As Xuxu sat on the bed, she suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. She had stayed motionless for a moment before she stretched.
Yan Rusheng observed her in silence, and his peach blossom-shaped eyes playfully sparkled. "Why? Are your arms sore?"
Xuxu glared at him and retorted, "We did it twice and it was so long. You try it and let's see what happens to your arms?!"
She had said it in a casual tone.
Young Master Yan twisted her words on purpose. "My darling, are you trying to make me change my sexual orientation then?"
It dumbfounded Xuxu.
She decided not to speak with this fellow whose thoughts were too dirty. Every word from his mouth was too suggestive.
After massaging her arms, she lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed. Yan Rusheng stopped her by grabbing her arm. "It's not even 7 a.m., sleep for a while more."
