"This is nothing actually." Xuxu threw a purposeful glance at Yan Rusheng before smiling at Ming Ansheng. "Yan Rusheng's little mistress got vomited all over her face, and that feeling is awesome."
Yan Rusheng heard her and his face fell. He stretched his long limbs and wound them around Xuxu's waist. He flashed a menacing smile at her. "Wife, do you want it so much right now? This desire is natural, so don't be so shy. Let's head back to our room."
Without paying heed with Xuxu's expression, he bent over and lifted her up.
With huge strides, he went in the direction of their room and ignored Xuxu's screams and punches.
They walked past Ming Ansheng, and the man merely shook his head with a grin. "Yan Rusheng, don't be so despicable."
He turned around and received a shock. He quickly put on a smile. "Have you settled your cousin?"
