Chapter 20 Reconciliation

Pu Xia woke up before six in the morning. The light was a pale blue-green, enveloping Xie Sheng’s sleeping face and adding a touch of tranquility to his usually aggressive features.

Her gaze swept over his high brow bone, deep-set eyes, narrow and straight nose, and thin and well-defined lips.

When she's awake, she's so domineering, but when she's asleep, she has a childlike innocence and vulnerability.

This person is her brother.

But it's not just the older brother.

Now that things have come to this, Pu Xia can no longer deceive himself.

All hesitation and indecisiveness crumble under Xie Sheng's strong and resolute offensive.

Perhaps the seeds of their entanglement were sown on that stormy night.

If this is an irreversible outcome, she doesn't want to put up any more futile resistance.

After figuring this out, the long-suppressed emotions quickly spread from Pu Xia's heart, filling every corner of her body.

The cold, empty body finally felt warm.

She snuggled closer to Xie Sheng, finding a comfortable spot in the crook of his neck. Just then, a warm hand supported the back of her neck and pressed her forward.

Her face pressed against his neck.

"morning."

She felt the movement of his Adam's apple on the tip of her nose, and his lazy, hoarse voice rang in her ears.

Pu Xia's heart pounded.

Perhaps it was because of her different state of mind, but she felt a shyness she had never experienced before, especially since their naked bodies were pressed tightly together.

She responded softly with an "Mmm".

But Xie Sheng didn't seem to have any concept of embarrassment. He wasn't even fully awake, and his voice was a little slurred, but he still bit her ear, "Are you up so early because you've regained your strength? Let's do it again."

As he spoke, his hand reached between her legs.

Pu Xia blushed and retorted angrily, "Why are you in heat so early in the morning!"

He took her hand and placed it on his already erect member, replying quite confidently, "I'm not a monk. How could I not react when the woman I like is lying naked next to me... Baby, touch it, I'm so hard."

Puxia was completely helpless against his shameless attitude...

Besides, she wanted him too.

So Pu Xia buried her face in his chest and began to move her hands up and down.

Xie Sheng didn't expect Pu Xia to be so easy to talk to, and she actually helped him masturbate.

He swallowed hard, looking at the girl's flushed cheeks, slender neck, and fair chest covered in hickeys.

All of this exacerbated the overwhelming thirst.

He licked his lips, then slipped his hand between the two soft fleshy lips and began to stir.

He managed to hear the girl's panting, but the next second he heard her sweet voice say, "Are you comfortable? Do you want it to go faster, brother?"

His heart pounded wildly as he stared intently at Pu Xia's alluring smile. He felt she was like a seductive, decadent enchantress, possessing the ability to easily arouse his lust.

If she were to tell him to die with a smile at that moment, he would not hesitate, provided that she let him have his fill of sex.

Looking into Xie Sheng's infatuated gaze, Pu Xia felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She kissed his lips, feeling his long, slender fingers probing and stirring inside her, constantly stimulating that maddening spot.

She was soaking wet in no time, panting heavily, and said to him in broken sentences, "Ah... I'm wet enough... Brother, put it in... Mmm!"

However, before she could finish speaking, Xie Sheng pressed down on her waist and thrust himself into her from the side.

...

After all that fuss, by the time I came to my senses and checked the time, the first class was already halfway through.

Pu Xia, her hair still damp, was thinking about how to ask Lao Yan for leave later.

At this moment, Xie Sheng walked over shirtless, took the hair dryer from behind, and bent down to dry her hair.

Two people in front of the mirror—

The girl stood in front, her face flushed, her eyes brimming with alluring charm;

The man behind her had a languid expression and exuded the satisfied aura of a lion after a successful hunt.

The deep affection between the two is just like the unbreakable bond of blood ties.

After the hair dryer finished, Xie Sheng put it aside, leaned over and hugged Pu Xia, holding her in his arms and whispering, "Let's not go to school today."

"no."

Yesterday, Xie Sheng walked towards her despite everyone's stares, which led to so many different versions of the story. If neither of them goes to school today, I wonder if the school will be in an uproar.

Seeing Xie Sheng's expression darken, Pu Xia quickly turned and hugged him, looking up at him earnestly, "Brother, we can't attract attention, it's too dangerous. If we're discovered..."

Xie Sheng really wanted to say, so what if they found out? What they did was none of anyone else's business.

But he found that the words were on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn't say them.

Because he could foresee how others would look at them with contempt and how they would hurl filthy insults if they knew about their situation.

Perverted, sick, beastly...

He was all too familiar with those words.

Others will never consider whether this is love from their perspective; they will only make unwarranted comments about things they cannot understand, as if it were none of their business.

He had seen and heard too much, and had long since developed a heart that was impervious to all poisons.

But what about his Puxia? His clean-cut, beautiful, proud, and arrogant younger sister.

He was the one who dragged her into the muddy waters of incest, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer such criticism anymore.

She should always be proud, for only his hands can crush her.

Xie Sheng hummed in agreement, kissed the girl's forehead, and whispered, "I'll do whatever you say. I'll go to school first. You get some rest and we'll go in the afternoon."

Xie Sheng's reaction was somewhat unexpected to her.

Pu Xia blinked at him, gave him a sweet smile, and pressed her face against his chest.

They embraced each other, neither of them speaking, quietly enjoying a tender and fulfilling moment that was rare in their lives.

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Pu Xia's mother, Yang Ning, is a true career woman who applies the same decisive and efficient approach to life as she does to work.

The phrase Pu Xia heard most often from childhood to adulthood was—

"I don't care how much effort you put in, I only care about the final result."

"What's the use of crying? Can crying win back a lost game?"

"The most important thing is the process. That's just a loser's way of comforting themselves. Remember, only the result matters."

...

In this environment, Pu Xia gradually found a certain boundary and became dependent on this limited "freedom"—

As long as her exam results are good, no one will care if she does whatever she wants in her daily life.

As long as she can win those matches that make Yang Ning proud, then her usual arrogance and rudeness will have a reasonable explanation.

As long as she can come up with enough reasons to excuse herself, it doesn't matter how much she misbehaves.

So she acted recklessly, exiling herself into a situation that was neither that of a good student nor entirely that of a bad child.

But this time...

It seems she really crossed the line.

She was deeply attracted to her half-brother, breaking her principles of conduct that she had upheld for seventeen years and acting recklessly for the first time... but in doing so, she found a sense of belonging.

Pu Xia looked at the suitcase placed beside the bed.

She had never put it away since the first day she arrived; she had done so to remind herself that she would leave someday.

But now it seems rather jarring.

Just then, her phone rang, pulling her out of her complicated emotions.

She picked up her phone and saw a friend request; the name was very straightforward—

XS.

Pu Xia gently curved her lips, as if spring had just broken through the branches at the end of a cold winter.

She got through to his friend.

But the next second, her face flushed again, because his profile picture was a tattoo of a blooming rose.

...

She looked away, but couldn't help looking again; her fair ear tips were burning red.

When exactly was this person photographed?

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