Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
If truly given a choice, would she choose to stay in the US and spend a wonderful time, or stay with Han Qilu in his most difficult time?
Mankuai doesn’t even know about this problem.
Jiang Yuan and Han Liuhai are at a conference. After that, they have to attend a banquet. They’re definitely not returning home for lunch. An Chuxia returns to her room and turns on her computer to start writing.
She wants to be like her heroine who’s a little bit stronger. She can’t give up, can’t be weak, and can’t be in despair!
The fact is, writing right now is such a chore. Ever since she’d started reading, she knew that all stories have a purpose. It’s hard writing a chapter and posting it so readers would be happy about the update. She has received a lot of reminders to keep publishing. These messages are stressing Chuxia out.
But her heart is disturbed, and the only thing calming her down so she can write is a glass of water and the scenery on the balcony. She’s about to start writing when she accidentally opens her Weibo account.
She can’t have any other distractions, but she can’t concentrate when she’s been writing for a while. She needs to calm down before her inspiration disappears.
She thinks of Han Qilu as she writes her novel. Stumped, she decides to go to his room.
Fine. She wants to know what Han Qilu’s doing, and she’s looking for an excuse to knock on his door.
“Who is it?” Han Qilu opens the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. One hand is on the door knob, while the other is drying his hair with a towel. Water droplets are sliding down his collarbone, and down the dark line that disappears at the edge of the bath towel. His eyes flash with doubt upon seeing An Chuxia on his doorstep.
It turns out he’s taking a shower.
Embarrassed, An Chuxia steps back into the corridor. “Sorry. I didn’t know you’re taking a shower.”
Han Qilu raises an eyebrow but shows no emotion. “I’m done showering. I’m just blow drying my hair. Haven’t you changed your clothes after being in the rain? Look at your hair. It’s not even dry.”
Han Qilu stretches out his hand to pinch An Chuxia’s hair. The tips of her hair is still wet. It’s relatively humid, and An Chuxia hasn’t toweled herself dry after being out in the rain.
Qilu pulls his hand away. His brow wrinkles as he says, “Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”
“I’m not. I feel quite comfortable,” she says, smiling. For a moment, it’s like they’re their old selves, giving her confidence about their future.
Aren’t I in love with Mankuai? I’m with Mankuai! Who is An Chuxia, but his meimei!
“If you get sick and get hospitalized, would you want my mother to visit you and bring you food?” he accuses her. “Can you just give it a break?”
Why should he worry about her? He doesn’t even know the protocol about grocery shopping and eating?
Her heart flutters and a funny smile spreads on her face. “Fine. I’ll go back to my room and dry my hair.”
An Chuxia turns around, but Han Qilu grabs her right arm, pulling her up against his body. A dark expression covers his face. “Wait…”
“I’ll help you dry your hair.” Qilu plugs in the dryer and sits her down. He releases her hair bun as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Han Qilu quickly avoids her gaze.
He’s unsure when he started unconsciously seeking out An Chuxia.
Despite cold air blowing out from the dryer, An Chuxia feels warmth in her heart. To him, she’s his meimei. Will he treat her like one? Regardless, she won’t give up!
An Chuxia’s hair is soft, probably because it has never been dyed. It feels good to the touch, like a kitten’s fur.
After running his fingers through her hair, Han Qilu decisively drops his hand. “It’s done.”
“Thank you.” An Chuxia says. She knows it’s wrong, but she turns around, walks to him and tiptoes a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
It’s not a deliberate touch; just a peck. But An Chuxia touched his lips, and his heart starts beating rapidly. This time, the strong emotions he’s feeling are not for Mankuai.
“Are you upset that your meimei kissed you as a thank you?” An Chuxia flashes a crooked smile. She’s very happy that Qilu is stunned from her kiss.
Does this mean he “just knows’?
“Young master.” A servant walks into Han Qilu’s room and witnesses An Chuxia with a half-naked Han Qilu. Without thinking, she turns away and says, “Xiaonainai is here, too.”
It’s not the first time he hears someone refer to Chuxia as xiaonainai; he doesn’t say anything, and he can’t figure out why.
“What’s wrong?” He tugs on the dryer’s cord and unplugs it from the wall.
“I’m supposed to ask if you’re coming down to eat, but since you’re busy, we will put the food away and heat it up later.” The maid doesn’t dare look up at them for fear of seeing something she shouldn’t see.
An Chuxia quickly replies, “No, we’ll go down immediately.”
“Okay,” the maid responds and flees.
An Chuxia is stunned to see the maid rush out quickly. She turns around and looks at Han Qilu. “I think she misunderstood something… .”
Han Qilu places his hand on the bath towel around his waist and takes it off. An Chuxia reaches out her hand and instinctively covers her eyes while screaming, “AH!”
But she doesn’t sustain the scream. She lowers her hand slowly, and realizes Han Qilu is wearing something beneath the towel. No wonder her didn’t hesitate undoing the towel. He is teasing her!
“You… played me!” An Chuxia’s face is red like an apple; her expression is priceless.
