Under the melon field and under the plum tree

Chu Jin hadn't expected the visitor to be him. She was startled for a moment before she smiled and said, "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Zhixuan looked down at her from his higher position.

Those bewitching peach blossom eyes were too clear, too pure, tempting one to unconsciously sink into them.

Mo Zhixuan felt his heartbeat losing its regular rhythm.

This was an experience he had never had before.

Even when he was with Zheng Chuyi, he had not felt this way.

The sensation was subtle and unfamiliar. Mo Zhixuan's self-control was always excellent, so this feeling of losing control made him resist and uneasy.

He frowned slightly, didn't speak, and remembering the purpose of his visit, he reached out and grasped Chu Jin's wrist.

Almost completely unguarded,

her wrist was thus imprisoned by him, leaving her somewhat stunned as she looked at him, the smile freezing on her lips.

For a moment, she forgot to struggle.

The Tarot cards fell from her hands onto the table, one by one.