Master Devil Don't Kiss Me

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

“Ah!!!” A blood-curling scream makes Jiang Yuan hold on tightly to her tableware .

She is about to rush up the stairs when Han Liuhai stops her . “What are you doing? They may be doing… that . ”

She tries to listen but she thinks it’s highly improbable despite wanting to believe otherwise . Liuhai’s face is overflowing with pride as he raises his hand to cover his mouth . Grinning, he says, “Yeah, right . I’m just old and confused!”

Jiang Yuan obediently sits back down . “Our son is really powerful to make An Chuxia scream that loud . ”

“Wife… . ” Han Liuhai helplessly stares at his wife . She and the surrounding servants are clutching their their mouths, laughing .

“What did you say?” Han Qilu asks offhandedly despite her thinking he’s got a look that could kill . A dead girl can’t open her eyes and not scream at first glance . After all, he’s not a ghost!

“Hey, hey!” He grins .

She replies, “I just didn’t think of your handsome face appearing when I opened my eyes . I was startled . ”

“Don’t be . ” Her words sound sweet to his ears, but it makes him feel peculiar . It seems like she’s changed . She used to be cold to the point she couldn’t wait for him to leave her sight . Now, she’s the epitome of a good wife . To him, that’s not a good sign .

I didn’t see it .  “Well, how is your neck?” His eyebrows pinch . He tries to subdue his anger within . Picking up a mirror, he shows her her neck . “I don’t think you did this to yourself . ”

Why is she so miserable? There are a few strawberry tattoos running down her neck . Would he believe it if she said she tried to put the marks on her own neck?

“This… that… this is just a small accident . ” If the truth comes out, Kang Wen will be injured . That kid will die without a burial . Han Qilu won’t lose face by having someone else kiss his fiancée despite not liking her . Why? Because he hasn’t even had her! Really!

“Oh, this young master really wants to know how this accident happened . ” Han Qilu stares her in the face while his whole body radiates hostility . She looks straight at him, clutching the cotton quilt against her .

Her lips twitch . Having always been righteous, it’s killling her not to say anything as she lays in his bed .

She takes a deep breath . “Would you believe whatever I say?”

He’s stunned momentarily before calmly nodding . “As long as you convey your thoughts, I’ll believe you . ” This is rather clever if she says it’s not from a good friend .

Who cares if it is or isn’t from a good friend . This is not the the Anti-j.a.panese war movement . No devil comes to good people, really!

“Would you believe me if I said I did it on my own?” she asks . Even the ghosts in her head don’t believe the demon . Who would buy her excuse?

He stares at her deeply and says, “I would . ”

“I’m f**king with you, ah! I’m lying to you!” She says, giving into her conscience as she shouts and grabs Han Qilu by the shoulder . “Are you that much of an idiot? Clearly, I lied . Shouldn’t your response to me be a slap on the face?”

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona.

“Ah!!!” A blood-curling scream makes Jiang Yuan hold on tightly to her tableware

She is about to rush up the stairs when Han Liuhai stops her . “What are you doing? They may be doing… that . ”.

She tries to listen but she thinks it’s highly improbable despite wanting to believe otherwise . Liuhai’s face is overflowing with pride as he raises his hand to cover his mouth . Grinning, he says, “Yeah, right . I’m just old and confused!”.

Jiang Yuan obediently sits back down . “Our son is really powerful to make An Chuxia scream that loud . ”.

“Wife… . ” Han Liuhai helplessly stares at his wife . She and the surrounding servants are clutching their their mouths, laughing

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“What did you say?” Han Qilu asks offhandedly despite her thinking he’s got a look that could kill . A dead girl can’t open her eyes and not scream at first glance . After all, he’s not a ghost!.

“Hey, hey!” He grins

She replies, “I just didn’t think of your handsome face appearing when I opened my eyes . I was startled . ”.

“Don’t be . ” Her words sound sweet to his ears, but it makes him feel peculiar . It seems like she’s changed . She used to be cold to the point she couldn’t wait for him to leave her sight . Now, she’s the epitome of a good wife . To him, that’s not a good sign

I didn’t see it .  “Well, how is your neck?” His eyebrows pinch . He tries to subdue his anger within . Picking up a mirror, he shows her her neck . “I don’t think you did this to yourself . ”.

Why is she so miserable? There are a few strawberry tattoos running down her neck . Would he believe it if she said she tried to put the marks on her own neck?.

“This… that… this is just a small accident . ” If the truth comes out, Kang Wen will be injured . That kid will die without a burial . Han Qilu won’t lose face by having someone else kiss his fiancée despite not liking her . Why? Because he hasn’t even had her! Really!.

“Oh, this young master really wants to know how this accident happened . ” Han Qilu stares her in the face while his whole body radiates hostility . She looks straight at him, clutching the cotton quilt against her

Her lips twitch . Having always been righteous, it’s killling her not to say anything as she lays in his bed

She takes a deep breath . “Would you believe whatever I say?”.

He’s stunned momentarily before calmly nodding . “As long as you convey your thoughts, I’ll believe you . ” This is rather clever if she says it’s not from a good friend

Who cares if it is or isn’t from a good friend . This is not the the Anti-j.a.panese war movement . No devil comes to good people, really!.

“Would you believe me if I said I did it on my own?” she asks . Even the ghosts in her head don’t believe the demon . Who would buy her excuse?.

He stares at her deeply and says, “I would . ”.

“I’m f**king with you, ah! I’m lying to you!” She says, giving into her conscience as she shouts and grabs Han Qilu by the shoulder . “Are you that much of an idiot? Clearly, I lied . Shouldn’t your response to me be a slap on the face?”.