Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: What Kind of Attitude Is This?

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Yan Xinxin stared blankly, her beautiful eyes half-open, feeling Mo Chuxi’s kiss—bold, yet fervent.

Rainwater trickled down their cheeks, landing on their lips, carrying an unexpectedly sweet sensation.

Mo Chuxi cupped Yan Xinxin’s face in his hands, utterly indifferent to the fact that both of them were standing in the rain.

In his mind, her flushed face and dazed expression sparked a sudden surge of desire...

"Mo... Chuxi..."

After a long while, Yan Xinxin finally returned to her senses, quietly calling his name as she gently pushed him away.

Mo Chuxi released her lips, his deep, mesmerizing eyes fixed on the girl with her peach-colored cheeks and almond-shaped face before him.

Truthfully, he had no desire to stop.

"We, we should go back quickly. Xi will be worried about us."

Yan Xinxin said as she swiftly pulled up her hood, dodging past Mo Chuxi and dashing down the mountain.

Watching her retreating figure, which seemed as though she was fleeing in panic, Mo Chuxi raised his hand and brushed his lips, lingering in the moment.

Tonight.

was going to

☆

tantrum: they

they returned to the apartment, the

a bath in ages. After bathing her son, she finally had the chance to soak in hot water, relaxing and closing her eyes for a

shower and walked into the living room, where he saw Yan Chenxi sitting alone on the

"Where’s your little Xinxin?"

as he

she’s done, she’ll cook

Yan Xinxin is bathing?

entire sentence,

Yan Chenxi curiously twisted his little head around to watch his

was genuinely exhausted. Gradually, she slipped into a light sleep with her eyes

opened the bathroom door, his footsteps pausing slightly as

below her chest submerged in the frothy white bubbles. Her breathing rose and

shifted subtly, his gaze sweeping over

collarbone was delicate and prominent—a masterpiece of finesse. Her neck was slender, her proportions

fair as fresh snow, the kind you instinctively knew would feel wonderful to the touch—a fact he had

edge of the bathtub, slender and smooth, although Mo Chuxi’s eyes eventually fell warmly upon the hand wrapped in

sensing the shadow lingering by her periphery, Yan Xinxin slowly

silent figure of the man standing nearby. Startled, she sat up abruptly—only