It took Yan Rusheng aback as a plethora of emotions flashed past his peach blossom-shaped eyes—shock, happiness, surprise…
He straightened his back. He then grabbed her violently on the shoulders to jerk her around to face him.
"What did you say?"
His deep and pleasant voice sounded rather quivery because of his heightened emotions.
Xuxu kept her head bowed. It was harder than what she had imagined trying to explain to him. She softly mumbled, "I… I said I was scared."
Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Yan Rusheng hugged her tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. How he wished he could bury her inside of him. "Wen Xuxu…"
He nestled his head in her hair and neck as he took in the light and fragrant scent that exclusively belonged to her.
"Stupid woman, your stupidity is beyond redemption."
