It was Yan Rusheng who was completely drunk and seemed as though he was consumed by desire. He was like a beast as he pounced on her and kissed and bit her all over.
"Why? Was I so good that night?" Yan Rusheng inched dangerously close to Xuxu as his lips mischievously curled. There was a devious gleam in his eyes. "I was completely drained the next day, and I even had rashes on my body. You knew that I was allergic to such stimulants."
He suddenly thought of something and he watched her doubtfully.
Xuxu pouted and the crease between her eyebrows deepened. "Who knows? Anyway, I did nothing like that, and I'm not as despicable as you."
Yan Rusheng stopped teasing her and lowered his head to look at her properly. "Why did you suddenly come back and ask me this?"
Xuxu answered, "Nothing much. Continue with your push-ups. I'm leaving."
She turned around and walked to the door.
"Xuxu," Yan Rusheng called out.
