"Wen Xuxu. If I knew you would end up as my wife, I would have slept with you a long time ago."
"Speak another word and I'm going to twist your waist!"
"I'm serious." Yan Rusheng spun his neck to look at Xuxu. "Haven't you thought of sleeping with me?"
He suddenly stretched his hand to pull Xuxu towards him. She collapsed next to him, and he propped his head with a hand. He gently stroked Xuxu's nose, and he had a tender expression in his eyes. "Haven't you thought of giving me your first kiss? Or peeking at me while I shower? Or perhaps, sneak in when I'm sleeping and admire me in silence?"
Xuxu snorted in disdain. "You think too highly of yourself."
But deep down, she really thought of doing all these before.
'How would his lips feel like?''How does it feel to kiss him?' She had a whim to sneak into his room on many occasions.
At that time, she felt that she would be contented to just watch him as he slept.
