Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 121-122

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Translated by newbienoona

Edited, and proofread by anks

TL: hara kiri- ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword, formerly practiced in j.a.pan by samurai as an honorable alternative to disgrace or execution.

"You're thinking I want to do it?" Han Qilu's jet black pupils all of a sudden become more prominent. When his vision falls on her neck, he loses his ire.

He bends down to steal her breath. He kisses her lips mercilessly, finding it hard to pull away. This witch may be stubborn like a dog, but he doesn't know how this stupid little woman quietly started infiltrating his heart.

An Chuxia has long stopped thinking. Any reason for her to do anything at that moment is now in disarray. He is quite an excellent kisser; it is evident he's had practice and have been in relationships. As she resorts to this thinking, she sticks out her hand to make an effort to break away from his kisses. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d, let go of me!"

"Let go of you?" he stops and narrows his eyes; she could see l.u.s.t and danger and anger. "You choose to revolt while your man is kissing you, hmm?"

She gawks, as if to say no. For Kang Wen to release her, she acted compliant, suppressing her anger. Whatever remained in her brain convinced her to say no! She would've committed hara kiri immediately but she fears pain.

"So, you like that man?" Han Qilu lets himself cool off from her. He looked like he wanted to swallow her alive, and that made her fear him.

"I didn't like it!" She sees his rage dissipate as she shakes her head decisively. "It was all just an accident."

"Accident? Do you want me to tell you what I think?" His calmness makes her shiver unconsciously. Qilu is turned on as he sees her quiver. "You d.a.m.ned… ."

He suddenly rains scalding hot kisses on her neck, overwhelming her senses. He alters his gnaws with nips on her lovely neck. Her tears appear as he scorches her with the burning kisses.

"I'm sore, it hurts… !" Drops of ice cold tears shed from the corner of her eyes. How could such experiences that should be spread out over a long period of time happen in a few days?!

It hurts him listening to her cry. He unexpectedly becomes gentle. Being aroused for a while, he looks at her neck and studies his kiss marks. Smiling unexpectedly, he says, "Now you no longer bear his marks. You belong to me."

You belong to me… The words seem like a spell wrapped tightly around her heart. She looks at him and knows he must make a step. Suddenly, her heart does't fear death. Hugging him at the waist, she asks, "Wasn't I who kindled the fire? Why don't you let me douse it?"

She doesn't know why she a.s.sumed he won't do anything to her… .

This boy has knocked her up and down before staring at her small chest. "Because… However, you can't raise my interest!"

Then he curses, rolls over, and heads to the bathroom to take a bath.

"One of these days, I'll kill you, Han Qilu! I say you have issues!" She bellows loudly, knowing the room is soundproof. As the door closes, he examines his thoughts.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited, and proofread by anks

TL: Yama- Traditional Chinese G.o.d of death or destination of souls. Some elements are incorporated in Buddhism.

"I don't think it's alright to stir up trouble!"

The look he gave her made her tremble. She clasps the quilt blanket over her head. She dare not say anything. Ugh!

**

On the other side of town, Jasmine screeches. "What do you mean, Kang Wen? You're giving me a million to go as far as C City? You're good-for-nothing!"

Kang Wen remains una.s.suming as Jasmine curses him. Ordinary people think only about consequences. He thinks of the overall situation. Since he's responsible for project performances, he rates highly. In fact, is success is double anyone's success rate.

He looks at her seriously. Suddenly, Jasmine is cautious around Kang Wen. He's lost his usual restraint. "Don't be shameless, Jasmine. A million is enough to feed you for a long time. If you don't want to go to C City, I'll have you meet Yama for a drink!"

As his voice fades, the door breaks open and several bodyguards drag Jasmine out without explanation. She wonders how his personality changed so drastically. He used to grant all her requests. Maybe he changed because he's vexed!

Maybe he's like those people who don't pay attention to things when they're easily obtained. He belongs in a world where he regrets nothing once something is gained.

"Release me! My dear, I'll go to C City, C City!" She turns her head toward him. He plays with his ring on his finger and the bodyguards immediately halt and release Jasmine. She runs toward Kang Wen and kneels before him. "I was wrong. Please don't send me to C City!"

He squats in front of her and tilts her pointy chin. "Darling, you're so quick in being compliant. You won't suffer. But did you really think you can threaten me with your cheap b.u.m? You also think the merger between Kang and Han can be broken based solely on your words? For that to happen, Han has to believe you're my faithful partner. You have to admit, you're not."

Her pupils constrict as she realizes he wants her dead. She starts shouting, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Ha ha!" Kang Wen smiles congenially. "I won't kill you… Give her a million and a ticket headed overseas."

"Yes, young master Kang."

She's stunned. "Overseas? I thought you said C City?"

Kang Wen loses his patience. He loosens his grip on her chin and pulls her to her feet. "A moment ago, you didn't want to go to C City. Sweetheart, I certainly can't make you go there. But don't worry. You won't starve even if I send you to a foreign country. One million yuan will be replaced with a million dollars!"

Scant with his words, he pushes her away. She grabs his hand as he takes a big step out of her room. He used to be discreet. Now, every woman will be afraid. He used to think a person who doesn't love is useless. As he ponders, An Chuxia's smile appears in his head.

He comes to a resolution as he clenches his fist. An Chuxia, I've decided to officially pursue you tomorrow.

 He taps a series of numbers on his phone and waits for the phone to pick up. "I need you to help me investigate An Chuxia from Stein College: her cla.s.ses, hobbies, and whatnot. I want all her information."

"Yes, Master Kang."

Under the dim light of the night, Chuxia's hand tightens around the pillow she sleeps on, turning over as sleep eludes her. She is unaware her seemingly trivial life is destined or doomed to be extraordinary.