She tries not to think much about it. Han Qilu just wanted to change into pants. She would have screamed, and it would’ve been embarrassing!
An unsettling feeling fills his heart, but he is very happy; he couldn’t help but want to tease her.
“Played you?” Han Qilu saunters toward An Chuxia; slow and measured, backing her into a corner.
He heard that girls dream of being kissed against the wall by handsome boys. They may pretend to struggle, but he’s unsure of that fact.
“Played you?” Han Qilu plants a hand on the wall, close to An Chuxia’s face. “I was just taking off my towel, and you assumed I’m playing? Were you thinking impure thoughts? Let’s talk about it, if you want to.”
“My thoughts are pure!” An Chuxia looks him straight in the eye, revealing anger. “I just assumed you weren’t wearing anything!”
He looks at her small parted lips. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Has he kissed these lips before? He wants to know how they feel like.
His actions are faster than his thoughts. A second later, he places his other hand on her shoulder and kisses her gently. Her lips are slightly dry, but extremely smooth. He’s fascinated by the taste of her lipstick.
His lips are cold against hers. His tongue darts out against the seam of her lips and slips in. The tips of their tongues meet, and a strange current surges through his body, causing his heart to race.
An Chuxia’s consciousness finally kicks in. Han Qilu’s kiss is quite powerful! He used to initiate the kiss when they used to be together. Even if he has another girl in his heart, she still wants those kisses to be hers.
She’s not happy; her head is filled with anger. She shoves him away, forcing him to take a few steps back.
Han Qilu couldn’t control himself, and what just happened could’ve been a big disaster! He sees the dissatisfied look on Chuxia’s face. If Mankuai finds out, he doesn’t know what would happen.
To reset the mood, he says through thin lips, “Your ge returned his meimei’s kiss. Are you still upset?”
She knows he’s trying to tease her. Surely, he stares at her as she squints at him. “I’m not upset! Put on some pants!”
An Chuxia runs out of the room. Her black headband reflects light from Han Qilu’s hand.
“What’s happening to me?” Han Qilu reaches out and slaps his forehead. He clearly warned himself this one opportunity with An Chuxia. But he wants more… .
Is he the kind who’s unfaithful to girls?
No! He’s not that kind of person!
“Damn!” he curses himself. “Han Qilu, can you live with a little conscience? Don’t bother the girl!”
An Chuxia, on the other hand, runs down the stairs, all the way to the table. She stands next to the chair instead of sitting down. The expression on her face is quite complex.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
If truly given a choice, would she choose to stay in the US and spend a wonderful time, or stay with Han Qilu in his most difficult time?
Mankuai doesn’t even know about this problem.
Jiang Yuan and Han Liuhai are at a conference. After that, they have to attend a banquet. They’re definitely not returning home for lunch. An Chuxia returns to her room and turns on her computer to start writing.
She wants to be like her heroine who’s a little bit stronger. She can’t give up, can’t be weak, and can’t be in despair!
The fact is, writing right now is such a chore. Ever since she’d started reading, she knew that all stories have a purpose. It’s hard writing a chapter and posting it so readers would be happy about the update. She has received a lot of reminders to keep publishing. These messages are stressing Chuxia out.
But her heart is disturbed, and the only thing calming her down so she can write is a glass of water and the scenery on the balcony. She’s about to start writing when she accidentally opens her Weibo account.
She can’t have any other distractions, but she can’t concentrate when she’s been writing for a while. She needs to calm down before her inspiration disappears.
She thinks of Han Qilu as she writes her novel. Stumped, she decides to go to his room.
Fine. She wants to know what Han Qilu’s doing, and she’s looking for an excuse to knock on his door.
“Who is it?” Han Qilu opens the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. One hand is on the door knob, while the other is drying his hair with a towel. Water droplets are sliding down his collarbone, and down the dark line that disappears at the edge of the bath towel. His eyes flash with doubt upon seeing An Chuxia on his doorstep.
It turns out he’s taking a shower.
Embarrassed, An Chuxia steps back into the corridor. “Sorry. I didn’t know you’re taking a shower.”
Han Qilu raises an eyebrow but shows no emotion. “I’m done showering. I’m just blow drying my hair. Haven’t you changed your clothes after being in the rain? Look at your hair. It’s not even dry.”
Han Qilu stretches out his hand to pinch An Chuxia’s hair. The tips of her hair is still wet. It’s relatively humid, and An Chuxia hasn’t toweled herself dry after being out in the rain.
Qilu pulls his hand away. His brow wrinkles as he says, “Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”
“I’m not. I feel quite comfortable,” she says, smiling. For a moment, it’s like they’re their old selves, giving her confidence about their future.
Aren’t I in love with Mankuai? I’m with Mankuai! Who is An Chuxia, but his meimei!
“If you get sick and get hospitalized, would you want my mother to visit you and bring you food?” he accuses her. “Can you just give it a break?”
Why should he worry about her? He doesn’t even know the protocol about grocery shopping and eating?
