Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by greenapple
霸王硬上弓- (bawangyingshanggong)- to force one’s self/to rape
An Chuxia shakes the negative thoughts from her head, and walks up to the small house a few hundred meters away.
“Anyone home?” She cautiously calls out through the half-opened door. No one answers. Gathering her courage, she decides to push the door and walk in. As her slender fingertips are about to touch the stainless steel doorknob, a pair of large hands cover her eyes.
“Ah!” she screams and rocks her hard head backwards.
“Hey!” Han Qilu is caught unprepared. He falls to the ground, palms press against gravel, breaking skin and causing blood to seep on his hands. An Chuxia gasps when she realizes it’s Han Qilu. Relieved and embarrassed, she attempts to help him on his feet.
“Sorry!” She spits out. “But what made you think it was okay to scare me from behind?”
His steely gaze is full of hate. “An Chuxia, ah, An Chuxia, you will be the cause of death for your husband.”
An Chuxia doesn’t dare say anything. When she sees his injured hands, she slowly helps him up and ushers him into the house to deal with his wounds.
“Are you personally tending to my injury?” He looks at her, staring at her dumpling-like hands, smiling.
“Of course! Otherwise, it’ll be infected.” An Chuxia is quite satisfied with her masterpiece. She wraps the gauze into a bow before making an OK sign with her hand.
He helplessly shakes his head.
After the small bloody commotion, they both return to where she was lying. An Chuxia deliberately steps on Han Qilu’s shadow, and he suddenly stops. She smashes her nose against his back.
“Hey!” She extends her pointy finger and pokes him hard on the arm. “Why did you stop suddenly? You injured my poor nose!”
She raises her eyes to his just in time to see his burning gaze. For someone who can talk, she begins to stutter. “You, you… why are you staring at me?”
Watching her blush, a naughty smile spreads on his lips. “There’s no one around us for miles. If I’d force myself on you, then… won’t I succeed easily?”
“You… .” An Chuxia is suddenly anxious. She inhales before taking a step back. “Han Qilu, you are too calm!”
“Indeed, this young master is very calm.” He raises his hand and points to his little brother. “But it doesn’t seem to be calm. See, you’re made it… impressively erect! You touched it when you fell asleep. Why are you acting like you don’t have the power to make it rise?”
F**ker
An Chuxia blushes red as a tomato. Confused, she clumsily says, “You… you’re a rogue! I don’t understand you!”
She turns as she says those words, but he hugs her from behind. His body is hot against her skin.
“I’m not that kind of person, you little fool.” Han Qilu isn’t wearing a shirt. The only thing he has on is a pair of Bermuda shorts, making him look tropical.
She glances at him. “You don’t dare!”
He’s noncommittal. He won’t dare?
He laughs.
How can’t he be daring? Being a man doesn’t mean not having the guts. He just isn’t willing to do that to her. He wants to ask her when it would be the best time, and the best place, and [right now] it’s not here.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by greenapple
霸王硬上弓- (bawangyingshanggong)- to force one’s self/to rape
An Chuxia shakes the negative thoughts from her head, and walks up to the small house a few hundred meters away.
“Anyone home?” She cautiously calls out through the half-opened door. No one answers. Gathering her courage, she decides to push the door and walk in. As her slender fingertips are about to touch the stainless steel doorknob, a pair of large hands cover her eyes.
“Ah!” she screams and rocks her hard head backwards.
“Hey!” Han Qilu is caught unprepared. He falls to the ground, palms press against gravel, breaking skin and causing blood to seep on his hands. An Chuxia gasps when she realizes it’s Han Qilu. Relieved and embarrassed, she attempts to help him on his feet.
“Sorry!” She spits out. “But what made you think it was okay to scare me from behind?”
His steely gaze is full of hate. “An Chuxia, ah, An Chuxia, you will be the cause of death for your husband.”
An Chuxia doesn’t dare say anything. When she sees his injured hands, she slowly helps him up and ushers him into the house to deal with his wounds.
“Are you personally tending to my injury?” He looks at her, staring at her dumpling-like hands, smiling.
“Of course! Otherwise, it’ll be infected.” An Chuxia is quite satisfied with her masterpiece. She wraps the gauze into a bow before making an OK sign with her hand.
He helplessly shakes his head.
After the small bloody commotion, they both return to where she was lying. An Chuxia deliberately steps on Han Qilu’s shadow, and he suddenly stops. She smashes her nose against his back.
“Hey!” She extends her pointy finger and pokes him hard on the arm. “Why did you stop suddenly? You injured my poor nose!”
She raises her eyes to his just in time to see his burning gaze. For someone who can talk, she begins to stutter. “You, you… why are you staring at me?”
Watching her blush, a naughty smile spreads on his lips. “There’s no one around us for miles. If I’d force myself on you, then… won’t I succeed easily?”
“You… .” An Chuxia is suddenly anxious. She inhales before taking a step back. “Han Qilu, you are too calm!”
“Indeed, this young master is very calm.” He raises his hand and points to his little brother. “But it doesn’t seem to be calm. See, you’re made it… impressively erect! You touched it when you fell asleep. Why are you acting like you don’t have the power to make it rise?”
F**ker
An Chuxia blushes red as a tomato. Confused, she clumsily says, “You… you’re a rogue! I don’t understand you!”
She turns as she says those words, but he hugs her from behind. His body is hot against her skin.
“I’m not that kind of person, you little fool.” Han Qilu isn’t wearing a shirt. The only thing he has on is a pair of Bermuda shorts, making him look tropical.
She glances at him. “You don’t dare!”
He’s noncommittal. He won’t dare?
He laughs.
How can’t he be daring? Being a man doesn’t mean not having the guts. He just isn’t willing to do that to her. He wants to ask her when it would be the best time, and the best place, and [right now] it’s not here.
