Chapter 383
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Let’s go, young master’s son . ” Steward Han pulls the bubble-covered dog .
Poor Batian can tell his master is in a bad mood, and danger is imminent . In self-preservation, the dog quietly follows the butler . From time to time, the dog looks back at Han Qilu . The dog’s eyes plead, “Master, I won’t do it again . Please spare me . ”
An Chuxia’s expression is equally sad . This is the first time in her life she’s bathed a dog, and it’s quite fun . Sadly, this is also the first time she’s caught playing, [and by doing so,] killed by the devil . [See the chapter title, and stare at the wall for ten seconds!]
“What the hell are you doing?” She watches the butler walk away before impatiently turning her eyes to Han Qilu . “I’m finally getting along with Batian . You know I used to be afraid of dogs!”
Han Qilu doesn’t listen to her . He just looks at her and asks, “Do you know if Batian is a bitch or a male dog?”
Of course she knows! However, why is he asking her this?
She hesitates . She blushes as she replies, “I know Batian is a male dog . When I was playing with him yesterday, I accidentally… brushed against… his little brother . ”
She is blushing so much, it reached the tip of her finger .
The devil’s face crumbles, like he consumed three hundred stools . He grabs her chin and forces her to look at his gloomy face . She frowns as she faces him .
“You’re so… . ” Halfway through his statement, he stops himself . What he could’ve said can be detrimental . In the end, he drops his hand and says, “Forget it . I lose to you . ”
“What’s wrong with you?” An Chuxia is puzzled . True, she gave the dog a bath, but it shouldn’t make his cross .
With thoughts in his head, Han Qilu turns and slowly walks down the hall . An Chuxia looks at him as his eyes look beyond the horizon . She can see his handsome face; the kind that gives people nosebleed .
She hears him whisper, “Well… I hear dog meat is delicious . ”
Eh? An Chuxia is stunned . She doesn’t understand what he means . It was only after finishing breakfast did she understand what he meant . He’s now sitting opposite her, drinking milk . He should’ve eaten a while ago . Was he waiting for her?
“Han Qilu . ” A smirk comes across her lips . “Were you implying… . ”
“No . ” Han Qilu may be muttering, but he quietly looks at Jiang Yuan and adds, “If you dare think like that, we will eat dog meat for lunch . ”
“Han Qilu!” An Chuxia calls him out in discomfort . What he said is excessive, and stingy! Humph!!!
Then he sips the last of his milk before wiping his mouth with a napkin handed to him . “I always keep my word . ”
“You… . ” You win .
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