Why Do I Need To Coax Her?

She wasn't in the least bit demure or coy.

Everyone sat down and naturally Wen Xuxu sat next to Yan Rusheng. As usual, she helped him to disinfect his cutlery and cup with boiling water.

Charles sat opposite; his attention was focused on her as he watched her every movement.

Her slender arms were as fair as porcelain and every movement she made seemed so graceful and natural in his eyes.

Young Master Yan had nearly flown off the handle, almost flipping over the table during dinner.

"Wen Xuxu, as a woman don't you know how to be coy and demure?"

Once they were in the car, Young Master Yan began to chide Wen Xuxu out of frustration.

Xuxu had barely sat down when he abruptly started reprimanding her. She was unable to make heads or tails of it, so she snapped, "Did I do anything wrong?"

How was she not coy and demure? What did she do?

He was really ridiculous.