Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks and greenapple
“Han Qilu!” Basa Li is very unhappy. Han Qilu isn’t worried about her, and instead, his contemptuous expression explicitly shows what he means!
Raising his head from the magazine he’s reading, Han Qilu casually asks, “What?”
“I… “ She wants to say something, but finds herself stumped. Whenever Han Qilu looks at her, she is rendered speechless. He’s too handsome. The contour of his face makes a person unable to help but look into his deep, dark eyes. His aquiline nose accentuates his attractive profile. How can a man look
so good?
“The girls I hate the most are those who salivate in front of me.” Han Qilu looks away and secures his gaze at An Chuxia. “Of course, that doesn’t include some people.”
An Chuxia pretends not to hear him. She looks outside the window, tracing the air with her fingers. But only she knows how fast her heart is jumping. It might as well burst from her chest.
Basa Li is very unhappy, but gratefully, the car suddenly stops. She can see the Han gate through the window.
A person opens the tall iron gate. The car slowly
slowly drives through the open doors until it comes to a complete stop, ten meters away from the front door. Basa Li quickly opens the door and walks out of the car. She leaves, afraid of doing something impulsive. She doesn’t want to give Han Qilu a bad impression of her.
But what she doesn’t know is that Han Qilu loathes her existence. He is disgusted by her arrival, since he’s just recently gotten comfortable with An Chuxia. But one can guess how the story will change.
Punctually, steward Han leaves. An Chuxia presses the END key on the
on the game on her phone. Han Qilu still continues to sit, reading his magazine. Moving her pink lips, she eventually tells him to get out.
With eyes withdrawn, she restrains herself. An Chuxia puts her phone in her pocket, and readies herself to open the door herself. However, his left hand seizes her hand at the door. He drops his magazine in the process.
“You… .” She looks at Han Qilu quizzically. His eyes look at her softly, and her gaze suddenly renders her weak.
“Sorry.” He looks embarrassed. As the dignified prospective Han Group heir, he has never given has never given in to modesty. But only she, An Chuxia, once again, is the exception.
His apology leaves her confused. “What do you mean?” She doesn’t understand his connotation. If he’s apologizing for dropping the car magazine, it really has nothing to do with her. However, she says thank you.
“I mean earlier, at the school gate. I was angry at you. I’m sorry.” He curls his lip. “I want you to know because I care about you, so it… .”
“Enough,” she interrupts Han Qilu before he finishes. “I said it before… but now, us… it’s impossible.”