Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

When I lowered my head, I realized that the belt had been fastened and a beautiful bow was tied.

"Come here." Han Qilu waved to her, he poured a glass of red wine from the bedside table and sat on the sofa. He raised his eyes to see An Chuxia still standing there vigilantly, so he gave up: "Forget it, just stand if you like."

Hearing what he said, An Chuxia pouted her lips and sat down on the stool opposite him: "What do you want to say when you ask me?"

Taking a sip of red wine gracefully, Han Qilu asked her unhurriedly, "What did you see just now?"

To be honest, she saw everything. Although it was only that moment, the shock that shocked her might not be forgotten in a month. Wow! Mom, I don’t get sores on my ass, do I? When I was young, I often heard old people say that if I look at things I shouldn't look at, my buttocks and eyes will get sores.

Looking at it with an erratic look, she said with a dry smile: "The weather will be nice tomorrow, um, it must be nice!"

He knew that An Chuxia was deliberately breaking the topic, but her technique of breaking the topic was really bad, right? Rolling his eyes, Han Qilu sat up straight, raised an eyebrow and asked, "My brother, have you seen it too?"

"Puff...cough cough cough cough!!!" She was choked by her saliva suddenly, and her throat was as uncomfortable as a fire. It took a while to slow down a bit.

He touched his chin thoughtfully with one hand, and looked at her with a slight contempt: "I didn't ask you to agree, what do you do with such a big reaction? I ask you..."

"Don't ask anymore!" Han Qilu interrupted him immediately before he finished talking about An Chuxia: "I saw it, can I see everything, right? What's so great about seeing such an ugly thing! "

So... the ugly thing? Is this being despised?

Han Qilu fixedly stared at An Chuxia, until she flushed slightly, she turned her eyes away slightly: "You misunderstood, I just want to ask you, do you want to know what was written in that letter."

An Chuxia's heartbeat gradually returned to normal. When he met his squinted eyes again, she moved her lips and said, "If you want to say it, you can say it, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

I feel that An Chuxia is angry, what is it? Because he interrupted her reading at night and asked her to come to his room, was this question asked?

Han Qilu rarely had the same temperament as her, and said softly, "I like you."

She clenched her fist, widened her eyes and let out an "ah" in a bit of confusion. However, Han Qilu just lowered his head and chuckled: "Don't get me wrong, it's impossible for this young master to like a woman as deep as the Pacific Ocean. I mean, An Chenchuan, I like you."

The night wind blew in through the open window, and An Chuxia's long hair fluttered. Against the light, An Chuxia's white skin lined her like a ceramic doll.

"What are you kidding?" To be honest, she thought that Han Qilu had him...Bah, baah, what was he thinking about!

——We may try to socialize.

She was still vivid in the conversation between Han Qilu and her last time. God, what's wrong with her?

"So, you hate him? An Chenchuan." The deep voice has the power to easily confuse people, An Chuxia slightly raised her head and looked at Han Qilu.

Do you hate An Chenchuan? Because his father originally belonged to her. Do you hate him for this reason?