143 He Felt Like Chopping Off His Hands (2/2)

Yan Rusheng supported his chin with both hands as he looked at her. Her round and bright forehead was perspiring, probably due to how far they'd walked earlier on.

He involuntarily pulled out tissues from the box.

”President Yan, do you want some tea?” Xuxu raised her head and asked him softly.

Just like how she'd watched him earlier, his head suddenly jerked back. Yan Rusheng looked slightly guilty, and he used the tissues in his hands to wipe his own forehead.

”Yeah.”

He replied back in his usual nonchalant manner and then stole a glance at Xuxu's forehead, feeling upset with himself.

Oh my god! Earlier on, he had actually felt like wiping away the stupid woman's sweat. He felt like chopping off his hands!

Wen Xuxu poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him. ”Be careful, it's a little hot.”

She reminded him gently and removed her slender, fair hands from the cup.

”Wen Xuxu!” Yan Rusheng stared at Wen Xuxu intensely, and his voice gave away how unbelievably surprised he was.

Xuxu's hand quivered at his yell, and she stared at him in confusion. ”What's the matter?”

Why was he so flustered? It gave her quite the fright.

”Nothing.” Yan Rusheng shook his head.

She had merely given him a reminder in a tone that was gentler than usual. He was strangely overwhelmed by her tender affection and had almost grabbed her tiny hand.

He wanted to ask if she did the same things when she was with Jiang Zhuoheng—disinfecting the cutlery or cautioning him in a gentle tone.

Yan Rusheng, your illness is getting serious.

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Xuxu enjoyed her lunch eating the dishes she liked. She finished her rice and began eating the rest.

Yan Rusheng saw that her bowl was empty and questioned her, ”Aren't you eating anymore?”