Yan Rusheng rolled his eyes. "Wen Xuxu, you think too highly of yourself."
"Are you implying that I'm not pretty?" Wen Xuxu pouted as she frowned at him.
Yan Rusheng was momentarily stumped before breaking into a smile. His hand, which was on her waist, traveled to her chest before he pinched her.
He bent to glare at her with malice in his eyes. "You… sly and stupid woman."
He hastened his footsteps and walked to the bed. Throwing his gentleness to the wind, he threw Xuxu on the bed. Then he removed his shirt impatiently.
After removing his belt and every other clothing on him, he pounced on Xuxu.
He was rough and acting on his whims.
He gazed into the depths of Xuxu's eyes and her heartbeat raced rapidly.
After all these years, her heart would still pound and race whenever she looked into his eyes. She would always feel bashful and shy.
Perhaps she was too familiar with him. Hence she found it embarrassing.
