Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 37-38

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Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

One would think Han Qilu would be affected by Mingluo and Hanyu's interruption. Instead, he deepens his kiss like he wants to make her part of him.

An Chuxia, on the other hand, responds differently. The voices gave her the strength to push Han Qilu away. She raises her hand and slaps him on the face.

More than likely, this would be one of those kisses Han Qilu would give her and won't be able to forget. But it's also a kiss she doesn't want to remember… .

He rubs his lips, upset with what just transpired. An Chuxia wraps her arms around knees and starts sobbing. At first, quietly. Gradually, it became hysterical.

“An Chuxia,” he says. “I think… our relationship can move on from a mutual dislike of each other to something better."

Her body stiffens. She stops crying. However, she doesn't lift her head from her knees.

"Of course, I'm not fond of the implication. I just… you're from a poor family whose mother became an organ donor to my father. You've been selected to be my fiancée, and I let you wish it once… Maybe we should… try and talk."

Qilu has never said these words to any girl so he asks her with a voice that's barely a whisper. Although the content of his speech is not refined, his focus is on the last sentence: ‘we'd be able to… try and talk.'

After a few seconds of silence, An Chuxia raises her head. Her face, stained with tears, stares at his calm eyes without letting him see what she was thinking.

After a long time, she slightly opens her lips, and spits out a word.

"Get lost!"

She knew he was embarra.s.sed as he spoke those words to her. If, for nothing else, Qilu is like a doll: happy when it's kissed, unhappy when it's kicked.

An Chuxia knows he's unhappy. Who would make a big deal at the end when a person responds with 'get lost'?

With clenched teeth, he says, “An Chuxia, I am giving you one last chance to play. Isn't it enough for me to say it's you I like?"

“I told you to go away” She turns to grab a pillow from behind her and throw it to Han. “You demon, I don’t want to ever see you again!"

Han Qilu easily blocks the pillow and bats it to the ground.

“An Chuxia, you’re bringing this trouble on to yourself!"

Thud! Rapid footsteps follow the opening and closing of the heavy door. If not for the door being heavy, Han Qilu would've taken his anger on it and ripped it from its hinges.

Her right hand tightly clasps the sheets. Once again, she cries for her mother. "Why am I always misunderstood?"

She knows she is poor but should she be robbed of her self-esteem too?!

She doesn't understand why Han Qilu takes every opportunity to humiliate her time and time again. The only thing she surely understands is… she hates him!

　　Downstairs hall

“Yo, shouldn't Han Qilu look happy?” Ling Hanyu asks as he looks at his legs while smiling. “I hope the two of us didn't disturb you? Next time, we'll make sure it won't happen again."

Ling Hanyu doesn't notice any wrong. However, Xiao Mingluo notices something about Han Qilu seems amiss.

“What happened? Your face… it doesn’t seem right."

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by lhie

Han Qilu doesn't answer Xiao Mingluo. He takes a cup of tea from the table and takes a sip from it. He asks coldly, “My mother?"

Ling Hanyu replies, “The author got a call and rushed out. She took off with a bag and told us to tell you to care of her xiao An Chuxia. Otherwise, you will be waiting death when she comes back … ."

Holding the cup tightly, he accidentally squeezes it too hard and breaks it. The maids standing next to him clean up the porcelain fragments very quickly.

“Leave it!” Han Qilu instructs the maids as he takes another cup and throws it on the ground. The cup breaks into countless pieces.

What’s going on here? Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu exchange looks with each other. Their heads shake, unaware of what transpired.

It takes a long while before Han Qilu's stiff face eases up.

“Hey handsome guy, this ugly face isn't you… You're not satisfied with your Xia Xia skills?” Xiao Mingluo teases lightly, hoping his small joke will lighten up Han Qilu's mood.

But the small joke backfires and Han Qilu takes his anger out on him.

“Shut the f**k up!”

Xiao Mingluo can't help but be surprised at the loud lion-like roar. Ling Hanyu is scared for Xiao Mingluo, so much that he hides and tucks his neck. It's never fun being around Qilu when he’s angry.

One knows, if you want to cherish your life, stay away from Han Qilu!

Despite Han Qilu's roar, Xiao Mingluo stands upright. Before clawing at each other, Ling Hanyu holds on to Han Qilu by hooking an arm around his shoulders and another around his neck.

“Brother, ah. We've played together since birth and with all these years we've grown together… what good is it to hide things from us? If you're not happy, say it. We can solve these problems together.” Xiao Mingluo says sincerely. It is rare for him to show this side of himself.

Ling Hanyu raised his eyes, but also echoes the same sentiment “Well, Han Qilu, don't you think of the two of us as your brothers?"

He bows his head in silence for a few seconds. Suddenly, Han Qilu starts to relax. He raises his hand and takes Xiao Mingluo by the shoulders and casually looks at the general direction of the stairs. “In fact, it is nothing particularly big."

“Go away!”

She deliberately brings out his anger, and the devil it may be, she adds fuel to that fire.

His expression seems relaxed but Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu quietly listen to Qilu to say anything. He does say half of it… but it’s the other half he leaves out is what they’re expecting!

Both Mingluo and Hanyu feel stifled!

“It’s not… Han Qilu, you’re not responsible for this! Sure, you set the fire intentionally but you eventually fought the fire instead of aggravating the situation. You’re not really cruel to intentionally hurt someone!” Ling Hanyu walks to his friend to defend him. “Today, you told her not to go, she shouldn’t go!”

“Well, what I said was… .” Han Qilu states while lifting an eyebrow.