing the deeper meaning behind Mo Chuxi's words, Yan Xinxin immediately raised her hand to push him away, her starry eyes filled with rebuke.
"In my current condition, are you sure you want to do this?"
She shot him a disdainful glance.
"Don't you really want this baby? Then stop messing around."
"Yan Xinxin, you actually care about this child even more than I do."
Mo Chuxi reached out and gently lifted her delicate chin.
"Wearing such a beautiful dress but pairing it with plain white sneakers—is it for the baby?"
His lowered voice, soft and melodic, seemed to brush against her ear, leaving Yan Xinxin feeling a little flustered.
The realization that every move she made was being so thoroughly understood by this man filled her with a strange sense of vulnerability and exposure.
Seeing Yan Xinxin standing there speechless and dazed, Mo Chuxi softly placed his palm on her lower abdomen, his warm breath teasingly lingering by her ear.
