Yan Rusheng watched her. When she had almost reached him, he withdrew his hands from his pockets and walked towards her.
Xuxu wasn't expecting him to meet her halfway, and she couldn't stop in time and instead crashed straight into him. He conveniently held her in his arms and looked at her with furrowed brows. "Wen Xuxu, you are becoming more unrestrained that you can't wait to throw yourself at me in public—and in broad daylight."
He had obviously calculated how Xuxu would not be able to stop on her tracks on time, so he hastened his steps towards her. Even though Xuxu felt resentful, she let him have his way. "Yes, you're right. I couldn't wait to throw myself into your arms because I love you too much."
Yan Rusheng curled his lips in satisfaction and his expression seemed to say: "Dumb woman, you are wiser now."
He didn't push on to tease her. Instead, he turned to embrace her waist while shoving his other hand into his pocket. "Let's go."
