Chapter 67 Household Registration Booklet
"Brother, hug me."
Pu Xia was wearing a bathrobe, and the sunlight from the window shone on her skin, like scattered diamonds. In Xie Sheng's eyes, this was the epitome of beauty.
His gaze remained fixed on her, then he took a step closer to her.
When he got close, he reached out and hooked her legs up, supporting her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Pu Xia suddenly felt weightless and instinctively wrapped her legs around Xie Sheng's waist. She looked down at him, her hair falling over his handsome face.
Their eyes met, gleaming with intense light.
"So clingy." Xie Sheng nuzzled his face against Pu Xia, wanting to kiss her.
True love does not fade with time; on the contrary, it grows stronger because it is difficult to stay together.
Pu Xia laughed as she dodged the ticklish sensation from his lips and nose, "You're the clingy one, haha... Stop rubbing against me, it tickles."
Finally, Pu Xia couldn't help but beg for mercy, "Brother, brother, stop it, it's so itchy... No, I have something important to do."
Xie Sheng then stopped, and Pu Xia pushed his head and pointed to the living room, "Go to my suitcase."
Pu Xia wasn't small for a girl, but when Xie Shengtuo held her in his arms, she looked like a child.
What are you looking for?
Pu Xia patted his arm, clearly wanting him to do it himself, "Turn around."
Xie Sheng couldn't help but laugh, and put her on the sofa. "Pretty mysterious, huh?"
"Turn around."
Pu Xia knelt on the sofa with her legs apart, her voice soft and her body limp. Xie Sheng couldn't resist her coquettishness. His gaze intensified, and he suppressed the urge to pounce on her, turning away.
The sounds of unlocking, zipping, and rummaging.
Then Xie Sheng felt a light tap on his lower back. He turned around and saw that Pu Xia was holding a file folder, which she then handed to him.
Xie Sheng looked somewhat puzzled. As he took the rope and untied it, he heard her say something.
"I thought a lot before coming here. I wasn't sure if I would see you. If it were you, would you hate me? If not, would you still love me? If neither of those things..."
Pu Xia paused for a moment, then continued.
"If you neither love nor hate me anymore, can we be normal siblings... Even though there are many uncertainties, I still can't give up."
I thought, even if there's only the slightest possibility that you still love me, I want to give these things to you immediately, so before I left, I couldn't resist bringing them with me.
Xie Sheng then took out what was in the file folder—a dark red booklet with the words "Household Registration Booklet" written on it, along with her ID card.
He stood firmly, but his body still trembled slightly. When he looked at Pu Xia again, his nose felt a little sore and his eyes reddened.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
All the anxiety, suspicion, and fear of loss evaporated in that instant, carried away by the golden sunlight streaming through the window.
Everything around him became distant, the whole world shrank until only the heavy documents in his hand and Pu Xia, who filled his entire heart, remained.
Xie Sheng looked at Pu Xia, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were sparkling, and heard her softly say, "Brother, may I give you my household registration page?"
If all the suffering she had endured in the past was for this moment, then hardship becomes a metaphor for happiness. Xie Sheng approached her, placed his hand on her waist, lifted her up, and kissed her soft, delicate lips tenderly and lovingly.
"I couldn't have gotten it."
...
Xiaolu saw Puxia again on the third day after arriving. She ran towards Puxia, who had just come out of the elevator, and exclaimed, "Sister Xia! I'm so glad to see you! Are you feeling better?"
Looking at Xiaolu's worried eyes, Pu Xia felt a little guilty. "Yes, I'm much better."
"Your voice is so hoarse! Oh dear, how did you suddenly catch such a bad cold!"
Yes, your voice is indeed a bit hoarse...
Pu Xia awkwardly looked away.
Xiaolu looked at her and thought that Pu Xia should have recovered well—her fair cheeks were rosy, and even the coldness and aloofness in her eyes and brows had dissipated a lot.
Moreover, she didn't know if it was just her imagination, but her Xia Jie looked quite beautiful, like a branch that had endured the frost and buds that had finally been touched by the spring, with tender leaves and flowers blooming all at once.
"Are you feeling better? You're still wearing a shirt, are you cold? Should we go to the hospital again? I really don't want to develop any chronic illnesses, otherwise the guys at school will probably tear me to pieces for their goddess."
Hmm, a shirt...
Pu Xia remained silent. She couldn't explain to Xiao Lu that she wasn't wearing a shirt because she was cold, but because the marks Xie Sheng had left on her were something she couldn't show to anyone right now.
Kiss marks and fingerprints are scattered in places that should and shouldn't be there...
"Does the goddess refer to Miss Pu Xia?"
A deep and magnetic male voice suddenly rang out from behind Xiaolu, making her, who was sensitive to voices, jump.
Just by listening to his voice, I could tell he was a very handsome guy.
Xiaolu quickly turned around and saw Xie Sheng with a smile on his face. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap!"
This man is absolutely amazing!
That figure, that face, plus that alluring smile—she exudes a dangerous yet captivating aura that makes your legs go weak just looking at her.
While she was still in a daze, Xie Sheng had already walked up to them, and Li Ke, who was behind him, introduced him, "This is our boss, Xie Sheng. He will be going to the house with us today. You can ask him any questions you may have."
Xiaolu recalled her previous memo and realized that Xie Sheng was actually the owner of that house. He looked so young; was he already married? ...
Xiaolu, being straightforward, asked directly if she had any doubts, "Are we designing Mr. Xie's wedding room this time?"
Xie Sheng chuckled softly, his gaze slowly drifting to Pu Xia's calm face, noticing a faint blush rising behind her ears. "Yes, please take care of it. I hope my wife can have a home where she can feel happy."
"Shouldn't we also talk to your wife?"
"No need, I trust Miss Puxia's taste."
He smiled and spoke normally, but Xiaolu felt as if there was a hook on him, invisibly entangled around her aloof and proper sister Xia.
So, is this the chemistry between beautiful women?
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It's nearing its end; it'll be finished next week. There will be some smutty side stories later on.
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