Realizing Chuxia’s response, Shi Che shuddered involuntarily, followed by a slight dizziness in his entire brain. Chuxia had responded to his kisses before, but this time, he could feel her seriousness and involvement.
He unconsciously opened his eyes slightly and looked at Chuxia’s face, so close to his. Her cheeks were flushed, her long, curly eyelashes trembling gently, occasionally brushing against his face, bringing a slight itch.
That itchiness spread all the way to the bottom of his heart.
Shi Che’s arms tightened involuntarily, so tight it seemed as if he wanted to embed Chuxia into his body, yet his kisses became gentler, as if Chuxia were a fragile doll, handled with utmost care and treasured dearly.
The car drove slowly, the outside bustling as usual, the moonlight gentle, and the intimacy inside the car soft and lingering, faintly brimming with a sense of happiness.
Having made up her mind, Chuxia would not hesitate anymore; she decided to confess everything to her sister. She knew this was selfish and that she was wronging her elder sister, but for the sake of the child, for her own sake, she still wanted to be selfish, to live for herself this time.
If, in the end, Shi Che really didn’t like her at all, she would abort the child and completely exit their lives, blessing them from afar.
The next day, she called Yun Shu to have lunch, and Yun Shu readily agreed. However, not wanting too many people to know she was back, she preferred not to eat out, and finally suggested, "Xiaxia, why don’t you come to the hotel? We’ll eat at the hotel."
Chuxia paused briefly, bit her lips, then responded with a hum.
That worked; after all, what she had to say to Yun Shu was not suitable for public places.
Around eleven, Chuxia arrived at the hotel. She knocked on the door, and Yun Shu opened it quickly. Seeing Chuxia, her eyes curled into a smile, "Xiaxia, you’ve come."
Chuxia’s gaze fell on Yun Shu’s face, which looked much healthier than when she had just returned; her complexion seemed quite good, suggesting she had adjusted well over the past few days. Chuxia felt a small relief and returned the smile, "Sister, you look a lot better."
Yun Shu nodded, "Yes, I’ve been feeling much better these past couple of days. Come in, don’t just stand at the door chatting."
Yun Shu linked arms with Chuxia and walked inside, talking as they walked, "I don’t know if your tastes have changed over the years, but I’ve prepared some dishes you used to love; see if they suit your taste."
As they reached the dining table, Chuxia immediately saw the full spread of dishes, all of which were her past favorites. She stared at the table, her throat suddenly dry, "Sister...did you make all this?"
Before, like her, she never used to cook, but now she could easily whip up a whole table of dishes?
Yun Shu smiled nonchalantly, brushing it off lightly, "Yes, I’ve been overseas for three years. I couldn’t get accustomed to the foreign food, so I had to cook for myself. I couldn’t just wait to starve, right?"
Listening to her casual tone, a weight seemed to press on Chuxia’s chest, making it hard to breathe. The guilt she had deliberately suppressed surged up uncontrollably.
Chuxia stood there, her hands involuntarily clenched tightly, mouth opening as if to say something, but she found herself unable to utter a word.