Chapters 187-188 (1/2)

CHAPTER 187

Not Permitted to Leave Me

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Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

TN: strong jian (强jian)- fearlessly attack/rape

EDIT: @clue1996 also adds as a translation: “Strong jian I think is “take advantage” or “violate” in this context, more seriously it would also be “rape””

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An Chuxia nods, agreeing without question. She casually takes the black dress into the bathroom, locking the door carefully behind her. She emerges a few minutes later, dressed. She cracks the door open only to witness a tired Han Qilu laying on the soft bed. Strange. Is he very tired?

If he’s really drunk, it might be why they’re at the hotel. She must thank him. Then, An Chuxia shakes her head. Forget it. If he’s so noble, he shouldn’t get a thank you for being angry, right? She quietly walks to his bedside. He has changed into white casual clothes. She gently sits on the bed. Her eyebrows knit, displeased.

This boy is a natural clotheshorse. He wears black shirts that can be considered old fashioned. But on him, it makes him look mature and of stable temperament… like black is his custom-made color. But since he’s wearing a white shirt, it contrasts his handsome, boyish look. He looks… angelic. Angelic? She can’t help but laugh at her thoughts.

The devil is a demon. How can he be an angel? She covers her mouth as she giggles. It is then when Han Qilu opens his eyes to see her giggling expression. With a serious expression, he asks, “Why are you laughing?”

Still smiling, An Chuxia answers, “Because… Han Qilu, how could you calmly lay in bed and sleep before a girl you’ve known for less than week? Aren’t you afraid she’d… strong jian you?”

Her satirical expression makes Han Qilu feel slightly irritated. He sits up and states, “If you’re willing to strong jian me, of course, I will not refuse.” He provokes her with his raised eyebrow.

Sure enough, her face immediately turns fiery red. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she tries to pummel Han Qilu with it. “You’re such a rogue!”

Han Qilu easily evades the pillow. Stands up, he asks, “Are you really short on money?”

Her mouth partially opens in surprise. She wants to whack him with the pillow, but she abruptly stops. She sizes up menacing profile, but calms down quickly. How does he know she’s short on money? She is fully convinced what Han said about her being drunk is true. Otherwise, he couldn’t have known she’s short on money.