Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
Mankuai’s flexible tongue licks Han Qilu’s lips. Her moist touch makes his back stiffen. Her hand slowly snakes down gently to his chest.
Han Qilu always likes to take the initiative, and the fact that Mankuai is doing it makes him unhappy. But since this happened, he remains passive; he can taste her sweetness as they kiss.
He once loved Mankuai, and said that he’d love her for a lifetime. That was true. Those days when he was with her were so beautiful. Then she left him, and his world crumbled!
Those days of happiness are long gone, and once it’s lost, it is gone forever. Now that she’s back, can they recover the happiness they lost?
And if they can’t, he has to give it a try. He will die trying.
“Well… .” Mankuai’s voice sounds breathy. It is the sound that brings a man to his knees when she whispers in a man’s ear. It’s like she’s praising you for “working hard”.
To Mankuai, she knows that deep inside, Qilu likes Chuxia. Even if she’s not the prettiest, this is enough to make her win.
Qilu’s back relaxes, and this makes Mankuai proud. She gives him more by indulging him with her masterpiece: her shapely legs.
Her grandmother’s pedantic thoughts fill her brain. While she chants, “Cooking raw rice is the best way to capture a man”, she thinks she has succeeded by claiming Qilu.
The kiss gets deeper and deeper. Qilu’s arms that were being used to prevent her from falling, are pulling her closer. Her French kissing skills have definitely made her a master! She knows that if Qilu was still having second thoughts about her, this would convince him to stay the night!
She’s not in a hurry; she runs little kisses down Qilu’s neck. She skillfully undoes his buttons by feel; she has time to make things happen!
Once his shirt has come undone, she runs her hands over his powerful shoulders. His muscles flex, and it’s turning her on. With the softest of touches, she slides the fabric off his body.
Han Qilu breaks the lingering kiss first. He skillfully takes off his shirt. As he shrugs the shirt completely off, Mankuai deliberately leaves a hickey on his neck and a lipstick stain on his collar.
Even if Chuxia doesn’t see it, it would be good to have the servants notice it.
The cool air hits Qilu instantly, waking up his brain.
What am I doing?!
All of a sudden, he immediately thinks of the time when he visited her in Paris and found her in a compromising position with a French man. He can’t remember when he found them, but it is still implanted in his darkest memory. It’s a moment he wants to forget, and yet, he hasn’t.
Now that he remembers, the moment blurs in his memory.
Men are perceived as selfish and dirty, and want their women wanton. This way, they would think of sex as something they want without thinking of it as rape.
Han Qilu knows that women find him handsome because he is wealthy. But he’s a man, a normal one at that. He feels in his heart that no matter how he wants to love Mankuai, he seems not to care this time.
Han Qilu suddenly realizes that Mankuai isn’t making the advances [anymore]. She thinks he doesn’t know how to proceed at this point. What she doesn’t know is that he’s had a past with the former car model, Lila; he is not a virgin. Patiently, Mankuai starts rubbing his nipples gently.
Han Qilu’s breath hitches before subconsciously pushing her away. Would pushing her away hurt her self-esteem? How can he explain himself? Would she think that I’d see her as being worldly?
How sad! Mankuai doesn’t realize Qilu is out of his haze. She slowly traces the line pointing to his happy trail, which would test his limits.
Then, the phone rings. Han Qilu has changed his phone, and it’s currently playing the default ringtone. He’s convinced someone’s looking for him, and at this point, he doesn’t care about Mankuai’s wants.
Except those from his memories… .
“I have a phone call… ,” Han Qilu says. His voice sounds hoarse; maybe it’s from them kissing.
If the person she’s making out is someone else, she’d tell them to leave the phone alone. But this is Qilu, and she can only think of another choice… .
Mankuai gives up and sits beside Qilu on the love seat. Once she withdraws, Han Qilu immediately draws the phone from his pocket. The caller ID isn’t saved on his device, but he recognizes it as his family’s home phone number.
He’s nervous as he answers the call. He doesn’t respond, just in case it is An Chuxia on the other end, and he doesn’t want her being suspicious after hearing his hoarse voice. Wait, why is he thinking about An Chuxia again?
Your girlfriend is still sitting next to you! He’s trying to chastise himself.
