After chiding him, she turned over to the other side of the bed and kept a distance from him .
She covered herself with the quilt and sat up . Her hair was in a mess, and the traces on her body were ambiguous .
Yan Rusheng lazily leaned against the headboard and calmly looked at the woman who was searching for her clothes .
Perfect body contours coupled with the bashfulness of a little woman…
Why didn't he notice Wen Xuxu right from the beginning? Why didn't she belong to him right from the start?
A streak of jealousy flashed past Yan Rusheng's eyes . He turned and grabbed her, pressing her down and fiercely kissing her .
What should he do? As the thought of Jiang Zhuoheng popped into his mind, a twinge of jealousy overcame his senses . He felt for Xuxu's hands and locked his fingers with hers as if telling her that in this lifetime, he would grip her heart tightly and never let it waver .
Xuxu resisted for a moment but soon caved in .
As Yan Rusheng advanced bit by bit, his eyes were flaming with sparks of jealousy .
He wanted to ask: "Wen Xuxu, why didn't we fall in love earlier? Why didn't we belong to each other solely?"
That night, they exhausted all their energy .
Lying on the bed, her chest moved up and down with every breath she took . Xuxu recovered her energy after quite some time . As she rubbed her tummy, she turned and face the man beside her . "I'm hungry . "
Yan Rusheng narrowed his charming peach blossom-shaped eyes and his lips mischievously curled up . "Aren't you full after I've fed you for so long?"
"Stinky hooligan . You never changed . " Xuxu raised her fist and hurled punches at his chest .
As her energy had drained out earlier, her punches resembled balls of cotton wool falling on his chest and they didn't manage to deliver the effect that she wanted . Instead, it almost 'provoked' him again .
Yan Rusheng reached out and grabbed Xuxu's wrist . He teasingly looked at her . "Dumb woman, let me eat something and regain my strength first . You can seduce me again later . "
After that, he lazily sat up and got off the bed barefooted . He walked out of Xuxu's sight, stark naked .
Xuxu expected him to proceed to the bathroom to take a shower . He was sweating profusely earlier and being mysophobic, taking a shower was a must for him .
All of a sudden, she recalled something and shouted, "Yan Rusheng, come back right now . "
A lazy male voice sounded from the outside . "What do you want?"
"The curtains outside are not drawn . " Xuxu put on her slippers and got off the bed as she spoke . She picked up Yan Rusheng's shirt from the floor and covered her petite body with it .
The man was calm and collected as usual . "Others can see but cannot touch . So why are you so afraid?"
It baffled Xuxu .
By the time she ran out, Yan Rusheng was already out of sight . She looked at the balcony, and he had already drawn the curtains . When were they drawn? She didn't hear the sound of the curtains being drawn earlier .
She was feeling puzzled when Yan Rusheng suddenly called out to her from the bathroom . "Wen Xuxu, do you want to shower together?"
Instinctively, Xuxu shook her head . "Don't want . You shower by yourself . "
Her entire body was aching all over . If she were to take a shower with him, things could happen again .
Xuxu put on the pajamas that she wore yesterday and entered the next room from the new door . The lavish crystal chandeliers were switched on, and they shimmered and flickered under the light .
From the looks of it, from the flooring and wallpaper to the furniture in the house, they were all brand new, yet they didn't give off the slightest stench . She had no idea how Yan Rusheng did it but she knew one thing—money talks .
There were only things that one didn't think of, but there's nothing that one couldn't handle .
Chapter end
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