Yan Rusheng turned around and lay down on the bed.
He shut his eyes, and it looked like he wasn't planning to say another word.
Xuxu's eyes trailed over his good-looking face, and after struggling internally for a while, she tiptoed cautiously to the other end of the bed. She gingerly lifted the blanket and laid herself down as carefully as she could.
She lay sideways with her back facing Yan Rusheng. She moved closer to the edge, and any movement she made could cause her to fall off the bed.
It was the first time someone had lain next to him on his bed.
Never in Yan Rusheng's wildest dreams did he see himself sharing a bed with Wen Xuxu one day. And as husband and wife, no less.
'You're like a tigress. No one will marry you when you grow up.'
'Yan Rusheng, I dare you to repeat yourself!'