Her heart flutters and a funny smile spreads on her face. “Fine. I’ll go back to my room and dry my hair.”
An Chuxia turns around, but Han Qilu grabs her right arm, pulling her up against his body. A dark expression covers his face. “Wait…”
“I’ll help you dry your hair.” Qilu plugs in the dryer and sits her down. He releases her hair bun as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Han Qilu quickly avoids her gaze.
He’s unsure when he started unconsciously seeking out An Chuxia.
Despite cold air blowing out from the dryer, An Chuxia feels warmth in her heart. To him, she’s his meimei. Will he treat her like one? Regardless, she won’t give up!
An Chuxia’s hair is soft, probably because it has never been dyed. It feels good to the touch, like a kitten’s fur.
After running his fingers through her hair, Han Qilu decisively drops his hand. “It’s done.”
“Thank you.” An Chuxia says. She knows it’s wrong, but she turns around, walks to him and tiptoes a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
It’s not a deliberate touch; just a peck. But An Chuxia touched his lips, and his heart starts beating rapidly. This time, the strong emotions he’s feeling are not for Mankuai.
“Are you upset that your meimei kissed you as a thank you?” An Chuxia flashes a crooked smile. She’s very happy that Qilu is stunned from her kiss.
Does this mean he “just knows’?
“Young master.” A servant walks into Han Qilu’s room and witnesses An Chuxia with a half-naked Han Qilu. Without thinking, she turns away and says, “Xiaonainai is here, too.”
It’s not the first time he hears someone refer to Chuxia as xiaonainai; he doesn’t say anything, and he can’t figure out why.
“What’s wrong?” He tugs on the dryer’s cord and unplugs it from the wall.
“I’m supposed to ask if you’re coming down to eat, but since you’re busy, we will put the food away and heat it up later.” The maid doesn’t dare look up at them for fear of seeing something she shouldn’t see.
An Chuxia quickly replies, “No, we’ll go down immediately.”
“Okay,” the maid responds and flees.
An Chuxia is stunned to see the maid rush out quickly. She turns around and looks at Han Qilu. “I think she misunderstood something… .”
Han Qilu places his hand on the bath towel around his waist and takes it off. An Chuxia reaches out her hand and instinctively covers her eyes while screaming, “AH!”
But she doesn’t sustain the scream. She lowers her hand slowly, and realizes Han Qilu is wearing something beneath the towel. No wonder her didn’t hesitate undoing the towel. He is teasing her!
“You… played me!” An Chuxia’s face is red like an apple; her expression is priceless.
She tries not to think much about it. Han Qilu just wanted to change into pants. She would have screamed, and it would’ve been embarrassing!
An unsettling feeling fills his heart, but he is very happy; he couldn’t help but want to tease her.
“Played you?” Han Qilu saunters toward An Chuxia; slow and measured, backing her into a corner.
He heard that girls dream of being kissed against the wall by handsome boys. They may pretend to struggle, but he’s unsure of that fact.
“Played you?” Han Qilu plants a hand on the wall, close to An Chuxia’s face. “I was just taking off my towel, and you assumed I’m playing? Were you thinking impure thoughts? Let’s talk about it, if you want to.”
“My thoughts are pure!” An Chuxia looks him straight in the eye, revealing anger. “I just assumed you weren’t wearing anything!”
He looks at her small parted lips. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Has he kissed these lips before? He wants to know how they feel like.
His actions are faster than his thoughts. A second later, he places his other hand on her shoulder and kisses her gently. Her lips are slightly dry, but extremely smooth. He’s fascinated by the taste of her lipstick.
His lips are cold against hers. His tongue darts out against the seam of her lips and slips in. The tips of their tongues meet, and a strange current surges through his body, causing his heart to race.
An Chuxia’s consciousness finally kicks in. Han Qilu’s kiss is quite powerful! He used to initiate the kiss when they used to be together. Even if he has another girl in his heart, she still wants those kisses to be hers.
She’s not happy; her head is filled with anger. She shoves him away, forcing him to take a few steps back.
Han Qilu couldn’t control himself, and what just happened could’ve been a big disaster! He sees the dissatisfied look on Chuxia’s face. If Mankuai finds out, he doesn’t know what would happen.
To reset the mood, he says through thin lips, “Your ge returned his meimei’s kiss. Are you still upset?”
She knows he’s trying to tease her. Surely, he stares at her as she squints at him. “I’m not upset! Put on some pants!”
An Chuxia runs out of the room. Her black headband reflects light from Han Qilu’s hand.
“What’s happening to me?” Han Qilu reaches out and slaps his forehead. He clearly warned himself this one opportunity with An Chuxia. But he wants more… .
Is he the kind who’s unfaithful to girls?
No! He’s not that kind of person!
“Damn!” he curses himself. “Han Qilu, can you live with a little conscience? Don’t bother the girl!”
An Chuxia, on the other hand, runs down the stairs, all the way to the table. She stands next to the chair instead of sitting down. The expression on her face is quite complex.
