Seeing the profound colors in Yan Xinxin's eyes, Mo Chuxi vaguely sensed something unusual.
But he had always been open and fearless, unashamed in front of her, so he nodded calmly.
"Sweetheart, go ahead and ask."
Mo Chuxi smiled, gently patting the little bundle in his arms.
Yan Xinxin met his gaze, her lips lightly parting.
"Mo Chuxi, have you ever been attracted to other girls before, like, during your teenage years, wasn't there always that one girl who you found irresistible?"
Hearing this question, Mo Chuxi had yet to react, but Mo Qingning was already expressing surprise.
"No way!"
She thought it was unlikely.
"I think a person like my big brother would find it hard to like someone."
"What kind of person am I?"
Mo Chuxi raised an eyebrow and pursued the matter.
Mo Qingning waved at Mo Chuxi while holding Little Cutie's hand, speaking in a teasing, childish tone.
"You're the kind of person who's so aloof that it seems no one catches your eye, right, Chun?"
