Xuxu remained motionless and shut her eyes, pretending not to have heard him.
But he was moving towards her, and she could hardly continue the act. She decided to open her eyes when he was about to reach her.
"I was tired, so I came back with Zhou Shuang first," she replied coldly and stood up. She grabbed the empty glass and turned around, then walked determinedly past Yan Rusheng towards the door.
"Wen Xuxu." Yan Rusheng reacted quickly—he spun around and intercepted her.
Caught off guard, she fell into his embrace when his arm pulled her towards him.
He bowed his head, and his deep eyes resembled an ancient abyss of a dark spring pool. Xuxu couldn't decipher his emotions right now.
But as he inched towards her with his warm and intoxicated breath, he emitted a slight chilliness as well. It signaled that he was angry.
Why is he angry? Is it because I didn't wait for him just now?
