Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu releases his grip on Xiao Mingluo’s collar, but remains upset.
The name of the black devil is known amongst bystanders and gangsters. The name’s origin is from legends; they are people who murder in the night. Their methods are cruel, like death. That’s why their name is associated with the black demon.
Han Qilu naturally knows him as the black demon, but in his head, he thought he’d be a person in his forties, maybe his thirties, but definitely not this young. He is anxious and uneasy in a way he’s never felt before.
“What’s with the two of you?” An Chuxia asks after she recovers from her shock.
“Nothing!” Xiao Mingluo shakes his head immediately. “We’re just talking.”
An Chuxia reluctantly sighs. “It’s shameful that both of you act like three-year-old kids when you’re not. Go and tend to the wound on your face so it doesn’t get infected.”
Since there is no use arguing with An Chuxia, Xiao Mingluo pulls Ling Hanyu aside and says, “We’re headed to the hospital and won’t be back till later. Have fun, guys. See you then!”
He’s telling them to have a wild time without them.
As their voices fell, the two boys leave without a trace. An Chuxia, helpless, looks at Han Qilu. She tugs on his elbow. “Let’s go back.”
He doesn’t want to return to the party and see Nangong Zifei. He’s not afraid of him, but he’s afraid he will hurt An Chuxia.
“Don’t!” An Chuxia rolls her eyes. “And who are you to say that?”
“Let’s go home and sleep, okay?” Han Qilu’s tone softens, and is filled with infinite tenderness. “I’m exhausted. I’ve had a busy day and haven’t rested.”
An Chuxia moves her lips, but no words escape. Even her feet won’t move. Han Qilu smiles and wraps his arm around An Chuxia’s right shoulder. They walk out of the music room, and then the Stein College doors. During that short period, many Stein students witness this scene in shock and awe. He ignores the glances.
An Chuxia tries to break away from his grip, but fails. In the end, he tightens his hold on her. She wonders what happened to him today. He is acting very strange.
They reach the Han car. She’s about to enter when she realizes Han Qilu has locked her out.
She’s about to speak when Han Qilu says from the driver’s seat: “Stay away from Nangong Zifei, okay?” He may have said it as a request, but the tone didn’t give her the right to say no.
“Why?” An Chuxia can’t seem to comprehend. “Are you jealous? I’m only a friend to him.”
Han Qilu looks at the right side, and the soft yellow light gently covers An Chuxia’s side. Her eyes are sincere and honest.
Of course, he believes her.
Suddenly, the door is unlocked. Despite the confusion, An Chuxia opens the door and gets in.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu releases his grip on Xiao Mingluo’s collar, but remains upset.
The name of the black devil is known amongst bystanders and gangsters. The name’s origin is from legends; they are people who murder in the night. Their methods are cruel, like death. That’s why their name is associated with the black demon.
Han Qilu naturally knows him as the black demon, but in his head, he thought he’d be a person in his forties, maybe his thirties, but definitely not this young. He is anxious and uneasy in a way he’s never felt before.
“What’s with the two of you?” An Chuxia asks after she recovers from her shock.
“Nothing!” Xiao Mingluo shakes his head immediately. “We’re just talking.”
An Chuxia reluctantly sighs. “It’s shameful that both of you act like three-year-old kids when you’re not. Go and tend to the wound on your face so it doesn’t get infected.”
Since there is no use arguing with An Chuxia, Xiao Mingluo pulls Ling Hanyu aside and says, “We’re headed to the hospital and won’t be back till later. Have fun, guys. See you then!”
He’s telling them to have a wild time without them.
As their voices fell, the two boys leave without a trace. An Chuxia, helpless, looks at Han Qilu. She tugs on his elbow. “Let’s go back.”
He doesn’t want to return to the party and see Nangong Zifei. He’s not afraid of him, but he’s afraid he will hurt An Chuxia.
“Don’t!” An Chuxia rolls her eyes. “And who are you to say that?”
“Let’s go home and sleep, okay?” Han Qilu’s tone softens, and is filled with infinite tenderness. “I’m exhausted. I’ve had a busy day and haven’t rested.”
An Chuxia moves her lips, but no words escape. Even her feet won’t move. Han Qilu smiles and wraps his arm around An Chuxia’s right shoulder. They walk out of the music room, and then the Stein College doors. During that short period, many Stein students witness this scene in shock and awe. He ignores the glances.
An Chuxia tries to break away from his grip, but fails. In the end, he tightens his hold on her. She wonders what happened to him today. He is acting very strange.
They reach the Han car. She’s about to enter when she realizes Han Qilu has locked her out.
She’s about to speak when Han Qilu says from the driver’s seat: “Stay away from Nangong Zifei, okay?” He may have said it as a request, but the tone didn’t give her the right to say no.
“Why?” An Chuxia can’t seem to comprehend. “Are you jealous? I’m only a friend to him.”
Han Qilu looks at the right side, and the soft yellow light gently covers An Chuxia’s side. Her eyes are sincere and honest.
Of course, he believes her.
Suddenly, the door is unlocked. Despite the confusion, An Chuxia opens the door and gets in.
