Master, Don’t Be Too Fierce!
Oh my! Han Qilu is back with his power-packed kisses. (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)♥(˘ ε˘ʃƪ)
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
After all is said and done, twenty minutes have passed. The crowd has disappeared, giving An Chuxia a sense of security. How is it that she returns from the toilet and the basketball team is gone? Even Meng Xiaonan is gone, and only Han Qilu is standing there.
Why does it feel foreboding?
“Where did everyone go?” She walks slowly, and stands three meters away from him.
“Oh I just wanted to tell them something quickly, and they left after that.” As he says those words, Han Qilu faces the light. An Chuxia’s face
suddenly turns red again, like the Fuji red apple kind!
She feels anxious, panicky, strange and uncomfortable~~
The heart is reviled: Damn, An Chuxia, don’t blush, what kind of strength comes with the rapid heartbeat. Look at him, how can he be so calm and she be alarmed?
Bah! She should not!
An Chuxia’s subtle expression doesn’t escape Han Qilu’s eyes. He looks at her, and can’t help but smile at her mischievously.
An Chuxia looks very cute… People can’t help but notice.
Acting on his feelings, Han Qilu slowly extends out an arm and wraps it around An Chuxia’s waist, his other hand secures the back of her head. Her lips open like petals, when he descends with no warning
warning on hers… .
“Well… .”
An Chuxia struggles a little, and her heart shouts angrily: kisses, kisses, and kisses again!
The more she struggles, the more his desire is stimulated to conquer her. He tightens his grip on her to increase the pressure. He takes her body, and with his tongue, he forces her to open her mouth, wanting to occupy every part of her… .
“Han (%)… … uhh uhh (%)… … uhh uhh (%)… .” An Chuxia struggles, she wants to shout in pain, but Han Qilu doesn’t want to give her the opportunity, making the kiss more intense… .
Being forced to hold her this way is such a pain! An Chuxia leans backwards, trying to avoid
to avoid the ferocity of his kiss.
An Chuxia doesn’t know her body is bowing backward. Nima, Han Qilu will just bully her to succumb, refusing to let go of her and her lips… .
Han Qilu, I curse your ancestors… but not this way.
An Chuxia sympathizes with his ancestors, but Jiang Yuan and Han Liuhai could’ve cut her off, and it would be a sin to take advantage of them.
“Focus!” Han Qilu says coldly.
An Chuxia’s heart thought he was going to spare himself. She didn’t think… .
“You… well… .” She begins to speak, but Han Qilu’s lips bully hers.
An Chuxia’s eyes start tearing. Young master, can you not be so ferocious? My waist is about to be cut to be cut off… .
But as her heart starts weeping, the unexpected happens.
Bang! The sound may be muffled, but it forces Han Qilu and An Chuxia to fall on the ground.
An Chuxia suddenly feels like Venus, what an idea!
And her lips, because they fell, are finally liberated.
“A week’s worth of kisses isn’t enough.” Han Qilu presses up against An Chuxia’s body. His hand reaches out to her ear while he stares at her swollen lips.
An Chuxia rolls her eyes. What is happening?
“Master, can you not be so fierce about it?” An Chuxia takes a deep breath.
She thinks, now that they’ve fallen, and her head is unclear, she clearly shouldn’t have any of these thoughts! Nope, no, no!!!