Yan Rusheng kept his head buried in Xuxu's arms. He earnestly said, "If I can hug my wife to bed, then I don't mind being shameless."
Xuxu was speechless once more.
'Oh my god! Please subdue this shameless evildoer!'
Yan Rusheng suddenly straightened up, but he was still blocking Xuxu from escaping. He lowered his head and looked at her. "Can you remember that year in autumn?"
When she heard 'that year', Xuxu suddenly got intrigued and smiled. "Which year?"
Yan Rusheng answered, "During the summer holidays when we were in the second year of high school."
There was a glimmer in his eyes while Xuxu traced back her thoughts to that summer holiday.
They were young and inexperienced then.
Xuxu was caught up in her memories when Yan Rusheng's voice suddenly sounded in her ears. "You were wearing a pair of white shorts and a pink singlet, and you came out of the room with a cup in your hand. I saw it."
