Chapter 337
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks and greenapple
“Don’t mention him, okay?” She closes the gap between them, clinging on to Han Qilu . “I only want you… . ”
“Do you?” He asks faintly . He remains numb, listening to her as she cries .
Upon hearing his question, she lifts her impeccably painted face and charmingly looks at him . “Whether it is eating, sleeping, doing shows or interviews, the person I was constantly thinking of was you, Han Qilu . Please forgive me?”
Qilu lowers his head and nods as he looks at Xiang Mankuai . She bats her false eyelashes like butterfly wings . With a cocked smile, Qilu leans over and tightens his arms around her as she tilts . A hint of joy fills her as she feels a more intense atmosphere surround her .
“Really… all this time you thought about me?” He retains his smile despite the cold look in his eyes . Xiang Mankuai cannot control Han Qilu, but he definitely has changed a lot .
He has become more dangerous… .
“Of course!” She doesn’t hesitate to point at his head . She looks back at him with reverence . Her hands snake from around his neck to the front of his chest, to undo the buttons on his shirt… .
One… two… three…
She immediately exposes his chest to the air . She suddenly feels hot . She presses her lips against the warm skin .
A bright red hickey immediately appears on his chest . But why is he remaining passive this time?
He used to think about what would’ve happened if they became a couple . Eventually, they’d end up doing it together . But then, that didn’t happen .
There had been numerous nights she regretted not taking the initiative . She didn’t want Han Qilu to think she is a woman of easy virtue, so she faked modesty… .
He lifts his hand to her zipper . Unzip . All she is left with is a delicate blue bra… ready to be taken off . She is proud of her body .
They nudge each other until they reach the bed .
“Qilu, I love you . ” She leans over to kiss him, but he avoids her . No, he shouldn’t be avoiding her… .
She had an opportunity to kiss his lips, but in her trance, she turns toward the bed . A casual smile spreads on her crimson lips . “Han Qilu… . ”
She was expecting a kiss to fall on her lips, but instead she hears his cold and deliberately suppressed voice say, “How cunning of an actress are you to be able to casually get to be alone, with a man, let alone, one in a hotel… . ”
She doesn’t understand what he means, instead, she stretches her arms around his neck . “It doesn’t matter because you’re my man… . ”
“Am I?” He squints a bit as he smiles lightly .
He doesn’t know why, but suddenly, the person he sees is An Chuxia, with the slightest bit of face powder: pure, youthful, clean, beautiful, desirable .
Unconsciously, his cold lips dip . Mankuai closes her eyes, anticipating for his kiss to fall .
Millimeters apart, An Chuxia’s face disappears, and Mankuai’s face returns . He frowns . Frowning, he can’t stop himself . Instead, he diverts his kiss to her collar .
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