Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: *little/xiao Qilu or brother- penis
Han Qilu lets out a cry as he slams to the ground in pain, clutching on to his… xiao Qilu.
“You deserved that!” An Chuxia rolls her eyes at him. “Who gave you the permission to kiss me again? Whether or not you’re having an affair with that fox, I just have to say I truly despise her. I don’t need to know why you were smiling at her… I don’t ever want to see her again! I swear, I am not jealous. I’m just possessive, understand?”
He doesn’t respond. He just grabs his little Qilu and stares at her in agony. An Chuxia says nothing. This boy isn’t playing with her, right? They’ve pranked each other once or twice… .
“Hey, is your little *brother rendered useless? I know I just kneed you… but are you that hurt?” she asks cautiously. He doesn’t respond. His face is pale.
Her heart slams against her chest, and finally, she can’t hold back. She covers his hand with hers. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to blow on it?”
She realizes the double entendre after the words roll out of her mouth. She needs to stop thinking such perverted thoughts. Her face distorts as she smacks her mouth. “I mean… do you need me to call an ambulance? How do you call one in the United States?”
She looks down at her phone as his face softens instantly. A bit of embarrassment flashes in his eyes. He reaches out and puts her hand against the juncture of his legs. “You can blow on it.”
The north wind blows…
Are men this shameless? An Chuxia’s face suddenly turns red as she retracts her hand and steps away. “You rogue!”
“You’re calling me a rogue?” Han Qilu lifts his eyebrows and continues, “A man’s brother is where he’s the most vulnerable. You almost ruined your husband, and you’d have to fend for your own life! Dear, remember to change places with me if there’s a next time.”
Her face is now as red as an apple.
He is quite satisfied with his masterpiece. She wraps her arms around her as she takes few steps away from him. He reassures her. “We will return [to the party] in a little bit. We will go out and play afterwards, and we’ll go back home tomorrow, okay?”
“Huh!” She snorts as she slaps his hand away and walks ahead of him.
His eyes change after she shoves his hand away. Should he ask her what she’s doing with Nangong Zifei?
Through a headset, steward Han had informed Qilu that Chuxia left the premises with a Chinese crime syndicate baron named Nangong Zifei. Stewart Han reassured Qilu that nothing nefarious has come to her. Actually, their interaction is quite harmonious.
Since steward Han was afraid of being discovered, he didn’t dare follow. Just tell Qilu, and let him pursue it. An Chuxia is safe.
Han Qilu continued to talk to people at the reception. Although he didn’t have a moment to check up on her, his heart worried about her the whole time.
Qilu sighs. But had he pursued her, this wouldn’t have happened.
Raise your foot, pick up your pace, and go to An Chuxia.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: *little/xiao Qilu or brother- penis
Han Qilu lets out a cry as he slams to the ground in pain, clutching on to his… xiao Qilu.
“You deserved that!” An Chuxia rolls her eyes at him. “Who gave you the permission to kiss me again? Whether or not you’re having an affair with that fox, I just have to say I truly despise her. I don’t need to know why you were smiling at her… I don’t ever want to see her again! I swear, I am not jealous. I’m just possessive, understand?”
He doesn’t respond. He just grabs his little Qilu and stares at her in agony. An Chuxia says nothing. This boy isn’t playing with her, right? They’ve pranked each other once or twice… .
“Hey, is your little *brother rendered useless? I know I just kneed you… but are you that hurt?” she asks cautiously. He doesn’t respond. His face is pale.
Her heart slams against her chest, and finally, she can’t hold back. She covers his hand with hers. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to blow on it?”
She realizes the double entendre after the words roll out of her mouth. She needs to stop thinking such perverted thoughts. Her face distorts as she smacks her mouth. “I mean… do you need me to call an ambulance? How do you call one in the United States?”
She looks down at her phone as his face softens instantly. A bit of embarrassment flashes in his eyes. He reaches out and puts her hand against the juncture of his legs. “You can blow on it.”
The north wind blows…
Are men this shameless? An Chuxia’s face suddenly turns red as she retracts her hand and steps away. “You rogue!”
“You’re calling me a rogue?” Han Qilu lifts his eyebrows and continues, “A man’s brother is where he’s the most vulnerable. You almost ruined your husband, and you’d have to fend for your own life! Dear, remember to change places with me if there’s a next time.”
Her face is now as red as an apple.
He is quite satisfied with his masterpiece. She wraps her arms around her as she takes few steps away from him. He reassures her. “We will return [to the party] in a little bit. We will go out and play afterwards, and we’ll go back home tomorrow, okay?”
“Huh!” She snorts as she slaps his hand away and walks ahead of him.
His eyes change after she shoves his hand away. Should he ask her what she’s doing with Nangong Zifei?
Through a headset, steward Han had informed Qilu that Chuxia left the premises with a Chinese crime syndicate baron named Nangong Zifei. Stewart Han reassured Qilu that nothing nefarious has come to her. Actually, their interaction is quite harmonious.
Since steward Han was afraid of being discovered, he didn’t dare follow. Just tell Qilu, and let him pursue it. An Chuxia is safe.
Han Qilu continued to talk to people at the reception. Although he didn’t have a moment to check up on her, his heart worried about her the whole time.
Qilu sighs. But had he pursued her, this wouldn’t have happened.
Raise your foot, pick up your pace, and go to An Chuxia.
