บท 671: The Woman Who Kissed Him

"Xuxu."

One was running away while the other gave chase along the historic old alley in the capital city, under the evening sky.

In the taxi, Xuxu kept glancing at the bouquet of flowers in Yan Rusheng's hands. Her heart felt sweeter than honey.

So, this was how it felt when one was being courted by their beloved.

He was neither cold nor aloof. He didn't say, 'I'm going to make you feel how it is like being courted by me.' In fact, he seemed a little bashful instead.

As Xuxu didn't take the flowers from Yan Rusheng, he continued holding them in front of her.

The taxi came to a stop at the entrance of their district. Xuxu paid for the fare and came out of the taxi, walking in front of him as usual.

"Xuxu, this is for you."

When they came out of the elevator, Xuxu rummaged through her bag for her house keys as she walked. All of a sudden, Yan Rusheng appeared in front of her, and then he handed the flowers to her.