He spoke as he raised his hand and pulled her into his embrace.
His slender fingers threaded through her hair, silently intertwining, listening to the steady rhythm of two hearts drawing closer together.
Yan Xinxin lifted her hand, gently encircling Mo Chuxi's waist.
Her heart ached; this feeling was real.
Mo Chuxi loathed Mu Qianshui, just as much as she despised the man who had forced her back then.
She slightly tightened her grip, holding him even closer.
Inhaling the faint orchid fragrance on him, her heart gradually calmed down.
"Yan Xinxin, would you be willing to have another daughter?"
"...Huh?"
Yan Xinxin's big, watery eyes widened in astonishment.
Mo Chuxi released her from his arms, his gaze now softened compared to before.
"I'll have Chenxi call you 'mom.' Though it's unfair to you, there's no way I'd let Chenxi stay with that scheming woman."
His eyes were intense.
"Yan Xinxin, you have a son, and now I also have a daughter. Perhaps…it's destined fate?"
"…"