“Han Qilu, why are you being bad? Look at what time it is, you have class tomorrow! Where are you now, I’ll pick you up!” Jiang Yuan speaks like a machine gun prattling. Any normal human being would’ve taken a breath by now, but not her.
Han Qilu looks at Mankuai, who’s staring at her reflection. Her heart seems empty, and at this point, he doesn’t know how to respond to Jiang Yuan.
Qilu doesn’t respond for a long time. Jiang Yuan suddenly becomes suspicious; so she shouts over the phone: “Are you even listening, you stinky boy?!”
“Well… .” He feels relieved that his voice sounds normal again. “I’ll come home soon.”
“If you’re not home in half an hour, don’t come back. There are many people who would want to be in your place. I can pluck one out from the streets! You can find out for yourself!” She goes off again like a machine gun that she doesn’t hear his response. He stares at his feet the moment he hangs up.
Then, Han Qilu starts moving quickly.
“Qilu… .” Mankuai realizes he’s not looking at her. She reaches out to stop him. “Please don’t go; stay with me.”
Her invitation is tempting, but he’s not interested in staying. However, he can’t show that, so he pretends to be in a dilemma. “I’m sorry, Mankuai, but you know my mother. You heard her. She does what she says.”
“She won’t deny her son, would she?” Mankuai frowns, aggrieved. If he was someone else, she would’ve sent them packing.
“I don’t want to test it.” Han Qilu reaches out and pinches her face. “Don’t apply lipstick. My face must be smeared all ith it now.”
Mankuai looks at Qilu, bemused. She remembers that Han Qilu doesn’t like her kissing him when she’s wearing lipstick.
But there are a lot more people she knows whose quirk is having her kiss them with her red lipstick on.
“I’m using your bathroom,” Han Qilu says, picking up the shirt he discarded on the floor.
She drops her gaze at the hickey she left on him before he disappears to the bathroom.
Despite knowing she’s lost this time, she still smiles. Next time this moment presents itself, she’ll have him before he regains his memory. She’s confident of that fact!
Han Qilu sees the large mirror the moment he enters her bathroom. A bevy of cosmetics litter the counter. It’s too much, even to him.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
Mankuai’s flexible tongue licks Han Qilu’s lips. Her moist touch makes his back stiffen. Her hand slowly snakes down gently to his chest.
Han Qilu always likes to take the initiative, and the fact that Mankuai is doing it makes him unhappy. But since this happened, he remains passive; he can taste her sweetness as they kiss.
He once loved Mankuai, and said that he’d love her for a lifetime. That was true. Those days when he was with her were so beautiful. Then she left him, and his world crumbled!
Those days of happiness are long gone, and once it’s lost, it is gone forever. Now that she’s back, can they recover the happiness they lost?
And if they can’t, he has to give it a try. He will die trying.
“Well… .” Mankuai’s voice sounds breathy. It is the sound that brings a man to his knees when she whispers in a man’s ear. It’s like she’s praising you for “working hard”.
To Mankuai, she knows that deep inside, Qilu likes Chuxia. Even if she’s not the prettiest, this is enough to make her win.
Qilu’s back relaxes, and this makes Mankuai proud. She gives him more by indulging him with her masterpiece: her shapely legs.
Her grandmother’s pedantic thoughts fill her brain. While she chants, “Cooking raw rice is the best way to capture a man”, she thinks she has succeeded by claiming Qilu.
The kiss gets deeper and deeper. Qilu’s arms that were being used to prevent her from falling, are pulling her closer. Her French kissing skills have definitely made her a master! She knows that if Qilu was still having second thoughts about her, this would convince him to stay the night!
She’s not in a hurry; she runs little kisses down Qilu’s neck. She skillfully undoes his buttons by feel; she has time to make things happen!
Once his shirt has come undone, she runs her hands over his powerful shoulders. His muscles flex, and it’s turning her on. With the softest of touches, she slides the fabric off his body.
Han Qilu breaks the lingering kiss first. He skillfully takes off his shirt. As he shrugs the shirt completely off, Mankuai deliberately leaves a hickey on his neck and a lipstick stain on his collar.
Even if Chuxia doesn’t see it, it would be good to have the servants notice it.
The cool air hits Qilu instantly, waking up his brain.
What am I doing?!
All of a sudden, he immediately thinks of the time when he visited her in Paris and found her in a compromising position with a French man. He can’t remember when he found them, but it is still implanted in his darkest memory. It’s a moment he wants to forget, and yet, he hasn’t.
Now that he remembers, the moment blurs in his memory.
Men are perceived as selfish and dirty, and want their women wanton. This way, they would think of sex as something they want without thinking of it as rape.
Han Qilu knows that women find him handsome because he is wealthy. But he’s a man, a normal one at that. He feels in his heart that no matter how he wants to love Mankuai, he seems not to care this time.
Han Qilu suddenly realizes that Mankuai isn’t making the advances [anymore]. She thinks he doesn’t know how to proceed at this point. What she doesn’t know is that he’s had a past with the former car model, Lila; he is not a virgin. Patiently, Mankuai starts rubbing his nipples gently.
Han Qilu’s breath hitches before subconsciously pushing her away. Would pushing her away hurt her self-esteem? How can he explain himself? Would she think that I’d see her as being worldly?
How sad! Mankuai doesn’t realize Qilu is out of his haze. She slowly traces the line pointing to his happy trail, which would test his limits.
Then, the phone rings. Han Qilu has changed his phone, and it’s currently playing the default ringtone. He’s convinced someone’s looking for him, and at this point, he doesn’t care about Mankuai’s wants.
Except those from his memories… .
“I have a phone call… ,” Han Qilu says. His voice sounds hoarse; maybe it’s from them kissing.
If the person she’s making out is someone else, she’d tell them to leave the phone alone. But this is Qilu, and she can only think of another choice… .
Mankuai gives up and sits beside Qilu on the love seat. Once she withdraws, Han Qilu immediately draws the phone from his pocket. The caller ID isn’t saved on his device, but he recognizes it as his family’s home phone number.
He’s nervous as he answers the call. He doesn’t respond, just in case it is An Chuxia on the other end, and he doesn’t want her being suspicious after hearing his hoarse voice. Wait, why is he thinking about An Chuxia again?
Your girlfriend is still sitting next to you! He’s trying to chastise himself.
“Han Qilu, why are you being bad? Look at what time it is, you have class tomorrow! Where are you now, I’ll pick you up!” Jiang Yuan speaks like a machine gun prattling. Any normal human being would’ve taken a breath by now, but not her.
Han Qilu looks at Mankuai, who’s staring at her reflection. Her heart seems empty, and at this point, he doesn’t know how to respond to Jiang Yuan.
Qilu doesn’t respond for a long time. Jiang Yuan suddenly becomes suspicious; so she shouts over the phone: “Are you even listening, you stinky boy?!”
“Well… .” He feels relieved that his voice sounds normal again. “I’ll come home soon.”
“If you’re not home in half an hour, don’t come back. There are many people who would want to be in your place. I can pluck one out from the streets! You can find out for yourself!” She goes off again like a machine gun that she doesn’t hear his response. He stares at his feet the moment he hangs up.
Then, Han Qilu starts moving quickly.
“Qilu… .” Mankuai realizes he’s not looking at her. She reaches out to stop him. “Please don’t go; stay with me.”
Her invitation is tempting, but he’s not interested in staying. However, he can’t show that, so he pretends to be in a dilemma. “I’m sorry, Mankuai, but you know my mother. You heard her. She does what she says.”
“She won’t deny her son, would she?” Mankuai frowns, aggrieved. If he was someone else, she would’ve sent them packing.
“I don’t want to test it.” Han Qilu reaches out and pinches her face. “Don’t apply lipstick. My face must be smeared all ith it now.”
Mankuai looks at Qilu, bemused. She remembers that Han Qilu doesn’t like her kissing him when she’s wearing lipstick.
But there are a lot more people she knows whose quirk is having her kiss them with her red lipstick on.
“I’m using your bathroom,” Han Qilu says, picking up the shirt he discarded on the floor.
She drops her gaze at the hickey she left on him before he disappears to the bathroom.
Despite knowing she’s lost this time, she still smiles. Next time this moment presents itself, she’ll have him before he regains his memory. She’s confident of that fact!
Han Qilu sees the large mirror the moment he enters her bathroom. A bevy of cosmetics litter the counter. It’s too much, even to him.
