Wen Ran felt a slight jolt in her heart. She buried her face in his chest, her hands clinging tightly to his athletic waist. Their thoughts, to her surprise, were in sync.
If she had lifted her head at that moment, she would have noticed a flicker of reluctance in Mo Xiuchen's dark eyes.
She leaned against his chest, with one hand tenderly stroking his sexy chest muscles. Her fingers unconsciously started to draw circles on his chest.
"Xiuchen, I heard MS Group is in trouble now. Are you really not going to help?"
Wen Ran leaned in Mo Xiuchen's arms for a while before lifting her head. Looking into Mo Xiuchen's eyes with her clear and profound gaze, she realized how handsome he was, so much so that she could never get enough of him.
Mo Xiuchen, with a gentle smile tugging his mouth, looked at her tenderly. "I've resigned from there; I have no ties left. Why would I go back?"
"But it still is…"
