Translated by newbienoona
Edited, and proofread by anks
TL: hara kiri- ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword, formerly practiced in Japan by samurai as an honorable alternative to disgrace or execution.
“You’re thinking I want to do it?” Han Qilu’s jet black pupils all of a sudden become more prominent. When his vision falls on her neck, he loses his ire.
He bends down to steal her breath. He kisses her lips mercilessly, finding it hard to pull away. This witch may be stubborn like a dog, but he doesn’t know how this stupid little woman quietly started infiltrating his heart.
An Chuxia has long stopped thinking. Any reason for her
to do anything at that moment is now in disarray. He is quite an excellent kisser; it is evident he’s had practice and have been in relationships. As she resorts to this thinking, she sticks out her hand to make an effort to break away from his kisses. “Bastard, let go of me!”
“Let go of you?” he stops and narrows his eyes; she could see lust and danger and anger. “You choose to revolt while your man is kissing you, hmm?”
She gawks, as if to say no. For Kang Wen to release her, she acted compliant, suppressing her anger. Whatever remained in her brain convinced her to
to say no! She would’ve committed hara kiri immediately but she fears pain.
“So, you like that man?” Han Qilu lets himself cool off from her. He looked like he wanted to swallow her alive, and that made her fear him.
“I didn’t like it!” She sees his rage dissipate as she shakes her head decisively. “It was all just an accident.”
“Accident? Do you want me to tell you what I think?” His calmness makes her shiver unconsciously. Qilu is turned on as he sees her quiver. “You damned… .”
He suddenly rains scalding hot kisses on her neck, overwhelming her senses. He alters his gnaws with nips on her lovely
her lovely neck. Her tears appear as he scorches her with the burning kisses.
“I’m sore, it hurts… !” Drops of ice cold tears shed from the corner of her eyes. How could such experiences that should be spread out over a long period of time happen in a few days?!
It hurts him listening to her cry. He unexpectedly becomes gentle. Being aroused for a while, he looks at her neck and studies his kiss marks. Smiling unexpectedly, he says, “Now you no longer bear his marks. You belong to me.”
You belong to me… The words seem like a spell wrapped tightly around her heart. She looks at him and at him and knows he must make a step. Suddenly, her heart does’t fear death. Hugging him at the waist, she asks, “Wasn’t I who kindled the fire? Why don’t you let me douse it?”
She doesn’t know why she assumed he won’t do anything to her… .
This boy has knocked her up and down before staring at her small chest. “Because… However, you can’t raise my interest!”
Then he curses, rolls over, and heads to the bathroom to take a bath.
“One of these days, I’ll kill you, Han Qilu! I say you have issues!” She bellows loudly, knowing the room is soundproof. As the door closes, he examines his thoughts.