How petty could this man be? If she knew that this would happen, she wouldn't have confessed.
He could accuse her of meeting Ah Heng at every opportunity. Did Ah Heng really affect him so much?
Other than the scent of her skincare product and toothpaste, he smelled nothing else. Yan Rusheng brushed against Xuxu's lips with his.
He was enjoying himself.
"Get off me. I'll go get water." Xuxu frowned and carefully nudged Yan Rusheng.
She flung the blanket off.
She picked up Yan Rusheng's cup and poured some water in it. She returned to the bed and passed it to him. "Yan Rusheng, your water. Drink it."
Yan Rusheng was slumped comfortably on the bed as he sweetly replied, "My waist hurts. I can't get up. You feed me."
Xuxu pressed her palm to her forehead in deep exasperation. She took a deep breath.
