Yan Xinxin's question clearly made Mo Chuxi pause for a moment.
He lifted his deep gaze to look at the woman before him, the gentle light framing her petite face, making her features soft and picturesque.
Mo Chuxi felt his heartbeat inexplicably disrupted, but his handsome expression remained calm and indifferent.
"Why ask that?"
Mo Chuxi was naturally aware of the peculiarities. Though she had said nothing, the faint furrow of her delicate brows already hinted at her troubled thoughts.
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes, smiled faintly, and gently shook her head.
"It's nothing. I just suddenly wanted to make sense of what our relationship is, President Mo."
"What do you think our relationship is?"
He countered, his magnetic, low voice resonating in the quiet night, stirring hearts.
Yan Xinxin froze, caught off guard by his question.
