Master Devil Don't Kiss Me

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

Han Qilu scolds himself mentally for calling An Chuxia stupid. However, he continues on, taking a towel to wipe away the blood, and smear the wound with alcohol from a swab.

Seeing him concentrate makes her smile.

Even if she got killed by that ashtray, she wouldn"t have any complaints. As she thinks of this, her lips thin. Wait, didn"t you promise yourself you"re just going to study hard and leave everything alone?

Doesn"t it mean that if Han Qilu doesn"t give up on Mankui, she should let go as well? Why is she thinking about this now?

“Wait, I shouldn"t be using alcohol. I should use iodine. That won"t hurt!" Han Qilu says to himself as he turns and squats down to look for the iodine in the first-aid kit.

Why does he look so handsome looking for the iodine?

An Chuxia wants to give herself a good scolding. Shouldn"t she be guilty for being such an idiot?

“Ah, found it!” He continues to talk to himself as he checks the bottle for an expiration date.

His eyes are hazy, making one accidentally fall deeply down the Alice in Wonderland hole. One can fantasize about him being a hero.

“We can use it. It"s not expired.” Han Qilu opens the bottle and dips a cotton swab.

An Chuxia sits on a round seat next to a white desk. He squats in front of her, both are facing each other. Something is breeding, sprouting, and growing fast.

An Chuxia sits, hands on her knees. She remains motionless. Her forehead is red, and a bit of blood weeps from the middle, making one feel pain.

To ease the awkwardness, she coughs and softly says, “You don"t have to do this. It"s not bleeding anyway. You don"t need to apply iodine.”

“Not bleeding?” She doesn"t know that she"s gotten a good cut from the ashtray. They match each other well now that both of them have hurt their heads. He stops his hand midway through its motion.

Seeing him look so helpless, An Chuxia reaches up to touch the warm, injured part of her forehead.

Hiss! The injury starts throbbing again, forcing her to take a deep breath. She glances at her fingers, seeing a thick, dark red liquid on it.

It"s still bleeding.

“Don"t move.” He lays her open, bloodied hand on her knee while he holds up a cotton swab with iodine. He dares not to move with a tremor.

With Han Qilu"s careful look, it"s incomprehensible to think he has a demonic side. His current look can totally melt her. She can"t wait to get close and kiss him.

She blinks, only to find out that she has gotten teary eyed. Her red eyes show the complexity to her thoughts. She thinks that if he didn"t lose her memory, their lives won"t be this way. Wouldn"t they be warm and full of skinship?

But no.

“Okay.” Han Qilu looks away from her wound, but notices her red eyes.

He couldn"t help but soften his voice. “What"s wrong? Did I press too hard?”

He swears he was really cautious. He"s not been more careful than this in his life. Not even a doctor can be as careful as he was.

“No, it doesn"t hurt anymore.” To cover her thoughts, she says something to keep her thoughts hidden.

In reality, the pain has spread throughout her head.

“You"re such a fool… .” Han Qilu grinds his teeth as he throws away the swab. Then, he fiercely says, “The next time you want to run out like this, don"t think I"d care about you.”

Silently, An Chuxia drops her gaze,her eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.

“Yeah, by the way, we need to apply a band-aid.” he pats his head before squatting and rummaging the kit for a wound bandage.

An Chuxia quickly waves her hand. “That"s unnecessary. It"s too conspicuous. Especially in public.”

In fact, this brown band-aid is too ugly. The kind of bandage used on heroines in Korean dramas are small and transparent. This long piece of bandage resting on her head was enough.

Of course, Han Qilu, the wooden headed boy, is unaware of what she"s thinking. She needs to put a band-aid where she"s hurt, even in her head.

“What about the public? Everyone knows you"re injured here at home, no one would question it.” Han Qilu tears the bandage as he explains.

This is who he is. Even in his most serious moments, he is handsome. He does nothing but purses his lips. He"s the kind of person people flock to regardless of calamity. This innate quality is similar to Han Liuhai"s, but he"s more arresting than his dad.

An Chuxia can"t help but purse her lips too, exposing a dimple on her cheek. She doesn"t want to say anything. Qilu is already short tempered, and she doesn"t want to use this moment to start an argument.

“Come, bow your head.” Han Qilu stretches his hand to her head, sticking the band-aid on her head, emphasizing the color that"s inconsistent with her fair skin.

Regardless, Han Qilu is satisfied with his “masterpiece”. After a few moments, he says, “Okay.”

So soon? An Chuxia secretly grinds her teeth, attempting to keep a straight face. She gets off her seat, feeling like Cinderella: regardless of how sweet things are, eventually, the party must end.

More so, she"s Cinderella without the gla.s.s slipper.

“Thank you.” She spits out the words, albeit a bit jerky.

It used to be that these words would be left unspoken between them. But after she says those two words, his face freezes with a proud expression.

The morning light falls softly over her head, making her head look like a golden ball. The glowing strands on her head make her look so cute, making him want to hug her immediately and hold on to her tightly.

“An Chuxia… .” His fingers are about to stroke her face, but at the last minute, he decides to pat her head as if she were a pet.

“Next time, don"t be a fool. As a girl, if you get a scar on your face… .” He squats and looks at her stoically, and for a moment, he almost loses his composure. “Don"t do it again.”

An Chuxia stares with evident sorrow in her eyes.

“Qilu… .” The mood deflates like a balloon. It"s too saturated, and the moment explodes with feelings. All emotions burst immediately.

She cries out, “Qilu.” She steps forward and grasps his arm tightly. A thin layer of cloth separates them, but her fingers seem to sink into his flesh.

“Have you really forgotten me? Do you not remember me at all?” Because of her emotional outburst, two red clouds stain her cheeks, and it spreads out through her face.

He clenches his teeth, and he clamps down his jawline tighter.

He wants to tell the girl in front of him that he loves her, and he has since recalled his memories of her.

But he can"t!

“Chuxia… .” The knot in his throat moves up and down, and his eyes are filled with pain.

She thinks he has something to say. However, he turns away and stops talking like a statue. However, she knows he isn"t one. He is living; flesh and blood.

“You were saying… you can"t leave Xiang Mankuai?” She stares at him, eyes wide open, looking up at him.

Since he regained his consciousness, her sixth sense tells her he is a little different from before, but she can"t point out the difference.

Then she realizes, it"s the look in his eyes! When he looks at her, it"s devoid of doubt and confusion. However, it is filled with emotions she can"t seem to understand.

It"s like… he remembers everything!!!

“Give me some time.” He turns his head again, his eyes filled with resolution. It"s like suddenly, things are connecting.

“Ah?” She asks, puzzled. “What did you say?”

Give him time? What time?

“Chuxia, give me some time!” he says eagerly, getting a hold of her skinny shoulders. Suddenly, he lowers his head, and says, “I"m sorry.”

She doesn"t understand what he means, but she"s willing to give him the time he"s asking for, not to mention the time she"s already given him to remember.

“Are you all pigs? Why didn"t you stop Xiaonainai? Why do I even feed you? At least, if I had chickens, they"d lay eggs, and I could fry them!” Jiang Yuan"s voice carries as they hear hasty footsteps.

Han Qilu calmly removes his hands off her shoulders as he waits for Jiang Yuan to arrive. He"s her biological son after all. He knows his mother way too well.