Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 649: I like you, love you, that’s why I want to...

Chapter 649: Chapter 649: I like you, love you, that’s why I want to...

Mo Chuxi anxiously moved to the other side of the bed.

Seeing Yan Xinxin lying on the floor in pain, his heart clenched painfully alongside hers.

"Xinxin."

He walked over to her, crouched down, and reached out to help her.

Yan Xinxin instinctively raised her hand to avoid him, retreating backward in a flustered manner until her back hit the sofa.

"Yan Xinxin, what are you doing?"

Faced with her resistance and rejection, the concern on Mo Chuxi’s handsome face shifted into confusion and incomprehension.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Watching her evasive behavior, his gaze unconsciously grew wounded.

"Yan Xinxin, are you afraid of me? Do you think I would hurt you?"

"Wouldn’t you?"

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling like stars, holding a flickering glimmer within them.

Hearing her retort, Mo Chuxi couldn’t help but laugh.

"Do you think I would hurt you? How would I hurt you? By hitting you or cursing you?"

He asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I would rather stab myself a few times than see you shed a single drop of blood!"

"Then what do you call what you did to me last night? Does it only count as real harm when there’s blood involved?"

"Do you really see what happened last night as me hurting you?"

Mo Chuxi let out a low laugh, his gaze suddenly becoming piercing and profound as he stared at her.

"Yan Xinxin, you are the one hurting me."

"...What did you say?"

Listening to his counter-accusation filled with grievance, Yan Xinxin’s eyes widened in bewilderment as she stared at him.

"Me hurting you? What power do I have to hurt someone like you, Mo Chuxi?"

"Your rejection and avoidance are the most severe and direct wounds!"

"..."

Yan Xinxin couldn’t find the words to respond to Mo Chuxi’s answer.

Suddenly, he leaned closer to her, his eyes now resembling those from her nightmares—dark, intimidating, filled with a terrifying, predatory intensity.

"Yan Xinxin, you’re my wife! I like you, I love you, and that’s why I want to sleep with you. But you? You repeatedly shatter my enthusiasm."

"..."

"Don’t forget, we’ve only been married for a short while. Newlyweds—am I wrong to act like this?"

His relentless questioning left Yan Xinxin frozen, her small mouth slightly open, speechless in response.

She was nearly brainwashed by him, slowly beginning to believe that the one at fault was her, and not him.

As he watched the woman sitting on the carpet in a daze, Mo Chuxi bent down, lowering his forehead until it touched hers.

Feeling the temperature of her forehead had returned to normal, he secretly exhaled in relief, then reached out to scoop her up into his arms, gently placing her back onto the bed.

"Since you’re so upset seeing me right now, I’ll sleep in the study tonight, okay?"

Mo Chuxi spoke while carefully tucking the blanket around Yan Xinxin.

"If you feel hungry, drink the bird’s nest porridge before you sleep. I hope to see you fully recovered tomorrow."

With those words, he decisively turned away.

That same tall and handsome silhouette, carrying an air of coldness.

Yan Xinxin pulled the blanket tightly around herself, her gaze blankly fixed on the ceiling.

Her reaction after waking up had indeed been a bit excessive, but she hadn’t meant it to be like that. It was just that the nightmare she had before waking had left her deeply shaken...

Mo Chuxi entered the study, his expression somber as he sat down at the desk.

He opened a locked cabinet, retrieving a small metal box and a diary from within.

Opening the metal box, his gaze was instantly drawn to a picture of Yan Xinxin as a child—back when she was still Mu Qianyuan.

So obedient, so cute, and so thoughtful. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Every day, she would eagerly follow him around, using her soft, melodic voice to call him "Brother Xi," often saying, "Brother Xi, Yuan wants to be your bride someday."

Now, she had finally become his bride, but not as Mu Qianyuan.

"Xinxin..."

His gaze softened, his fingers gently brushing over the photo of the girl.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door to the study knocked at this moment, prompting him to put away the photo and diary.

"Who is it?"