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Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by greenapple
Ruined… .
“You want this phone?” Han Qilu looks at her, puzzled. Instead of putting his phone in his pocket, he stiffens. He unlocks his phone in desperation.
He sees a smiling An Chuxia as his phone’s wallpaper. In the background… if he isn’t mistaken, the picture was taken at the Presidential Suite! Is this the reason why she didn’t want him in her room?
With remorse, she bites her lips. Frowning, she says, “I forgot it wasn’t my phone so I thought you’d be shocked when you saw my picture as your wallpaper.”
Her once-bowed head raises when Han Qilu asks
in embarrassment, “Did you see what just happened?” He was referring to Basa catching him off-guard.
Her heart couldn’t help but beat rapidly. She curls her lip and responds coldly, “So? I would love for us to just come to a meeting point. After all… after all, you’ve only known each other less than a day. No, I mean, how casual of you!”
Just as she stands up to get off the bed, Han Qilu suddenly pulls on her wrist. He locks her gaze with his eyes. Gathering her nerves, she straightens her back, and spits out, “Let go!”
He releases her wrists but grabs her shoulder and
and forces her to look at him. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. His eyes devoutly conveys, “Don’t be angry. She kissed me on her own. I wasn’t able to react in time.”
She blinks. Her eyes are affixed on his face. He’s serious, and she’s afraid she’ll fall for him. She’s slowly getting used to his poisonous tongue, his indifference; the manic him, the gentle him. Then, one day, she would be reluctant to leave him.
They aren’t a part of each other’s worlds, so why… .
She clenches her fist before slightly raising her chin. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I don’t need
don’t need to hear your excuses.”
Her voice is cold, but she can feel it trembling. Han Qilu is too dangerous. She can’t get too close. It’s absolutely imperative not to get close.
He looks deeply into her blinking eyes and forgets what he wants to say. Biting his lip, he says quietly, “Don’t leave. You don’t have to move because of her. Basa Li will soon be gone.”
An Chuxia sneers. “Don’t you hate me? You said so the first day I arrived. To be honest, I saw how I made you unhappy then. Now, I’m happy to have the opportunity to move into the Ling residence.”
“You… .” Han residence.”
“You… .” Han Qilu suddenly clenches his fist. The green veins on his arms jump.
Hearing Han Qilu’s response makes An Chuxia smile. Ah, he’s really irritated. It’s time to break him.
“Qilu Husband?”
Han Qilu is momentarily stunned. He looks at her stiffly. His gaze, complex.
She chuckles. Her eyes are full of contempt. “Do you really think I want to call you that? You’re wrong. Every time I call you that, I would rather chew off my tongue!”
She can tell Han Qilu is shaking in anger. His face has never been so pale. And his eyes… they’re sad? Impossible… She jokes that the devil might be sad because of other matters.