It was late at night.
Mo Chuxi lay wide awake, his long eyes staring at the girl sleeping soundly with her head resting on the crook of his arm. His arm tightened slightly.
He slowly bent forward, his lips brushing a gentle kiss on Yan Xinxin's forehead.
After a few seconds, Mo Chuxi froze.
Why had he suddenly kissed her like that, with such a tender and protective feeling?
Mo Chuxi loosened his embrace, gazing at the delicate and tranquil features of the sleeping girl nestled in his arm. He lingered for quite some time before finally turning off the bedside lamp and holding Yan Xinxin tightly as he drifted to sleep…
Morning.
Dawn had just broken, a sheer veil of light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows and opened his long eyes. He glanced at the vibrating phone on the bedside table, then looked at Yan Xinxin clinging to him. Only then did he extend his arm to pick up the phone.
