Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  As though he had expected it.

  “She knows everything.” Xuxu lounged back in bed and slipped further down. She stared at the VCR in her hands. She was worried and inconsolable.

  Yan Rusheng sat down next to her and caressed her face. “She has proven to be tougher than you thought.”


  Xuxu exhaled deeply. “Yeah, for Jiao Chen, she had to.”


  She kept her head down and stared at the VCR. Her eyes glistened and turned red.

  To her, Su Yue may still be innocent, but she had blossomed into a mature woman.

  She raised her head and held the VCR in her hands. In a constricted voice, she said, “Ah Sheng, this…… Jiao Chen had left this behind. I’m hesitant to give it to Yueyue.”


  Yan Rusheng extended his hand and pushed it gently back to her. “Just keep it.”


  Xuxu pressed her lips and managed a feeble smile. “I thought so, too.”


  They often shared the same views and opinions, but she needed his reassurance and confirmation.

  And gradually, as time passed by, it became a habit.

  Xuxu cast the blanket aside and stowed the VCR away in the drawer. She peered at it for some time before closing it. She locked it with the key before pulling it out.

  She sighed ruefully to herself.

  Then she turned around.

  A pair of hands enveloped her by her waist.

  It startled Xuxu, so she turned to glare at Yan Rusheng. “Why were you so quiet? You gave me a shock.”


  She bowed and glanced at his feet. He was barefooted.

  She glanced at his face, and his cheeks were flushed under the warm light because of alcohol.

  With a tender and thought-provoking smile, his lips seemed to gleam in the light. He slipped his hands under her clothes, and his fingers lightly danced across her belly.

  His eyes met Xuxu’s and he bent his head. He brushed his lips lightly across her neck and he breathed. “You would have realized if I made any sound.”


  His breath tingled her skin like feathers, and he smelled of alcohol. It heightened her senses, and so she shrunk her neck unconsciously. “Ah Sheng, stop it. I’m tired, let’s sleep,” whined Xuxu in a sweet voice.

  “I can’t sleep because I drank just now.” Yan Rusheng tightened his grip around Xuxu and turned her around.

  He bent and his forehead touched hers. He licked her eyelashes, tenderly and slowly.

  As though she was helping a kitten to wash her face.

  A strong whiff of alcohol assailed Xuxu’s nostrils. She can’t drink, and she disliked the pungent smell of drunk people.

  But if that drunk person was the man in front of her, it was another story. Instead of wrinkling her nose in disgust, she would instead…… be infatuated with it.

  She stretched her hands and embraced him. “Who asked you to drink so much? The whole car stinks of alcohol and even the children are affected.”


  Yan Rusheng was annoyed at the mention of it. “It’s all Jiang Zhuoheng’s fault!”


  He tugged at his tie and gazed into the depths of Xuxu’s eyes. Then his gaze traveled to her alluring and rosy lips.

  All the blood seemed to course through him at that moment, and he yanked his tie away. Then he bent to pull Xuxu in for a passionate kiss.

  He slowly pushed her to the wardrobe and tightened his hands around her waist.