The man was dressed in his usual clean white shirt and well-ironed trousers. But this time, he had an ash-grey colored apron around him. Seeing this, Xuxu could no longer suppress her emotions.
Her eyes turned red as she gazed at the man who looked as beautiful as a painting. "Ah Sheng, I love you."
The profession of her love was the original version that she had kept in her heart all these years.
"Ah Sheng, I've loved you for many years. From the first awakening until now, I'm loving you more and more."
It stumped Yan Rusheng for a second when he heard Xuxu's sudden profession of her love. The next moment, she rushed forward, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips as she stood on her toes.
"What's happening? Why was she so affectionate all of a sudden? And so self-initiated?" Yan Rusheng thought.
