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Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 152
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Chapter 150: Chapter 150: What Kind of Attitude Is This?

Sure, here is the original text translated into English:

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 nas 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."

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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.

No matter what, he was going to have her!

Summer thunderstorms are often like a child’s tantrum: they cquickly and vanish just as fast.

By the tthey returned to the apartment, the rain had already stopped.

Yan Xinxin hadn't taken 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 brief nap...

Mo Chuxi finished his shower and walked into the living room, where he saw Yan Chenxi sitting alone on the sofa,

watching cartoons.

"Where's your little Xinxin?"

He asked as he approached.

"Little Xinxin said she’s taking a bath. After she’s done, she'll cook dinner. Daddy Chuxi, are you hungry?"

Yan Xinxin is bathing?

From the little one’s entire sentence, Mo Chuxi only caught that part.

Seeing Mo Chuxi remain silent, Yan Chenxi curiously twisted his little head around to watch his handsfather

stride toward the bathroom.

Yan Xinxin was genuinely exhausted. Gradually, she slipped into a light sleep with her eyes closed in the

bathtub.

Mo Chuxi opened the bathroom door, his footsteps pausing slightly as he entered.

Yan Xinxin lay soaking in the bathtub, everything below her chest submerged in the frothy white bubbles. Her

breathing rose and fell, faintly revealing the soft snow-white skin beneath.

Mo Chuxi’s sexy Adam's apple shifted subtly, his gaze sweeping over every inch of her exposed skin.

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

proportions flawless.

Yan Xinxin’s skin was as fair as fresh snow, the kind you instinctively knew would feel wonderful to the touch—a

fact he had long ago confirmed with his own hands.

Her right arm rested gently on the edge of the bathtub, slender and smooth, although Mo Chuxi’s eyes

eventually fell warmly upon the hand wrapped in a bandage.

Perhaps sensing the shadow lingering by her periphery, Yan Xinxin slowly opened her weary eyes in confusion.

And as her eyes opened, she found herself face-to-face with the silent figure of the man standing nearby.

Startled, she sat up abruptly—only to realize she was completely unrobed. Panic-stricken, she grabbed a towel

and hastily draped it over her body.

"Why are you standing there without saying a word?!"

Yan Xinxin’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her voice trembling with nervousness.

Mo Chuxi’s thin lips curved into a faint smile as he took measured steps forward.

"Don’t—don’t cany closer!"

"Yan Xinxin, | cin out of concern for you. What's with this attitude?"

"...What—what do you mean?"

Yan Xinxin hesitated, a mix of confusion and apprehension, as Mo Chuxi pressed his lips into a half-smile. Without

warning, he reached out and grasped her right wrist.

Yan Xinxin began to struggle frantically.

"Mo Chuxi, you—you... what do you want?"

"What if | told you..."

"That | want to have you?"