Chapter 348
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
The man takes the bag of clothes, the twenty yuan, and the piece of paper with information . The name clearly reads: An Chuxia .
“This outfit isn’t expensive . It’s two thousand eight, after discount . ”
“Thank you,” he says before putting the outfit aside and starts undressing .
“Hey, what are you doing?!” An Chuxia takes a few steps back while she looks at him in horror . He doesn’t even look at her despite taking off his clothes, throwing it on the ground, then donning on the new garments .
The clothes unexpectedly fit him perfectly . The blue shirt with the white collar immediately makes him look taller and completely different from his haggard appearance . She stuns herself when she starts wondering if he’s actually good looking once he washes the blood off his face .
As soon as the idea pops in her head, she bites her tongue . When did she start thinking that way?
“Thank you,” he says, glancing at her . “An Chuxia . ”
The moment he mentions her name, she becomes weak in the knees . She inhales deeply, trying to hide her emotions . “That… blood on your face . Is it okay?”
She didn’t expect him to raise his eyes and say coldly, “Not my blood . ”
The north wind blows~
“It better not be your blood… So can it possibly be…[period] . ” “The period” isn’t spoken . He has already turned and left as she stands alone .
What kind of attitude! Doesn’t one have to show gratitude before leaving? How is it still like she owes him money instead of the other way around?! This is frustrating!
She looks up at the sky . It’s still not too late . She walks out of the park . She finds a familiar note in the trash can at the entrance of the park .
Isn’t that the note she wrote her bank card and name on? He didn’t even lose it! It turns out, he’s really just a liar! And she even fantasized about making a big profit!
It doesn’t matter… whether it’s two thousand-eight or two hundred-eight, she’s already lost the money . It may not be much, but it’s enough to be painful .
So really, it does matter .
**
The next morning, she stretches and settles in comfortably [in her bed] . She turns, and bumps into something firm . Her hand touches something soft… furry… .
“Don’t touch my head again . ” It’s a man’s voice! Startled, An Chuxia’s eyes widen . Han Qilu’s smiling face greets her eyes .
She lets out a sigh of relief before screeching the next second… There’s a man in her bed!
“What nerve you’ve got to kick me away!” An unhappy Han Qilu rubs his bottom as he stands up . His chestnut hair is messy, but innocent-looking .
“You deserve it!” An Chuxia sits up, but not before she gives herself a once-over . Fortunately, her pajama top and bottom are still on her . “What made you suddenly appear… Hey, wait!… Aren’t you supposed to be in the United States?”
Han Qilu sits on her bedside as he stares at her like she is an idiot . “Can’t I come back? Or is it more precise to say… you don’t want me to come back?”
“Of course I wanted you to come… Hey!” She pretends to spit . “I mean, why are you back so soon? Weren’t you supposed to be gone for a week?”
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