Xuxu lowered her eyes and looked at Yan Rusheng's pocket where the cell phone was placed. She deliberated for a split second before answering with an 'Ok'.
She walked over and stretched her hand into his pocket and could feel his body warmth. Her heart skipped a beat.
She felt for the phone, grabbed it and was about to her hand from the pocket.
Yan Rusheng suddenly took a step forward and leaned against the basin. Xuxu's hand was sandwiched in between.
As the back of her hand was against the basin in an awkward position, she felt some pain. She knitted her eyebrows and stared at the man in annoyance. "Yan Rusheng, what are you trying to do?"
"What?" Yan Rusheng feigned ignorance and looked down. He saw that Xuxu's hand was sandwiched in between and shot her a look of apology. "It was unintentional."
