All my life's hopes boil down to one thing—craving your heart. Yan Xinxin VS Mo Chuxi. Hot... so dizzy... Yan Xinxin felt as if she had fallen into a fiery pit. Every cell in her body was ablaze, threatening to consume her consciousness entirely... Her thoughts were muddled; all she could sense was the fatigue coursing through her as her younger sister Yan Zhirou tugged her forward. "Rou, where is this? I want to go home. Xi is still waiting for me..." "Sis, you're drunk. Stay here for the night. I'll take care of Xi for you!"freewёbn૦νeɭ.com Yan Zhirou replied dismissively and casually dumped Yan Xinxin onto the bed in the hotel room. "My head hurts so much..." Yan Xinxin furrowed her delicate brows in discomfort. "If you're feeling dizzy, then just sleep it off!" Watching Yan Xinxin gradually lose consciousness, Yan Zhirou's lips curled into a sinister smile of triumph. She walked out of the room and quickly dialed a number. Yan Zhirou's grin grew greedy. She gleefully strode towards the elevator in her high heels. Suddenly, her gaze collided with a breathtakingly cold and magnificent face, stopping her in her tracks. His sharp brows, straight and refined nose, thick lashes, and a pair of deep, light brown eyes held an air of mystery. Following the curve of his jaw upward, his slightly pressed, pale, peach-colored lips exuded subtle allure. His perfectly balanced features blended seamlessly with smooth, delicate skin, like a noble, sophisticated ink painting. Yan Zhirou froze in shock, utterly amazed. That godlike visage could only belong to the Crown Prince of Di Jue Financial Group, Mo Chuxi! She had seen him last week when she had sneaked Yan Xinxin's jewelry design draft to apply at Di Jue Financial Group. Excitement surged through Yan Zhirou, and she hurriedly ran forward. "Young Master Mo, I am..." Just as she tried to strike up a conversation, her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered the call with a hint of irritation. He lowered his cold gaze, eyes filled with danger, scanning the woman lying on the bed. As if sensing the disturbance, Yan Xinxin opened her hazy, misty star-like eyes. Half-drunk and half-dreaming, she saw a handsome face that seemed oddly familiar.