"Sit down, I'll tell you."
Mo Chuxi spoke, looking at her, pretending to be serious.
Yan Xinxin put down the bowl and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
He held her hand, gently stroking it.
"Yuan just said that I'm getting more and more unserious. Clearly, the outside world often says that Young Master Mo is cool and aloof, unapproachable, but in front of you, I'm completely different, right?"
"Exactly!"
Yan Xinxin nodded.
"Everyone has been deceived by you."
"I didn't deceive anyone, I just, try every possible way to have more alone time with my Little Qianyuan. Every time I look at Little Qianyuan, all I can think about are those shallow feelings of love."
"..."
Yan Xinxin originally wanted to continue complaining about this man, but these few words he said completely dispelled her thoughts of resentment.
