Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
He decelerates right before they reach a fifty-second red light stop. Upon hearing Chuxia speak ill of Tang Kayi, he shrugs. “She didn’t say you were a murderer… .”
A spark in her eyes he’s never seen before attracts his attention. She gnaws on her lower lip before tilting her head and making a statement. “You’re taking her side? Were you that attracted to that butterfly? Can’t you see, Han Qilu, your vision is primitive? I can’t believe you’d stoop so low. I chose YOU!”
With ten seconds left on the red light, Han Qilu loosens
his grip on the steering wheel and plants his hands on her shoulders. He suddenly kisses her dry lips, making an effort not to nip too hard on her bottom lip. Is this little woman jealous?
This revelation makes him ecstatic… He just wants to retaliate and make her shut up and not indulge in flights of fancy. Kissing her may have been excessive, but the tip of his tongue can’t help but explore her mouth… .
“Lead car, start driving!!!”
“What is the front car doing? Do you want to die?!”
The persistent honking and the sound of drivers swearing awaken An Chuxia. She makes an effort to
to push Han Qilu away as she absentmindedly unfastens one of the buttons on her shirt. Her blood is boiling, and her hands feel like they’re burning.
Damn, he suddenly makes her heart burst. “Let go of me!” she shouts, taking advantage of the fact his lips leaves hers. Her hand pushes him away.
She suddenly remembers this boy watching a naughty movie… The heroine lays on the bed. Her face, crimson, as she shouts. The linen is turned down… .
Hades! She doesn’t want this to happen! The first time in the car can be too… brazen! Han Qilu’s kiss is hot. He kissed her nape, her clavicle, then…
clavicle, then… .
Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone knocks on the window.
“Let’s go, Han Qilu! This is embarrassing! I’m going to die!” He has no reason to look at window. He kissed her lips so she wouldn’t speak. However, the person at the window wouldn’t stop knocking. He doesn’t care what’s happening out there. The window tinting his car is done well enough that he can see everything clearly from the inside while no one else from the outside can look in.
An Chuxia’s face remains flush as she repeatedly beats Qilu’s back.
The rapping on the window gets louder and louder. Frowning, Han Qilu finally releases her. He carefully helps He carefully helps her straighten her hair and clothes, putting everything back in place. He must kill the man who sets eyes on her behind the window.
The persistent knocking is from a traffic police officer. When he realizes the driver is Han Qilu, he freezes immediately. Suddenly, the air drops. Finally, Qilu’s ice-cold gaze focuses on his hand.
“Han, master Han… .” The traffic police officer’s voice trembles. Each traffic officer is given a set of photos of people they can’t offend. One of them is Han Qilu. No matter how grave the mistake, one must walk away immediately and respectfully. Otherwise, death awaits.