After chiding him, she turned over to the other side of the bed and kept a distance from him.
She covered herself with the quilt and sat up. Her hair was in a mess, and the traces on her body were ambiguous.
Yan Rusheng lazily leaned against the headboard and calmly looked at the woman who was searching for her clothes.
Perfect body contours coupled with the bashfulness of a little woman…
Why didn't he notice Wen Xuxu right from the beginning? Why didn't she belong to him right from the start?
A streak of jealousy flashed past Yan Rusheng's eyes. He turned and grabbed her, pressing her down and fiercely kissing her.
What should he do? As the thought of Jiang Zhuoheng popped into his mind, a twinge of jealousy overcame his senses. He felt for Xuxu's hands and locked his fingers with hers as if telling her that in this lifetime, he would grip her heart tightly and never let it waver.
Xuxu resisted for a moment but soon caved in.
