Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The door opened at this moment. Xiao Hong saw the man enter, and she hurriedly went back to work, using that as an excuse. She stuck her tongue out. She had no intention to play gooseberry. The room was already brightly lit. There was no need for more.

Chu Lui lowered his head as looked directly at the newspaper in Xia Ruoxin’s hands. Then, he sat beside her and carried her onto his lap. “Miss me?” With his lips pressed against her ear, his breaths felt warm. He was surprised to see her blush. They had done things together, and yet she was still shy with him. Was she being too pure and innocent?

Xia Ruoxin’s fingers held gently onto his shirt at chest level, not daring to look directly at his masculine face. She felt her heartbeat grow faster. There was no way for her to escape the trap of love, and she had no intention of escaping.

“Do you miss me?” Chu Lui did not hear her response. He nipped on her earlobe, knowing that this was her most sensitive spot. As expected, her face blushed as if she had applied a layer of rouge. It was extremely gorgeous.

“Yes.” Xia Ruoxin nodded lightly as she answered honestly. She looked up at him with love and longing in her eyes. Of course, she had missed him. She had hoped to be with him every minute, never to be apart from him.

“Ha…” A low and deep laugh rang. It shocked her sensitive eardrums.

“I’m sorry. I will compensate you well for all that I’ve done to you in the past.” He lifted her slender chin and looked at her soft features with his dark eyes. He was not one to apologize. This was his first time apologizing to a woman and saying he was sorry.

Xia Ruoxin shook her head faintly. “It’s okay. I don’t want your compensation. I did everything willingly.” She pulled on his hand and put it against her face. “I don’t care about what you’ve done to me in the past. I know you have your reasons.” She rubbed his palm gently. His hand was huge, and there were calluses among his fingers. It did not feel like this hand belonged to a man who had grown up with a privileged background.

“You are really foolish,” he replied, unsure of whether it was a sigh. Something then flashed past Chu Lui’s eyes as his hand caressed her very soft face.

“Yes, I am foolish.” Xia Ruoxin laughed as a look of warmth showed from between her long eyelashes. She was not one to hold grudges. If she did, then she had to haggle over too many things. From childhood to adulthood, all the hatred and injustice was enough to bury her. Even her best friend, Jiang Yao, had said that she was a fool. A real fool.

She had not owed anyone, but she had given so much.

Shen Yijun, Xia Yixuan, and even Chu Lui.

“The more foolish you are, the better. I like the way you are.” Chu Lui lowered his head and rested his jaw at the top of her head. The warm light fell on both of them. It had been too long since he had rested like this.

The more foolish, the better. Yes. The more foolish, the better.

‘Like.’ Xia Ruoxin’s heart skipped a beat. It was not love, but like was close enough. She had finally got there, didn’t she?

She had been waiting for her ‘little brother’ for so many years and loved him for so long.

“Ah Lui, when was the first time you met Yixuan?” She looked up abruptly, looking slightly anxious and worried.

Chu Lui’s eyes narrowed for a bit. “Why are you asking this?” He had a faintly cold smile. He did not want her to mention Xia Yixuan at this point of time, and he did not want to know anything about Xia Yixuan. Xia Yixuan remained a barrier between them that they could not cross.