The unexpected kiss caught Yan Xinxin off guard.
She was lost in her thoughts, stunned, when he leaned in and pressed her down onto the sofa.
His warm body pressed intimately against her slender frame, leaving no space between them.
Yan Xinxin opened her small mouth in surprise, giving Mo Chuxi, who was already troubled by how to claim more, the perfect opportunity.
In an instant, his breath and scent overwhelmed her lips—a faint mint flavor entwined with her sweetness, a delicate fragrance blooming between their lips and teeth…
She froze, and in her ears, a long-buried, childlike voice echoed uncontrollably…
"Brother Xi, can you tell Little Qianyuan? Will you always, always only like me?"
"Silly girl, besides you, who else would I like?"
"Then, then when will Brother Xi marry me and make me your bride? Little Qianyuan wants to wear a beautiful wedding dress…"
