"It's nothing." Mo Xinyi shook her head slightly. "I was tossing and turning in the dead of night, unable to sleep.
I wanted to chat with Young Master Xu."
"Sure." Xu Zimo nodded.
He looked Mo Xinyi over and asked, "It's quite cold at night. Aren't you cold wearing a dress?"
"A little." Mo Xinyi pursed her lips and nodded, drawing her clothes tighter around her slender frame.
"Is that so?" Xu Zimo smiled. "Luckily, I'm dressed warmly, so I'm not afraid of the cold."
Mo Xinyi turned and gave Xu Zimo a serious look.
At a time like this, wasn't he supposed to take off his clothes and let the girl wear them?
Was this guy a straight man forged from steel or what?!
"I said, I'm a little cold," Mo Xinyi repeated.
"If you're cold, why don't you stay in your room? Why run outside? Serves you right," Xu Zimo replied.
"You... you..." Mo Xinyi pointed at Xu Zimo, so choked up that she could not speak for a long while.
"Actually, I understand what you mean." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly. "But do you think the two of us are possible?"
Mo Xinyi lowered her head, her eyes reddening slightly. In the end, she said aggrievedly, "I don't want to demean myself like this either.
But in a Lineage like ours, one cannot help oneself."
"If you truly want to carry the Mo family forward and make it flourish, I can point you toward a clear road," Xu Zimo replied.
"What is it?" Mo Xinyi hurriedly raised her head and asked.
"Your Mo family has a young man named Mo Chen. He will be the opportunity for your rise," Xu Zimo said. "As long as you do not become my enemy."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Mo