"But I can tell you clearly, if you do this, in this lifetime, forever and ever, I will never forgive you!"
As Yan Xinxin's words fell, Mo Chuxi's gaze darkened.
He looked at her defiant expression. The domineering and assertive look in his eyes from a moment ago softened involuntarily in this instant, yielding slightly.
"So what you're saying is, if I don't do it, you've already forgiven me?"
"..."
"Care to place a bet?"
He parted his lips to ask, his demeanor suddenly much gentler and calmer.
"Ding-dong!"
The pleasant sound of the doorbell rang.
Yan Xinxin turned to open the door.
The door opened, and as she raised her eyes, she saw Xiao Yize's tall and upright figure standing before her.
Yet a trace of weariness and remorse lingered between his gentle brows.
When Xiao Yize saw the wound on Yan Xinxin's forehead, he immediately felt a surge of guilt and distress.
"I'm sorry, Xinxin."
He apologized.
Yan Xinxin was momentarily confused, then quickly understood.
