Chapters 189-190 (1/2)

CHAPTER 189

Why Don’t We Bed

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Han Qilu knits his eyebrows while his whole body relaxes. He cradles Chuxia’s head with both of his hands. He settles his hard chin against her clavicle and exhales loudly as he puts his full weight on her.

“How are you… .” She remembered him laying wearily on the bed. Her heart skips a beat unexpectedly. What is this she’s feeling? Is it affection toward him? No no! The idea is so preposterous, she has to kill it. Even if all the men in the world are dead, she won’t be sentimental toward the young master devil.

He and Xiang Mankuai have a past, and in his heart, he should still be in love with her. Even if he proposed to her twice in in the same place, this feeling is only temporary! It has to be!

“Let’s not talk. Let me sleep for a moment. I am so tired… .” His voice is strong but tired. He wants to retaliate at her but his will has disappeared. He just wants to hold her and sleep well. Listening to his words, An Chuxia, for once, is obedient. She shifts her body until he is completely peaceful.

Tilting her head, she looks at the tired face of the young master weighing heavily on top of her. She suddenly sighs. “Han Qilu.”

“Uhm.” He hasn’t fallen asleep yet. He closes his eyes gently as he responds to her. He and her… It is so hard to be so calm and be like this in this intimately ambiguous position together.

It is silent for a long time. An Chuxia bites her lower lip. Embarrassed, she says, “Can we move somewhere or change positions? I’m a bit uncomfortable.”

Han Qilu’s face changes. He suddenly opens his eyes and looks at her and couldn’t help but laugh. “An Chuxia, I discovered you’re really… a fairy.” He slides off her body and on to one side of the sofa. With one arm, he pulls her tightly against his chest.

Fairy? If she is fairy-like, she can use magic to get her mother back. A touch of sadness flashes in her eyes. Despite smiling deliberately all day, she is actually unhappy. Subconsciously, she has sought refuge in Han Qilu’s arms. In this manner, they both silently fall asleep.

A few hours later, An Chuxia opens her eyes only to be greeted with Han Qilu’s resting face. Knitting her eyebrows, she fishes out the cellphone from her pocket. Pressing a key, the screen displays 7:32.

Oh! They actually slept together for about four or five hours! She pushes Han Qilu. His eyes open slowly. There is no trace of emotion in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s half past seven and I’m starving to death. Also, can I trouble you to loosen your grip? My whole body is sore and painful! I’m blaming you, you level ten idiot. We have a bed, why did we sleep on the sofa? Bah! I mean, we could’ve slept to sleep, and you cuddled me… It is sick. You… .” Han Qilu’s complexion is getting worse and worse. She blinks and immediately puts on a dog-leg expression. “Gege, we need to go home and eat.”