Xuxu opened the wardrobe to get Yan Rusheng's clothes. Yan Rusheng had stayed in the apartment for over a month so he had quite a selection of clothes. However, they were mainly blazers and shirts, most of which were of similar design and color.
She loved to look at his wardrobe and white shirts for she would feel an inexplicable joy.
It always made her think of his good-looking face and his exquisite features.
She gazed at his clothes and seemed to enter a trance. After some time, she extended her hand towards his loungewear and removed it from the clothes hanger.
She received a shock when she turned around. "Why didn't you make a sound?"
Was this fellow bent on scaring her to death?
Yan Rusheng was wearing a white bathrobe, butโฆ it belonged to Xuxu. It was so short that the bathrobe ended at his thighs, and it seemed to be bursting at his shoulders.
