His wife was such a lovely and sweet sight to behold.
The makeup artist had just finished applying eyeliner on Xuxu's eyes. Xuxu opened her eyes to see Yan Rusheng watching her with a tender look on his face.
She frowned and said, "Yan Rusheng, go out. Didn't I ask you to go out?"
Yan Rusheng smiled and drawled lazily. "Wife, we've been married for so long. Why are you still so shy?"
Xuxu really hated and yet adored his shameless cheekiness, which seemed to be his innate trait.
She furrowed her eyebrows and glared at Yan Rusheng. "We can't meet before the wedding."
Yan Rusheng playfully grinned. "Not only did we meet, last night we even…"
Xuxu hastily interjected, "Enough! You don't have to leave."
This fellow really didn't care that there were others in the room, and he simply continued to speak ever so brazenly.
Every time he did, she was really powerless against him.
"Xuxu."
