Mo Chuxi's voice was like a cello, deep and melodious, resonating softly in her ears.
He reached out, encircling her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace.
The faint and elegant scent quickly enveloped her. Yan Xinxin reached out to resist, pushing him away before getting out of bed.
"Yan Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi turned on the light, his gaze tightening as he saw Yan Xinxin's back standing beside the bed.
"You're forcing me."
"I'm forcing you?"
Yan Xinxin turned around, her tone laced with irony.
"Right now, I only want to know where Chun is."
"Even if Chun comes back, if our family can't be whole, then it's better to keep things as they are."
"Mo Chuxi!"
Hearing these words, Yan Xinxin suddenly rushed to him in agitation, grabbing the collar of his shirt with both hands, her stern gaze piercing straight at him.
"So what you're saying is, unless I forgive you for what you did back then, you won't let me see Chun? Is that it?"
