“I must be crazy!” He walks back to the living room, muttering to himself calmly before sitting on the couch . He coughs a few times .
It must be the thick dust . I’ll be able to breathe when my throat doesn’t feel so dry!
No, he just handed her clothes . There shouldn’t be a reason why he’s become a fu*king chicken!
Chuxia comes out of the bathroom, dressed . She washed her hair with the shampoo . she doesn’t know if it’s expired, but she noticed many of her hair strands fall upon washing . Her hair looks abysmal .
It’s good her hair is quite thick . Otherwise, with the way they pulled, wouldn’t she look like a patient with hair loss?
“I don’t think there’s a hair dryer . ” Han Qilu searches, but only finds a dry towel and hands it to her .
“No worries, it isn’t winter . ” She smiles at him as she reaches for the towel . Fortunately, it’s not raining . The sun isn’t warm, but it should be warm enough for her hair to dry quickly .
Han Qilu doesn’t respond; he stares at her face . There are two scratch marks on her skin: one at her forehead and another on the right side of her chin . Even at that, the scratches are superficial .
“Sit on the couch and I’ll apply some medicine on you . ” It wouldn’t take away her scars but they can be disinfected . The nails can be toxic, and can cause inflammation .
“Oh, okay . I’m not worried that the scars will get infected . I’m not a delicate little girl . Actually, I didn’t think about it at all,” she says .
She’s being amenable just so she can feel Han Qilu be gentle with her this time . Such tenderness may never be hers to have again .
“It’ll hurt,” he says . He takes a cotton swab and dips it in the disinfectant .
The disinfectant burns the moment it touches the scar, making An Chuxia unconsciously frown . However, she doesn’t make a sound . To her, the pain is tolerable .
“Does it hurt?” Despite not saying anything, her twitching says it all .
“No, don’t worry about it . ” She shakes her head at Han Qilu . She suddenly looks at his face and sobs . “Han Qilu . ”
“Yeah?” He swipes the wound before discarding the swab . He picks up another and dabs it in the ointment .
“Thank you . ”
He’s shocked about her statement, but his disposition quickly returns to normal .
“It’s no big deal . Thank you?” What he wanted to say is, “you’re my meimei“, but he swallows the statement .
He knows An Chuxia wouldn’t want to hear that statement .
The wounds aren’t deep and they’ll heal quickly . Han Qilu packs away the first aid kit and says as he stands up, “Rest here . I’ll clean up the bedroom since it shouldn’t be that dirty . ”
“No,” she says as she fruitlessly tries to locate a clock in the room . “Break should be over and I have to hurry back to class . I have a lot of classes to make up for . ”
“It shouldn’t matter if you don’t return to class . Isn’t it good enough to have a tutor come over after class?” He is quite serious . “Steward Han will certainly help you get leave time . You can rest before going back to class . ”
She wants to say, “I was a bit shocked when I saw her, but it’s not like it’s going to happen again . ” Instead, she says, “Thank you . You must go back to class then . ”
“I’ll go . Have a good rest,” Han Qilu turns away and doesn’t look back .
She can’t sleep, whether it was in the living room or the bed . She ends up sitting on the couch . The appliances seem to not have been used in a while . She plugs the TV so she can watch .
She doesn’t intend on watching a show, but Xiang Mankuai jumps out of the screen, holding a microphone, blooming like a sunflower .
“I don’t intend on making movies,” she states .
“Why isn’t this a step in your domestic plans?” the reporter asks .
Xiang Mankuai looks like a fish as she bides time . She purses her red lips and chuckles before replying, “There’s no reason . I decided to go back to school . After all, I’m at that age where I should be reading . ”
“Are you ready to leave the entertainment business?” The reporter’s questions remains acute .
“Since the domestic fans are enthusiastic, I won’t quit the entertainment business, thank you . ”
The voices in the crowd die down as Mankuai and her bodyguards move away from the group of reporters .
“Isn’t she a D-lister? Why is she acting so confident?” An Chuxia mutters under her breath as she picks up the remote to change the channel . “Such bad luck! If I knew I’d see her the moment I turn the TV on, I would’ve tried harder to fall asleep!”
On the other side, Han Qilu walks to the school building . He’s not heading toward his class, but the third floor music classroom . The music classroom is their exclusive homebase, and if someone who’s not invited enters, their body will come out without a peep!
“Master Han Qilu, class is in session . Why aren’t you in your classroom?” A teacher passing by asks . However, Han Qilu doesn’t even look at him, ignoring him completely .
“Eh?” The ignored teacher isn’t angry; but judging Han Qilu’s expression, someone must’ve provoked him . Who would dare provoke the devil master? Their spirit is admirable!
Han Qilu walks directly to the classroom, the door is ajar . He kicks it open, but it bounces against the wall, suddenly shutting the door back at him .
“Damn!” Han Qilu is irritated, and he feels “xu xu xu” straight up .
He takes a few steps back, then does a flying kick against the thick door . The door opens with a muffled sound .
Ling Hanyu is half a meter away from the door, and if he was a beat slower, he could’ve been caught .
Seven to eight girls are squatting as they stare at Han Qilu . Xiao Mingluo has been gentle to the girls . Even when he breaks up with them, he’s quite the gentleman, which is not what Han Qilu is . Ling Hanyu, who’s been there since the girls have been rounded, is asleep under his hood .
Several of the girls scream the moment they see the evil Han Qilu .
“They’ve been squatting for a long time,” Xiao Mingluo says to Qilu .
“Just squatting? If it was a horse squat, it would be a bit more unorthodox . ”
Students attending Stein have background . Xiao Mingluo looks at Qilu . Definitely, a horse squat isn’t standard for girls,and he can’t be too strict .
“Come on, Qilu, I have something to tell you,” Xiao Mingluo calmly whispers to Qilu . “One of the girls is the mayor’s daughter, and one whose family has an alliance with the Hans . Do much and their family will be punished . ”
These rich kids get into fights, but for the sake of their family’s business, they have to carry some weight .
“You mean back off now?” Han Qilu squints, furious as a jackal .
This look means he’s very unhappy .
But the rational Xiao Mingluo wouldn’t allow Han Qilu do unfavorable acts . If they were boys, he’d allow a fist fight . But with girls, they need to be treated differently .
“Qilu, they’ve learned their lesson, and they won’t forget,” Xiao Mingluo is still trying to persuade . If he actually teaches them a lesson, it can cause a lot of trouble between groups .
“Do you know they’ve wounded An Chuxia’s face?” What if the wound leaves a permanent scar? Han Qilu stares down Xiao Mingluo . He says impatiently, “These girls are crazy . If they’re not set, they will bully her indefinitely . ”
Xiao Mingluo can clearly see the rage in Han Qilu’s eyes . He recalls his eyes when Xiaonan bullied Mankuai: the rage isn’t the same .
There is a strange mood regarding An Chuxia . After all, Qilu loves someone else, and he has no memories regarding her . Would his love still disappear or would it just remain hidden in the heart?
Then things become clear .
“Well, Qilu, if you insist on teaching them, brother, what can I say? I got you!” Xiao Mingluo speaks out of turn to help Qilu . At the bottom of his heart, he has to think of a way to redirect this event to a better outcome .
Chapter end
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