Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 115-116

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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

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She wishes she could slap herself and delete what she said! Her mouth is definitely long and loose! She needs to stop spewing nonsense.

"Since you think this way about me, I think I shouldn't be selfish. So… ." Han Qilu pulls her by the shoulder, and kisses her on the lips. "What should I do when you've been so obedient?"

"I think I've been very good, ah." Since moving into the Han residence, she's been quiet. She doesn't want to be made out as someone lacking a lady's sophistication.

However, that doesn't seem to matter. Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu have once said counter attacks should happen in a timely manner, and not to back down when being pushed.

But did this boy just kiss her moments ago?

"Why did you kiss me?" She asks two minutes later. She wanted to ask the question discreetly before getting into the car but he was on cloud nine.

"My wife's response is quite fast!" Han Qilu's quip is deliberately lost on her. However, she responds, "There is nowhere to undertake… ."

Han Qilu looks at her. "Little girl, what got you so worked up? Why are you so bizarre? You uses to say I've damaged you or it's some type of something."

An Chuxia smiles dryly. "Times change. The heroine can't always be submissive. The readers wouldn't love that kind of character so I have to keep up with the times."

He taps her head like a melon. He laughs. "What is installed inside this head… ."

"Sh*t for brains, brains, brain cells, and whatever I've forgotten," she replies naturally. "Hey, Han Qilu, why is steward Han so slow today? It's been a long day and I'm tired."

She changed his name again and Han Qilu's good temper disappears.

"An Chuxia, you called me by my name and not husband…! Just then, I saw how you played Mo Xinwei. I don't know why she didn't fight back but I believe it's in her character to be desperate and retaliate against you. I suggest that I, your young master, be your patron."

Her skin prickles. Sucker!

Her heart bitterly scolds her. She knows the reason why she threatened Mo Xinwei is because she can't pull that sh*t in school and the best way to fight back is to teach her with ways she understands. Isn't this a good opportunity to show her servility, right?

She should just sacrifice herself. People know her personality is of one who won't marry. But for now, she can prove she is worthy of a man.

"I shall kiss you, husband, and give you a good massage tonight?" She vows through gritted teeth. But her saying it makes him quite happy.

"Remember your promise, my wife. Remember to say that in front of my parents. That'll make them happy." He pinches her nose until it's red like a clown's.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Steward Han sits in the driver's seat of the extended Bentley waiting on An Chuxia and Han Qilu. The first thing he says after rolling down the window, "Miss, you'll no longer be called what?"

When did she become a dog? In her anguish, she looks at Qilu's playful eyes. The light and wind plays on his eyebrows. He says, "No longer be called a small dog again."

Really, when did she become a dog! Despite being angry, she turns around again and paints on a gentle smile. "Steward Han, I think you're misguided. When you called… there was a car ad and it was being broadcast. What you heard is the radio."

She looks sincerely at the disappointed butler. “I thought, Miss, you finally relinquished."

Han Qilu goes through a laughing cough.

An Chuxia subconsciously says, “Husband!” She says this to steward Han. The butler didn't react suddenly this time. He chokes and continues coughing.

It's a sad sight. Han Qilu is smiling, and both he and the steward stare at her. While this all happens, an old lady pulling a child outspokenly chimes, "Mommy, that beautiful sister is going to marry the old uncle, ah?"

Old man, your sister! I am not married to the old uncle. The family is married to the old uncle. The whole district is married to the old uncle! An Chuxia wants to curse back immediately, but suddenly realizes the little devil called her… beautiful sister?

Ah ha ha ha, kids: got to love them!

To rectify the misconception, An Chuxia grabs Han Qilu and says, "He's my husband, okay?"

She opens Han Qilu's door while steward Han continues his coughing fit. "Steward Han, are you alright? I hope what I just said didn't scare you."

The steward waves his hand and says no.

"It's all right." She smiles and turns and she sees everyone looking at her. Gone are the strange eyes. They're replaced with envious ones.

She suddenly feels superior, and it feels good!

Han Qilu bullies her the moment she bends to get into the car and closes the door. Like a hungry wolf, he swoops down on her and bites down on her lower lip seductively. When he leaves her lips, he says, "I like you like this."

She likes it too, but she wishes he isn't so greedy!

"Patron husband, you have to cover me." Right now, she doesn't want to think about the exams and whether things would go right or wrong. Otherwise, what would happen to her?

Han Qilu looks at her. "Well… ."

Steward Han is the one rejoicing the most. While driving, he watches the young couple through the rear view mirror. His mouth, laughing in delight.

When silence falls, An Chuxia's wonders whether Han bofu and Han ayi would mind if she calls Han Qilu husband.

No, it's too shameful! They might as well kill her.

But that's not to say some people would really want to kill her! Mo Xinwei's face looked convoluted. She couldn't recall the first time she counted down to killing her.

Life is precious and she just can't worry. Her mother would tell her to fight for it.

As she stews angrily, Han Qilu holds her hand. Some time during the ride, her eyes get sleepy and she rests her head on him.

Chapter end