บท 411: As If It Was Tailor-Made

His eyes and crimson lips were indescribable, languid and flirtatious.

Xuxu was dumbfounded for a moment before she recovered and frantically averted her gaze from his face. "I'm ready. We can leave now."

Yan Rusheng responded with an 'Mm'. His naturally nasal voice was exceptionally attractive.

He straightened himself and threw the cigarette into the ashtray portion of the trash can before turning around to leave.

Xuxu followed after him. Looking at his towering back, her heartbeat was ineffably erratic.

She lowered her head and gripped the beige colored striped sleeves of her blouse.

"You intend to wear that outfit to the birthday party?" When they were back in the office, Yan Rusheng halted his steps and suddenly spun around to look Xuxu.

He knitted his eyebrows. He was obviously dissatisfied with her outfit.

Xuxu replied, "We're attending an elderly man's birthday celebration, not a wedding or an engagement party."