Hearing the deeper meaning behind Mo Chuxi's words, Yan Xinxin immediately raised her hand to push him away, her star-like eyes filled with reproach.
"Are you sure you want to do this in my current condition?"
She shot him a disdainful look.
"Aren't you the one who wants this baby so much? Then don't mess around."
"Yan Xinxin, honestly, you care about this child more than I do."
Mo Chuxi reached out and tilted her delicate chin up.
"Wearing such a beautiful dress but pairing it with plain white shoes—is it for the baby?"
His lowered voice was like music teasing her ear. Yan Xinxin found herself a little flustered.
Thinking about how this man could see through her every move so easily, she felt an unsettling sense of being exposed.
Seeing Yan Xinxin stand there silently in a daze, Mo Chuxi gently placed his palm over her lower abdomen, his warm breath lightly brushing her ear.
"Tell me, do you think a pregnant bride in a wedding dress would look unique?"
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