Chapter 1854: Guts Growing Fatter and Fatter

Chapter 1854: Guts Growing Fatter and Fatter

She carried the flowers, intending to bring them home first to slowly split them up.

She did not intend to give some to the colleagues in her office, as the bouquet was given by Han Zhuoling.

Not a single stalk could be handed out.

She went to eat together with Han Zhuoling. Han Zhuoling sent her home, and naturally, they went up together.

Also, Han Zhuoling even had his luggage there.

Shi Xiaoya thought of that and asked him in the elevator, “Did you purposely leave your ties behind at my house before?”

“…” Han Zhuoling was speechless for a moment before he said, “How is that possible? If it wasn’t because you told me previously, I wouldn’t have noticed that I’d left a tie at your place.”

His expression did not reveal anything unusual and he said, “Why would you think so?”

Shi Xiaoya looked at him, showing that she did not believe him.

She could be said to have come to an understanding now.

He first left his tie here, slowly.

Then after that, he went out of his way to buy a pair of slippers to leave it here. He’d even bought two pairs, one being the spring/summer edition and the other the autumn/winter edition, to prepare for all four seasons of the year.

Unknowingly, there were more and more of his things here.

And this was before they started dating.

At that time, Han Zhuoling was slowly trying to think of a way to enter her living spaces, so he quietly left a piece of him there.

Now that they were dating, he directly left his whole luggage at her place.

If she did not come to an understanding now, she would be really stupid.

“Oh, is that so?” Shi Xiaoya gave a meaningful smile.

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Han Zhuoling: “…”

He had a feeling that this little girl’s guts were growing fatter and fatter now, and she was no longer the innocent little rabbit that she was.

But, even when she was like this, he still liked her to no end, as if he was poisoned.

Han Zhuoling chuckled, without feeling guilty at all. It did not matter even if she exposed him.

After entering her house, Han Zhuoling saw that his luggage was still standing there.

“I didn’t have time to unpack the things inside. I only realized that you left your luggage here this morning when I was about to leave the house,” Shi Xiaoya explained.

“There’s no need to unpack it. I just left it here accidentally,” Han Zhuoling said.

“Oh.” Shi Xiaoya was expressionless, but she already knew everything in her heart and just kept chuckling. “Then this is perfect. You can take it back with you tonight.”

“…” Han Zhuoling paused for a moment before saying, “Anyway, it’s already here. I’ll just take the empty luggage home. The clothes I will ask someone to come over and take to the laundromat, then have them delivered back when it’s done.”

Shi Xiaoya did not say anything and just stared at him while smiling, as if her eyes said, “What did I say? I was spot on, right?”

Han Zhuoling finally felt a little uncomfortable and his ears turned red. He reached out to touch the tips of his ears that were burning and said, “I’ll just leave my things here with you, lest I have to move them over one by one another time.”

Shi Xiaoya rounded her eyes wide. The two of them had yet to cohabit with each other and he was already thinking of moving his things in to put here first, and he was moving more and more things over!

However, thinking of how many of his private belongings would be put together with hers made her feel really sweet.

Shi Xiaoya did not object. She just scrunched her nose slightly and deliberately teased him, “You still say you didn’t put it here on purpose.”

Han Zhuoling had been exposed and decided not to pretend anymore. He fixed his gaze deeply on Shi Xiaoya’s face.

“I just want to slowly move into your life, so that I will exist in your world.” Han Zhuoling had a deep, loving smile in his eyes. He reached out with his hand and held hers.

He pinched the tips of her fingers gently with his own.

Her fingertips were so thin, compared to his, which seemed thicker and coarse.

That soft feeling, as if there were no bones in her fingertips, made him pinch them lovingly and incessantly, and he felt unwilling to stop.