Yan Xinxin looked at his playful smile, withdrew her hand and turned to the balcony, biting her lip to suppress a certain emotion.
Mo Chuxi immediately followed, raising his hand to embrace her.
"Xinxin."
"Don't call me, go find your Little Qianyuan."
She pouted sulkily, turning her head away angrily.
Mo Chuxi suddenly felt that his understanding of women was not thorough enough.
He reached out to pinch Yan Xinxin's chin, turning her little face, and his gentle gaze filled with confusion.
"Yan Xinxin, are you really jealous? Jealous of yourself?"
"I'm not Mu Qianyuan, your Little Qianyuan just cried and left, why don't you go after her."
After saying this, Yan Xinxin pressed her lips tightly, her pretty face puffed up with anger as she lowered her gaze.
Mo Chuxi smiled helplessly.
"Yan Xinxin, even if you've gone silly, I haven't. Knowing that woman is Mu Qianshui, why would I still chase her? Am I crazy? Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin was slightly stunned.
