Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xuxu’s hands hooked themselves around his neck with nimble and swift movements. She then wounded her legs around his waist.
Without Yan Rusheng’s help, she tightly clung on to him all on her own.
Xuxu’s weight was nothing to Yan Rusheng, leisurely walking with ease.
The brutal and piercing winds mercilessly swept across her. It made her pull her shoulders up. She planted her face on Yan Rusheng’s back trying to steal some of his warmth.
Layers of clothing separated them, but she could still feel the warmth emanating from his body.
Her slight movement tickled Yan Rusheng, and he couldn’t differentiate whether it was his heart that was being tickled or his skin.
He tightened his grip on Xuxu’s legs. He gnashed his teeth and said, “Stupid woman. You are beginning to pout and act more coquettishly with me.”
This feeling was great—Wen Xuxu needing and depending on him waswonderful.
He felt they ought to be like that from the start. It was how a normal couple should be.
Did they take the wrong approach in the past?
Xuxu pouted and mumbled softly, “I’m making up for the times that have passed.”
Only God knew how many times she had gazed at him when she was exhausted or feeling drained, silently wishing that he would allow her to depend and lean on him. If he did, she would feel overjoyed.
She seemed to whisper to herself, and Yan Rusheng couldn’t hear and understand her clearly. He spun his head and asked, “What?”
Xuxu shook her head. “Nothing much.”
She tightened her hands around him.
Even though it was freezing cold and snow was relentlessly falling everywhere, twinkling stars still littered the sky and the moon shone brightly. It made her wonder and look forward to how the day would be like tomorrow.
Gazing absentmindedly at the stars, she rested her head on Yan Rusheng’s back. “Ah Sheng.”
Yan Rusheng nodded in response. “Mm.”
Xuxu asked, “When you hang out with those young masters at entertainment places, what do you usually do?”
After she had blurted the question, she immediately straightened her back. Her gaze fixed intently on the side features of Yan Rusheng’s face.
Zhou Shuang remarked that when men go to such places, they would hire hostesses to accompany them. Though she felt that Yan Rusheng might be a little bit of a flirt sometimes, he was someone who had strict standards and wouldn’t like any random woman.
She was quite confident about it, but somehow it still worried her that his friends might have requested the company of hostesses and forced one upon him.
Yan Rusheng answered, “Drinking, playing cards, playing billiard, and singing.”
“Oh…” Xuxu thoughtfully answered. She resumed lying on his back again. She uttered mostly to herself, “A group of guys just singing and gambling? Doesn’t sound very fun to me.”
There was a subtle trace of her trying to probe more into the matter.
Yan Rusheng could tell, and he had a shrewd hunch that the female hooligan must have introduced this idea to Xuxu when she asked for the company of those men. If not, she must have injected such suspicions into her mind.
A devious smile appeared on his lips. He said, “They ask for hostesses as well.”
She knew it. Xuxu frowned and asked, “Are they all sexily dressed and wearing thick makeup?”
Yan Rusheng said it on purpose. “Not necessarily. There are other types which are rather attractive.”
He still dared to defend those hostesses, and it made Xuxu upset. “Why are you qualified to criticize Zhou Shuang and me when you are doing the exact same thing when you hang out with your friends? You’re allowed to and I’m not? You’re too unreasonable!”
Yan Rusheng could no longer suppress his laughter and grinned. “Are you jealous?”
Xuxu pouted her mouth, feeling resentful. “At first I felt like forgetting all about the remote control punishment since you’ve helped me tonight and carried me across the street.”
What she meant was that she had cast aside her initial idea, and he will have to continue kneeling then.