When Yan Xinxin saw the man suddenly appear in front of her, she was surprised.
At this hour, shouldn't he be at the office? Why would he suddenly come home?
Confused, she mulled over the thought silently, then abruptly caught her breath as a warm reason came to mind.
Could it be that he came home at this time to see her? Was he worried her health hadn't fully recovered?
"Looks like you're fine now."
Mo Chuxi's pleasant voice interrupted Yan Xinxin's wandering thoughts.
She quickly pulled herself out of her reverie, and gently turned away, slipping out of his embrace.
When Yan Xinxin had just called him "Chuxi," Mo Chuxi had been secretly pleased, but now, seeing her avoid his arms again left him feeling irritated.
His deep, brooding eyes swept over Yan Xinxin's now rosy, palm-sized face with an air of unease.
"How long are you planning to keep giving me the cold shoulder?"
He asked, his tone distant and detached.
As soon as he spoke, he began walking towards the stairs.
