Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Vol 2 Chapter 30

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 .

Chapter end