Master Devil Don't Kiss Me

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

The maid notices An Chuxia standing by the chair . She a.s.sumes Chuxia is waiting for her to have her seat pulled . But even after the maid pulls the chair, Chuxia doesn’t move .

The sound of the text from her phone disrupts her thoughts . She wonders if their kiss would’ve gone deeper had she not pushed him away .

She regrets pushing him away, but she knows it’s the right thing to do . Han Qilu was only teasing her . She pushed him away because she’s not that kind of girl . What happened between them is an impulse, but Han Qilu might feel differently .

“Xiaonainai, how much food do you want?” The maid asks her as she gets out of her daze .

“Huh? I’ll have half a bowl of rice . I don’t need much . ”

An Chuxia finally sits on the chair . The maid pushes her chair in, and An Chuxia starts eating . The blush on her face slowly recedes .

Soon enough, she hears Han Qilu come down the steps . He has buried his complex emotions under his cool exterior as he calmly eats his rice . He glances at the dishes on the table . “Mother really thought about you . This morning, she gave specific instructions to the chef to make the dishes lighter . ”

“I’m going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and personally make dishes for dinner to thank Mommy,” An Chuxia says as she looks at him . “Do you want to come with me?”

Going to a crowded place when he hates crowds is a bit contradictory . He almost responds without doubt, “Don’t go . ”

Then he adds, “Just . ”

What does he mean? An Chuxia bows her head and sips her soup . She sighs internally . The old young master used to be so proud and would just casually say, “Go . ”

They both become silent as they finish eating . When she was done eating, she says, “I’ll call you when I’m leaving for the supermarket . ”

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t refuse either . She goes up the stairs, and when she’s out of his eyesight, she takes a deep breath .  d.a.m.n, why is she so nervous talking to him? Maybe she should go see a psychiatrist one of these days!

Every time it rains, he gets mud on himself . Eventually, he starts looking like a stray dog . Now that the rain has stopped, Han Qilu chooses to head outside instead of going up the stairs . The gra.s.s on the lawn is covered with jade beads like droplets from the heavy rain .

As soon as he steps on the gra.s.s, his pants get wet .

He should’ve worn a pair of shorts instead of his sweatpants . But he’s too lazy to go back and change .

But if he doesn’t change his pants, they’ll be soaked . He bends down to roll up his pant legs . Once he’s exposed his legs, he looks like a farmer, or a fisherman coming back from the beach .

When the lawn was built, the gra.s.s was designed so golf can be played on it, but Han Liuhai is so busy with work that there’s little time to play golf . Even if he played golf, it would be for a business meeting . Alas, the lawn is left idle and is now used as a place to walk after meals .

Batian’s dog house is built on the lawn . He can see the dark haired dog chasing a b.u.t.terfly . The only thing preventing the dog from getting to the yellow b.u.t.terfly is the dog chain .

He sighs as he looks at the scene before him . Then, he claps his hands to attract the dog’s attention .

Sure enough, the dog jumps excitedly upon seeing Han Qilu .

“Ah, young master . ” The servant taking care of Batian comes out with dog items .

“Yeah . ” Han Qilu stops and nods in response .

“I was about to give the dog a bath . You know that every time it rains, he likes to run and roll on the gra.s.s . Would you like to bathe Batian?” The servant hands him a bucket with the dog’s supplies .

He originally planned to go to the warehouse to retrieve some tools . But this servant has been nice . It has been a while since he’s spent time with his puppy . His mood usually improves when he spends time with him .

“You can take the day off . I’ll bathe him” Han Qilu points to the bucket in the servant’s hand . “Leave that there . ”

As soon as Han Qilu enters the kennel, Batian rushes over and leaves a trace of dirt on his pants . He knew he wouldn’t be able to escape without needing a change of clothes .

“Okay, I’m sitting here, waiting to bathe you, and you cover me with mud!” Han Qilu pulls a cement block to kneel on . He picks up the hose and starts spraying . A little excited, Batian marches back and forth . After Han Qilu holds him in place, the dog stands very still .

The dog showers every other day, so there isn’t much dirt on his fur . Once the dog is rinsed, Batian’s fur reveals its true colors, and it gives him an incomprehensible feeling .

An Chuxia wanted to go back and finish writing, but she ate too much . Now, she has a stomach ache, and she doesn’t want to sit .

She told the maid she only wanted half a bowl of rice . But she didn’t know her bowl was being refilled when she was staring at Qilu . No wonder he looked at her like he’s saying, “Are you a pig?”

She walks back and forth in the room, but the room feels stuffy . She walks out to the balcony to feel the wind post summer rain .

The balcony faces south . She can see the stoned road leading to the big iron gate . Several bodyguards by the gate are looking at a maid’s mobile device . It seems like they found some fun with an app .

“Ha ha, does that feel good?” It’s so quiet, she can hear Han Qilu’s voice float from the east . Her eyes drift from the south to the east where Batian’s kennel resides .

All she sees is Han Qilu kneeling in front of the dog house, the dog, all white from the foam . He looks like a big, moving s...o...b..ll .

Han Qilu sometimes looks indifferent, but he’s so friendly to animals . There’s a saying that if a person is kind to animals, they can’t be that bad .

“But why do I feel that you’re very bad?” An Chuxia’s hands hold on to the railing as she watches Han Qilu .

He feels a burning gaze on him . Han Qilu subconsciously turns to the second floor, just to see An Chuxia looking at him . His back stiffens, but he usually greets people looking at him . So, he raises his hand and shouts, “Will you come over and help in bathing him?”

“No . ” She’s afraid that he’d hear her . But she waves back and returns to her room .

She likes reading romance novels, and she knows that some things just have to happen gradually . Like Qilu’s heart, it won’t return to her if it’s forced .

She’ll always be with him, even if only to be treated like a meimei .

Her stomach doesn’t feel as stuffed now . She packs up her guilty conscience and sits in front of the computer .

She sits for more than three hours . The temperature lowers after the rain . The sun is no longer as hot as in the noon . A sprinkle of gold reflects on the window as the sun sets the cloud on fire .

Someone peeps through An Chuxia’s open door . Chuxia looks over to the driver who respectfully states, “Miss, you mentioned wanting to go to the supermarket . I’m wondering if you’re ready to leave . ”

“Okay . Thank you . ” An Chuxia nods to the driver before he turns to leave .

Her back is slightly sore . She stretches as she looks at the clock on the lower right corner of her screen . It’s almost four o’clock . As she thinks about going to the supermarket, she decides to change to a simple pair of shorts before exiting the room with her phone .

She goes to Han Qilu’s room before going downstairs . The door to his room is open . She knocks, but there’s no response .

“Han Qilu, are you in?” An Chuxia calls out before giving up .

As soon as she reaches the main floor, she finds Han Qilu sitting on the sofa watching TV . Once he hears a sound, he gets up and looks at An Chuxia . “Ready to leave?”

He has been waiting for a while .

“Ah, yes . ” An Chuxia returns his gaze .

“I thought you were sleeping . The driver told me you were writing . Did he bother you?” He walks toward her .

“I wrote for the most part . “An Chuxia responds before remembering . “Weren’t you supposed to meet Mankuai this afternoon?”