Wen Xuxu sat down beside him and avoided talking about Yan Rusheng. "Seems like a foreign climate is favorable. You're even fairer than before."
"Can I say that after three years, I still haven't gotten used to everything there?" Jiang Zhuoheng became serious and he looked intensely at Xuxu's petite face.
His thoughts were written plainly on his face and he gradually inched closer to Xuxu's face bit by bit.
Wen Xuxu didn't know what to do in this situation. When Jiang Zhuoheng's lips almost touched hers, she abruptly exclaimed, "Ah Heng!"
Her pitch became higher, completely revealing her nervousness.
Jiang Zhuoheng stopped short when he was about 4 to 5 centimeters away from Xuxu's lips. He saw the nervous and flustered look in her eyes and he smiled gently at her.
"Xuxu, foreign climates are indeed favorable. The air is fresh and the environment is great."
