Chapter 379
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by greenapple
霸王硬上弓- (bawangyingshanggong)- to force one’s self/to rape
An Chuxia shakes the negative thoughts from her head, and walks up to the small house a few hundred meters away .
“Anyone home?” She cautiously calls out through the half-opened door . No one answers . Gathering her courage, she decides to push the door and walk in . As her slender fingertips are about to touch the stainless steel doorknob, a pair of large hands cover her eyes .
“Ah!” she screams and rocks her hard head backwards .
“Hey!” Han Qilu is caught unprepared . He falls to the ground, palms press against gravel, breaking skin and causing blood to seep on his hands . An Chuxia gasps when she realizes it’s Han Qilu . Relieved and embarrassed, she attempts to help him on his feet .
“Sorry!” She spits out . “But what made you think it was okay to scare me from behind?”
His steely gaze is full of hate . “An Chuxia, ah, An Chuxia, you will be the cause of death for your husband . ”
An Chuxia doesn’t dare say anything . When she sees his injured hands, she slowly helps him up and ushers him into the house to deal with his wounds .
“Are you personally tending to my injury?” He looks at her, staring at her dumpling-like hands, smiling .
“Of course! Otherwise, it’ll be infected . ” An Chuxia is quite satisfied with her masterpiece . She wraps the gauze into a bow before making an OK sign with her hand .
He helplessly shakes his head .
After the small bloody commotion, they both return to where she was lying . An Chuxia deliberately steps on Han Qilu’s shadow, and he suddenly stops . She smashes her nose against his back .
“Hey!” She extends her pointy finger and pokes him hard on the arm . “Why did you stop suddenly? You injured my poor nose!”
She raises her eyes to his just in time to see his burning gaze . For someone who can talk, she begins to stutter . “You, you… why are you staring at me?”
Watching her blush, a naughty smile spreads on his lips . “There’s no one around us for miles . If I’d force myself on you, then… won’t I succeed easily?”
“You… . ” An Chuxia is suddenly anxious . She inhales before taking a step back . “Han Qilu, you are too calm!”
“Indeed, this young master is very calm . ” He raises his hand and points to his little brother . “But it doesn’t seem to be calm . See, you’re made it… impressively erect! You touched it when you fell asleep . Why are you acting like you don’t have the power to make it rise?”
F**ker
An Chuxia blushes red as a tomato . Confused, she clumsily says, “You… you’re a rogue! I don’t understand you!”
She turns as she says those words, but he hugs her from behind . His body is hot against her skin .
“I’m not that kind of person, you little fool . ” Han Qilu isn’t wearing a shirt . The only thing he has on is a pair of Bermuda shorts, making him look tropical .
She glances at him . “You don’t dare!”
He’s noncommittal . He won’t dare?
He laughs .
How can’t he be daring? Being a man doesn’t mean not having the guts . He just isn’t willing to do that to her . He wants to ask her when it would be the best time, and the best place, and [right now] it’s not here .
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