After she said those words, she felt that she was being unreasonably pretentious. She turned around sheepishly to find out if Yan Rusheng had sensed something.
Yan Rusheng was an astute man, and nothing could escape him.
When Xuxu suddenly turned around, he instantly closed his peach-blossom-shaped eyes, leaving only a faint smile on his face. One wouldn't have easily noticed this.
Xuxu saw his closed eyes and assumed that he hadn't detected the hint of jealousy in her words earlier.
"Today, aren't you…" She attempted to change the subject when Yan Rusheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment he did, Xuxu realized how close their bodies were, not more than a few inches apart from each other.
So ridiculously close that she could see every pore on his face and feel his breath.
Yan Rusheng frowned slightly. "Wen Xuxu, how can there be such a woman like you? Shoving your husband into the arms of other women."
