Chapter 315
Oh my! Han Qilu is back with his power-packed kisses . (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)♥(˘ ε˘ʃƪ)
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
After all is said and done, twenty minutes have passed . The crowd has disappeared, giving An Chuxia a sense of security . How is it that she returns from the toilet and the basketball team is gone? Even Meng Xiaonan is gone, and only Han Qilu is standing there .
Why does it feel foreboding?
“Where did everyone go?” She walks slowly, and stands three meters away from him .
“Oh I just wanted to tell them something quickly, and they left after that . ” As he says those words, Han Qilu faces the light . An Chuxia’s face suddenly turns red again, like the Fuji red apple kind!
She feels anxious, panicky, strange and uncomfortable~~
The heart is reviled: Damn, An Chuxia, don’t blush, what kind of strength comes with the rapid heartbeat . Look at him, how can he be so calm and she be alarmed?
Bah! She should not!
An Chuxia’s subtle expression doesn’t escape Han Qilu’s eyes . He looks at her, and can’t help but smile at her mischievously .
An Chuxia looks very cute… People can’t help but notice .
Acting on his feelings, Han Qilu slowly extends out an arm and wraps it around An Chuxia’s waist, his other hand secures the back of her head . Her lips open like petals, when he descends with no warning on hers… .
“Well… . ”
An Chuxia struggles a little, and her heart shouts angrily: kisses, kisses, and kisses again!
The more she struggles, the more his desire is stimulated to conquer her . He tightens his grip on her to increase the pressure . He takes her body, and with his tongue, he forces her to open her mouth, wanting to occupy every part of her… .
“Han (%)… … uhh uhh (%)… … uhh uhh (%)… . ” An Chuxia struggles, she wants to shout in pain, but Han Qilu doesn’t want to give her the opportunity, making the kiss more intense… .
Being forced to hold her this way is such a pain! An Chuxia leans backwards, trying to avoid the ferocity of his kiss .
An Chuxia doesn’t know her body is bowing backward . Nima, Han Qilu will just bully her to succumb, refusing to let go of her and her lips… .
Han Qilu, I curse your ancestors… but not this way .
An Chuxia sympathizes with his ancestors, but Jiang Yuan and Han Liuhai could’ve cut her off, and it would be a sin to take advantage of them .
“Focus!” Han Qilu says coldly .
An Chuxia’s heart thought he was going to spare himself . She didn’t think… .
“You… well… . ” She begins to speak, but Han Qilu’s lips bully hers .
An Chuxia’s eyes start tearing . Young master, can you not be so ferocious? My waist is about to be cut off… .
But as her heart starts weeping, the unexpected happens .
Bang! The sound may be muffled, but it forces Han Qilu and An Chuxia to fall on the ground .
An Chuxia suddenly feels like Venus, what an idea!
And her lips, because they fell, are finally liberated .
“A week’s worth of kisses isn’t enough . ” Han Qilu presses up against An Chuxia’s body . His hand reaches out to her ear while he stares at her swollen lips .
An Chuxia rolls her eyes . What is happening?
“Master, can you not be so fierce about it?” An Chuxia takes a deep breath .
She thinks, now that they’ve fallen, and her head is unclear, she clearly shouldn’t have any of these thoughts! Nope, no, no!!!
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