Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Like a reflex, An Chuxia asks, “Ah? What?”
This time, Nangong Zifei’s gaze moves from her to an unknown distance. She only hears him say, “You’re my savior. I don’t like people touching me, but I don’t mind it if it’s you who’s touching me.”
This seems to be quite reasonable, but she doesn’t know why she suddenly feels flush. Her eyes accidentally gaze upon him, and suddenly, she can feel her ears redden, too.
No! She can’t stand this person no matter how handsome he is!
“We have to go back in. Han Qilu… .” She notices that Nangong Zifei isn’t acting suspicious, and An Chuxia quickly adds: “Well, Han Qilu is… my brother.”
“Yeah.” Nangong Zifei doesn’t say anything, but he takes off his coat and drapes it over An Chuxia’s shoulders. She is caught by surprise. “To keep you warm until we get back.”
After that, he picks up his pace. An Chuxia suddenly pulls the lapels close. Does he… like her?
This isn’t right! This doesn’t happen to her! There she goes being narcissistic again!
“You don’t want to go back?” Nangong Zifei suddenly stops and faces An Chuxia.
“An Chuxia, where did you go?!” Jiang Yuan asks her the moment they step back into the room. The matron marches toward her.
An Chuxia hesitantly answers as she points to Nangong Zifei, who stands straight. “I stepped out for a while with my classmate. It was getting too stuffy in here.”
Jiang Yuan’s eyes shift to An Chuxia’s side. Her gaze goes left to right, up and down. Then her eyes return to Chuxia. “The jacket… Wasn’t it kind of him to cover you?”
Jiang Yuan’s tone is sour, seemingly jealous. An Chuxia laughs as she takes off the coat and hands it back to Nangong Zifei. “Thank you for lending me your coat.”
“You’re welcome,” he says as he takes the coat. Then, they get interrupted.
“An Chuxia!”
This voice, the momentum, the cadence, who else can it be?
An Chuxia turns around, and sees Han Qilu approaching her with fire in his eyes. A shiver runs down her spine. What happened? Why does it seem like he’s going to swallow her whole? For the first time since she’s known him, she’s suddenly afraid of his voice.
“Son, you’ve arrived at the right time. Please accompany An Chuxia. I have to head home to take care of something.” Jiang Yuan states before walking away.
As soon as she left, Han Qilu saunters unhurriedly to An Chuxia.
“Who are you?” Han Qilu stops half a meter away from An Chuxia and focuses his gaze on Nangong Zifei. Judging from his accurate intuition, this person is definitely complex.
He signed the contract at lightning speed and immediately drove to the school. But since he got caught in the evening rush hour, he had to conduct business on the road. He drove as fast as he could, afraid An Chuxia would be bored being at the party by herself. But as he entered the building, what he saw was An Chuxia smiling gently and warmly at a man as she hands him his coat.
“Oh, he is… .” An Chuxia is about to talk when Han Qilu stuns her.
“Shut up!”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Like a reflex, An Chuxia asks, “Ah? What?”
This time, Nangong Zifei’s gaze moves from her to an unknown distance. She only hears him say, “You’re my savior. I don’t like people touching me, but I don’t mind it if it’s you who’s touching me.”
This seems to be quite reasonable, but she doesn’t know why she suddenly feels flush. Her eyes accidentally gaze upon him, and suddenly, she can feel her ears redden, too.
No! She can’t stand this person no matter how handsome he is!
“We have to go back in. Han Qilu… .” She notices that Nangong Zifei isn’t acting suspicious, and An Chuxia quickly adds: “Well, Han Qilu is… my brother.”
“Yeah.” Nangong Zifei doesn’t say anything, but he takes off his coat and drapes it over An Chuxia’s shoulders. She is caught by surprise. “To keep you warm until we get back.”
After that, he picks up his pace. An Chuxia suddenly pulls the lapels close. Does he… like her?
This isn’t right! This doesn’t happen to her! There she goes being narcissistic again!
“You don’t want to go back?” Nangong Zifei suddenly stops and faces An Chuxia.
“An Chuxia, where did you go?!” Jiang Yuan asks her the moment they step back into the room. The matron marches toward her.
An Chuxia hesitantly answers as she points to Nangong Zifei, who stands straight. “I stepped out for a while with my classmate. It was getting too stuffy in here.”
Jiang Yuan’s eyes shift to An Chuxia’s side. Her gaze goes left to right, up and down. Then her eyes return to Chuxia. “The jacket… Wasn’t it kind of him to cover you?”
Jiang Yuan’s tone is sour, seemingly jealous. An Chuxia laughs as she takes off the coat and hands it back to Nangong Zifei. “Thank you for lending me your coat.”
“You’re welcome,” he says as he takes the coat. Then, they get interrupted.
“An Chuxia!”
This voice, the momentum, the cadence, who else can it be?
An Chuxia turns around, and sees Han Qilu approaching her with fire in his eyes. A shiver runs down her spine. What happened? Why does it seem like he’s going to swallow her whole? For the first time since she’s known him, she’s suddenly afraid of his voice.
“Son, you’ve arrived at the right time. Please accompany An Chuxia. I have to head home to take care of something.” Jiang Yuan states before walking away.
As soon as she left, Han Qilu saunters unhurriedly to An Chuxia.
“Who are you?” Han Qilu stops half a meter away from An Chuxia and focuses his gaze on Nangong Zifei. Judging from his accurate intuition, this person is definitely complex.
He signed the contract at lightning speed and immediately drove to the school. But since he got caught in the evening rush hour, he had to conduct business on the road. He drove as fast as he could, afraid An Chuxia would be bored being at the party by herself. But as he entered the building, what he saw was An Chuxia smiling gently and warmly at a man as she hands him his coat.
“Oh, he is… .” An Chuxia is about to talk when Han Qilu stuns her.
“Shut up!”
