Chapter 14 Argument

After finishing a cigarette in just the right amount of silence, Pu Xia propped herself up on the bed and stood up, confidently displaying her slender figure.

Xie Sheng's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly as he watched the lingering fluid from her lower body flow down her thighs, his gaze darkening.

Pu Xia didn't care about his reaction and took the tissue to wipe herself down there.

But Xie Sheng had just ejaculated so much and so deeply that it was impossible to clean it properly.

"We have to pry it out." Xie Sheng walked behind her, his towering figure enveloping her, his strong masculine aura emanating from him. "Let's go to the bathroom, I'll help you."

Pu Xia's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and said, "I can go by myself."

Unexpectedly, Xie Sheng did not persist.

Pu Xia took a large T-shirt from his wardrobe and put it on. When she came out of the room, she found that Xie Sheng had followed her.

“I can wash it myself,” she emphasized again.

"Okay, you wash yours, I'll watch mine," Xie Sheng said lazily, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, quite shamelessly.

Pu Xia narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting downwards to where he was already tilting his head back. She chuckled, clearly not quite believing his words. "That's enough for today. I have school tomorrow. By the way, will you be coming?"

“Ah… let me think,” Xie Sheng stared into her eyes, “Do you want me to go?”

"This is your own business, why are you asking me?" Pu Xia said, closing the bathroom door.

Tsk, how heartless.

Xie Sheng walked towards another restroom.

There was no lingering tenderness or affection afterward; the two of them took showers and returned to their respective rooms.

Xie Sheng originally wanted to spend the night in Pu Xia's room, but she flatly refused.

"What woman is like you?"

Xie Sheng said with dissatisfaction.

To her surprise, those words ignited Pu Xia's fury. She glared at Xie Sheng and slammed the door shut.

Xie Sheng looked at the person who was groaning beneath him just a moment ago, and now he was showing his barbs again, and he was completely dumbfounded.

After a while, his thoughts drifted back to the unforgettable sexual encounter, and his mood improved again. Even Pu Xia's temper tantrums became exceptionally endearing.

"Yeah, that's powerful."

After saying that, he slowly walked back to his room and closed the door.

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Exhausted, Pu Xia slept soundly, only to wake up at 7:30. She abruptly opened her eyes and sat up. But upon regaining her senses, she realized that no one was attending morning self-study, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no way she could fall asleep again after that, so she changed her clothes and went out to wash up.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.

Pu Xia originally thought it was her aunt returning, but instead she saw Xie Sheng busy in the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt, his hair was messy and fluffy, and he looked relaxed and refreshed.

Seeing Pu Xia, who had just woken up and whose cheeks were flushed, he gave her a smile that could be described as very charming. "You're up. Come and have breakfast."

Pu Xia had never seen Xie Sheng with such a kind and non-aggressive expression before, and couldn't help but wonder if he was still half asleep.

But she still walked towards him.

Xie Sheng placed the bowl of noodles in front of her. The steaming noodles were topped with a golden fried egg, sprinkled with bright green scallions, and the tomatoes inside were bright red. It was very appetizing.

For Puxia, who eats instant bread every morning, this is a sumptuous feast.

"......What’s wrong with you?"

Xie Sheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said matter-of-factly, "What's wrong with that? Making breakfast for my woman, isn't that normal?"

Pu Xia's breath hitched, but she didn't respond directly. "I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Use mouthwash first, otherwise the noodles will all clump together by the time you're done cooking."

Pu Xia pursed her lips, sat down as instructed, and took a bite of the steaming hot noodles. The soft texture warmed her stomach as it entered her body.

Before the divorce, there was a housekeeper who made breakfast every day. Every meal was plentiful and different, but Pu Xia felt that none of them tasted as good as that.

She thought of what Xie Sheng had just said, "my woman."

This possessive form inexplicably attracted her.

But it also reminded her.

“I am not your woman…” Pu Xia said.

Upon hearing this, Xie Sheng, who was originally immersed in a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere, suddenly became angry, and his high brows furrowed.

He extinguished his cigarette and leaned down to approach Pu Xia.

"If she's not my woman, then what is she? A sex partner? Don't tell me she'll turn her back on me and pretend we're strangers again, like last time!"

Xie Sheng was furious when he thought about what had happened before, and his speech became faster and faster, "Going to bed with your own brother, you fucking like playing such exciting games!"

Pu Xia originally wanted to ask him about the situation between him and Guan Yan.

Being single is simple; their entanglement is their own business.

But he has a girlfriend now, so she needs him to tell her the truth.

There are only two possible outcomes—

Either he breaks up with Guan Yan;

Either he breaks up with her, and considers all the previous mistakes as errors made under the influence of alcohol.

Before she could say anything more, he launched into a tirade of abuse, which ignited her anger.

"What right do you have to be angry? You slept with me behind your girlfriend's back and still want me to be your woman. You think you can have all the good things by yourself?"

"Girlfriend?" A hint of confusion flashed across Xie Sheng's eyes, but he immediately frowned. "Who told you about this nonsense?"

His attitude completely infuriated Pu Xia, and the noodles that had just warmed her stomach suddenly lost their flavor.

She put down her chopsticks, gave Xie Sheng a cold look, and turned to go back to her room.

Her disappointed and speechless gaze stung Xie Sheng. He would rather she vehemently rebuke him than remain in such disappointed silence.

He scratched his head in frustration.

Why are they acting like this again? He clearly did what he read online—

The next morning, I made her breakfast to rekindle our love.

Good grief, this is actually increasing the temperature; it's like getting a serious internal heat attack!

"That's all bullshit."

Xie Sheng cursed under his breath and threw his breakfast into the trash can.