Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
An Chuxia nods, agreeing without question. She casually takes the black dress into the bathroom, locking the door carefully behind her. She emerges a few minutes later, dressed. She cracks the door open only to witness a tired Han Qilu laying on the soft bed. Strange. Is he very tired?
If he’s really drunk, it might be why they’re at the hotel. She must thank him. Then, An Chuxia shakes her head. Forget it. If he’s so noble, he shouldn’t get a thank you for being angry, right? She quietly walks to his bedside. He has changed into white casual clothes. She gently sits on the
bed. Her eyebrows knit, displeased.
This boy is a natural clotheshorse. He wears black shirts that can be considered old fashioned. But on him, it makes him look mature and of stable temperament… like black is his custom-made color. But since he’s wearing a white shirt, it contrasts his handsome, boyish look. He looks… angelic. Angelic? She can’t help but laugh at her thoughts.
The devil is a demon. How can he be an angel? She covers her mouth as she giggles. It is then when Han Qilu opens his eyes to see her giggling expression. With a serious expression, he asks, “Why are you laughing?”
Still smiling, An Chuxia answers, “Because… Han Qilu,
Qilu, how could you calmly lay in bed and sleep before a girl you’ve known for less than week? Aren’t you afraid she’d… strong jian you?”
Her satirical expression makes Han Qilu feel slightly irritated. He sits up and states, “If you’re willing to strong jian me, of course, I will not refuse.” He provokes her with his raised eyebrow.
Sure enough, her face immediately turns fiery red. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she tries to pummel Han Qilu with it. “You’re such a rogue!”
Han Qilu easily evades the pillow. Stands up, he asks, “Are you really short on money?”
Her mouth partially opens in surprise. She wants to whack him with
him with the pillow, but she abruptly stops. She sizes up menacing profile, but calms down quickly. How does he know she’s short on money? She is fully convinced what Han said about her being drunk is true. Otherwise, he couldn’t have known she’s short on money.
She stands in place serenely. Her facial features relax. “No one really feels they have enough money, but I don’t really need money… because there’s no need for me to use money in the first place.”
He looks at Chuxia, soft and pure, flawless, yet, playful. Finally, he takes a step forward, reaches for her chin, and threatens, “Chuxia, before, I couldn’t wait for you to leave. Now, to leave. Now, I don’t want to let you go. You can’t leave my side. Otherwise, I will make you pay dearly!”
His tough demeanor fills Chuxia with lust and anger. She wheezes as her chest rises and falls quickly. “How is this your business? What do you mean you don’t want to let me go and I can’t leave you? Who do you think you are, the emperor? I am An Chuxia. I am not a person you can manipulate. I will do what I want!”
“Are you?” He looks down on her but he can’t help but be afraid. An Chuxia swallows hard but calmly meets his cold eyes. “Yes.”