Chapter 422
The Master’s TemperTranslated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Of course not!” An Chuxia scratches her head . Why is he so angry? He needs to control his temper .
Her heart still beats with an uneasiness as they walk toward a bonfire . She suddenly acknowledges a heavy weight on her shoulder . His hand is draped over it . Unconsciously, she’s become so accustomed to this behavior that she doesn’t shrug him off .
“Han Qilu… . ” She stares at his handsome face . Her face flushes .
She’s done . Really done .
She really likes him . Her heart already belongs to him, but she doesn’t want to admit it . Never .
“Well?” His eyes look back at her after he stares at the dark sky . He knew she was staring, so he asks, “What? Have you just realized that your husband is quite handsome?”
“a.s.shole!” An Chuxia shoves him away before stomping at his foot .
“a.s.shole!” An Chuxia shoves him away before stomping at his foot .
“Oh, that hurts a lot!” Han Qilu bends over and looks at his injured leg, exaggerating the pain .
An Chuxia licks her lips, glaring at him . Her arms, akimbo . “Don’t pretend . You’ve played this game before . By the way you’re acting, you should have a broken foot . Come on, if you’re going to exaggerate, make it a little one, okay?”
He isn’t happy with her grievance . “Can’t you act like you’re worried about me, wife? Give me some face!”
Han Qilu approaches An Chuxia . A strange smile paints his lips, and the moonlight casts a strange glow .
“What?” Han Qilu swallows hard, thinking this girl is so dead . His laugh is dark .
“What?” Han Qilu swallows hard, thinking this girl is so dead . His laugh is dark .
“Nothing!” An Chuxia flashes him with big eyes .
“What the h.e.l.l are you going to… . ” (what?)
Han Qilu hasn’t quite finished his statement when his hands cup her face . Since she’s shorter than him, he has to tilt her head up .
“My young master, are you still hurt? Do you need to take off your pants so I can check your wound?” As she says this, she is repulsed with herself . She continues to talk, “Would you like me to? Huh?”
The expression on his face is akin to seeing a scorpion . He steps back quickly, and almost falls on the ground . If it wasn’t for his quick response, he would’ve crashed .
“Hahahahaha!” An Chuxia laughs until her stomach hurts . She sighs with relief . “Didn’t you say you want me to worry about you? How about now? Are you scared? Hahahaha . Do you still want me to worry about you?”
The expression on his face is akin to seeing a scorpion . He steps back quickly, and almost falls on the ground . If it wasn’t for his quick response, he would’ve crashed .
“Hahahahaha!” An Chuxia laughs until her stomach hurts . She sighs with relief . “Didn’t you say you want me to worry about you? How about now? Are you scared? Hahahaha . Do you still want me to worry about you?”
He knew she had him, and his face is cold . He remains mum .
Suddenly, the air cools . She knows that if he remains angry, it would be difficult to get back to where they currently are . She sits up and laughs . “I’m sorry . Are you angry?”
He looks back at her like she owed him something .
“Han Qilu ge, can you forgive me?” An Chuxia believes she’s being patient . She swears internally that if he continues the silent treatment, she’ll leave . If he doesn’t appreciate her, she won’t apologize .
The Master’s Temper Translated by newbienoona.
Edited and proofread by anks.
“Of course not!” An Chuxia scratches her head . Why is he so angry? He needs to control his temper
Her heart still beats with an uneasiness as they walk toward a bonfire . She suddenly acknowledges a heavy weight on her shoulder . His hand is draped over it . Unconsciously, she’s become so accustomed to this behavior that she doesn’t shrug him off
“Han Qilu… . ” She stares at his handsome face . Her face flushes
She’s done . Really done
She really likes him . Her heart already belongs to him, but she doesn’t want to admit it . Never
“Well?” His eyes look back at her after he stares at the dark sky . He knew she was staring, so he asks, “What? Have you just realized that your husband is quite handsome?”.
“a.s.shole!” An Chuxia shoves him away before stomping at his foot
“Oh, that hurts a lot!” Han Qilu bends over and looks at his injured leg, exaggerating the pain
An Chuxia licks her lips, glaring at him . Her arms, akimbo . “Don’t pretend . You’ve played this game before . By the way you’re acting, you should have a broken foot . Come on, if you’re going to exaggerate, make it a little one, okay?”.
He isn’t happy with her grievance . “Can’t you act like you’re worried about me, wife? Give me some face!”.
Han Qilu approaches An Chuxia . A strange smile paints his lips, and the moonlight casts a strange glow
“What?” Han Qilu swallows hard, thinking this girl is so dead . His laugh is dark
“Nothing!” An Chuxia flashes him with big eyes
“What the h.e.l.l are you going to… . ” (what?).
Han Qilu hasn’t quite finished his statement when his hands cup her face . Since she’s shorter than him, he has to tilt her head up
“My young master, are you still hurt? Do you need to take off your pants so I can check your wound?” As she says this, she is repulsed with herself . She continues to talk, “Would you like me to? Huh?”.
The expression on his face is akin to seeing a scorpion . He steps back quickly, and almost falls on the ground . If it wasn’t for his quick response, he would’ve crashed
“Hahahahaha!” An Chuxia laughs until her stomach hurts . She sighs with relief . “Didn’t you say you want me to worry about you? How about now? Are you scared? Hahahaha . Do you still want me to worry about you?”.
He knew she had him, and his face is cold . He remains mum
Suddenly, the air cools . She knows that if he remains angry, it would be difficult to get back to where they currently are . She sits up and laughs . “I’m sorry . Are you angry?”.
He looks back at her like she owed him something
“Han Qilu ge, can you forgive me?” An Chuxia believes she’s being patient . She swears internally that if he continues the silent treatment, she’ll leave . If he doesn’t appreciate her, she won’t apologize