Master Devil Don't Kiss Me

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

As he witnesses An Chuxia’s serious, but chaotic expression, he grabs her shoulders and kisses her . Half a minute later, he tightens his grip around her waist and lays her horizontally .

“Let go of me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! What are you doing?” Her voice falls . She is suddenly thrown on the sofa . He overshadows her before laying pressure on her body . Both of her arms fall to her side . Panic-stricken, she stares at him fiercely . Her heart beats quickly . Her cheeks iturn red against her volition .

She curses her useless heart .  This isn’t the time to blush! Knitting her eyebrows, she calmly stares at Han Qilu and loudly says, “Do you really plan to strong jian me? I don’t think you would!”

Like a ghost, she feels a light breeze . She feels Han Qilu against her bosom, giving her gooseb.u.mps . Ah, she forgot Han Qilu is a person who is more open to persuasion than perversion! Before his complexion becomes cloudier, An Chuxia changes her disposition . Her hands that were once pinned between their chests snake around Han Qilu’s neck . She smiles . “Qilu gege, I know you won’t strong jian me . You wouldn’t want us to be with child, yes?”

Sure enough, cajoling him immediately makes him more gentle, but seriously fearful . He raises his eyebrow without speaking . His lips thin out as he stares at her . Strangely, she was scalding him with her fiery vision, but he returns her gaze with tenderness . He raises his chin, and suddenly, he laughs like a demon .

“Oh, great young master Qilu, ah, why aren’t you responding to my commentary? You know, I have this ability of not being able to censor myself! Sometimes, I think I’m possessed, but you’re not saying anything about it? But that’s not important . I know your patience and forgiveness, when it comes to me, is endless . Will you forgive me?” After saying this, her throat feels nauseated .

Heavens, she believes she’ll be forgiven for babbling and being ignorant . Ah, she’s doing everything to survive . Life is precious indeed… .

Han Qilu doesn’t speak . But once again, his eyebrows lift as he looks at her deeply .  In the end, what kind of person is she? She isn’t afraid to die running ten laps around the playground . She can stubbornly stare down the rain as she looks for the road back home . She can smile while facing the bad landlord aunt . And because he kissed her, she doesn’t hesitate to slap him in the face . All this shows is she is strong and isn’t afraid of death .

However, if she isn’t afraid of death, why can a strong person like her turn dog-leg and immediately turn hostile? She also cries when she’s drunk, asking for money . He really doesn’t understand the changes in her .

“Young master Qilu, why aren’t you speaking? You’re starting to worry me . ” She wants to cry but she has no tears left to shed . Is it useless to plead to his softer side? Again, he can be persuaded, not coerced . If she fails, then she should be ashamed .

His Adam’s apple bobbles . His gaze on her hasn’t wavered . He asks her as if he’s pleading for her to solve the riddle . “Chuxia, who are you? Why can’t I completely understand you?”

An Chuxia gawks . Immediately, the corners of her mouth lifts . “Is there a song if it isn’t sung? ‘The more people care about it, the more people can’t see through it . ’ Does this mean you care much about me? Ha ha ha . ”

Han Qilu doesn’t respond to her joke . Instead, he looks at the vague look in her eyes . She looks everywhere else but him . An Chuxia says awkwardly, “Don’t be upset . It’s a bad joke . It’s not funny but it’s a cold, hard, fact, right?”

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona.

As he witnesses An Chuxia’s serious, but chaotic expression, he grabs her shoulders and kisses her . Half a minute later, he tightens his grip around her waist and lays her horizontally

“Let go of me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! What are you doing?” Her voice falls . She is suddenly thrown on the sofa . He overshadows her before laying pressure on her body . Both of her arms fall to her side . Panic-stricken, she stares at him fiercely . Her heart beats quickly . Her cheeks iturn red against her volition

She curses her useless heart .  This isn’t the time to blush! Knitting her eyebrows, she calmly stares at Han Qilu and loudly says, “Do you really plan to strong jian me? I don’t think you would!”.

Like a ghost, she feels a light breeze . She feels Han Qilu against her bosom, giving her gooseb.u.mps . Ah, she forgot Han Qilu is a person who is more open to persuasion than perversion! Before his complexion becomes cloudier, An Chuxia changes her disposition . Her hands that were once pinned between their chests snake around Han Qilu’s neck . She smiles . “Qilu gege, I know you won’t strong jian me . You wouldn’t want us to be with child, yes?”.

Sure enough, cajoling him immediately makes him more gentle, but seriously fearful . He raises his eyebrow without speaking . His lips thin out as he stares at her . Strangely, she was scalding him with her fiery vision, but he returns her gaze with tenderness . He raises his chin, and suddenly, he laughs like a demon

“Oh, great young master Qilu, ah, why aren’t you responding to my commentary? You know, I have this ability of not being able to censor myself! Sometimes, I think I’m possessed, but you’re not saying anything about it? But that’s not important . I know your patience and forgiveness, when it comes to me, is endless . Will you forgive me?” After saying this, her throat feels nauseated

Heavens, she believes she’ll be forgiven for babbling and being ignorant . Ah, she’s doing everything to survive . Life is precious indeed…

Han Qilu doesn’t speak . But once again, his eyebrows lift as he looks at her deeply .  In the end, what kind of person is she? She isn’t afraid to die running ten laps around the playground . She can stubbornly stare down the rain as she looks for the road back home . She can smile while facing the bad landlord aunt . And because he kissed her, she doesn’t hesitate to slap him in the face . All this shows is she is strong and isn’t afraid of death

However, if she isn’t afraid of death, why can a strong person like her turn dog-leg and immediately turn hostile? She also cries when she’s drunk, asking for money . He really doesn’t understand the changes in her

“Young master Qilu, why aren’t you speaking? You’re starting to worry me . ” She wants to cry but she has no tears left to shed . Is it useless to plead to his softer side? Again, he can be persuaded, not coerced . If she fails, then she should be ashamed

His Adam’s apple bobbles . His gaze on her hasn’t wavered . He asks her as if he’s pleading for her to solve the riddle . “Chuxia, who are you? Why can’t I completely understand you?”.

An Chuxia gawks . Immediately, the corners of her mouth lifts . “Is there a song if it isn’t sung? ‘The more people care about it, the more people can’t see through it . ’ Does this mean you care much about me? Ha ha ha . ”.

Han Qilu doesn’t respond to her joke . Instead, he looks at the vague look in her eyes . She looks everywhere else but him . An Chuxia says awkwardly, “Don’t be upset . It’s a bad joke . It’s not funny but it’s a cold, hard, fact, right?”.