Chapter 322
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia likes looking at Han Qilu’s inviting mouth; she likes it very much .
He stands up, walks in front of her, and touches her soft hair .
“Look at me; are you ready for my confession? First of all, this young master’s confession is one this woman will accept, of course, because it’s coming from me . ” Han Qilu says in a sing-song voice, breaking the subtle atmosphere between them .
An Chuxia snaps out of it, her face turns dark .
In her heart, she just has to shake it off and feel ashamed!
Of course, he’s shameless, this Han Qilu!
“Choose your own clothes . ” She pushes him away so he can choose his clothes .
Although she admits in her mind, she is fond of the statement: I want to wear the clothes you choose .
The way he says it is somehow inexplicably gentle and sincere, making An Chuxia’s heart beat faster . It also makes her think, because his words are soft, very soft .
As she thinks, a hint of a smile emerges from her lips .
An Chuxia doesn’t see herself smile, how soft and happy she is .
Of course, her smile and subtle facial expressions have all been witnessed by Han Qilu . Unconsciously, a smile emerges from his lips too .
This feeling… is good .
In the end, Han Qilu and An Chuxia select a few sets of suits . She hands him the outfits to try on . He bullies her as he links his arms around her waist and says, “I figure, you’d realize [what I mean] . ”
She remains mum .
Young master, can’t you be less brazen?
Finally, he calls the sales clerk, pays the bill, and carries the bags out of the store .
An Chuxia thought this would be the end, but… .
“Let’s go to the Central Square . ” Han Qilu throws the clothes into the car before facing An Chuxia .
“Ah?” She seems confused .
“Let’s go . ” Obviously, he doesn’t want to say anything, but he pulls An Chuxia by the hand and walks with her toward the Square .
“What are we going to do in the Square? It’s late . Let’s go back . ” An Chuxia looks at her watch . It is past nine, and she should go back or else the Lings will worry about her .
She had informed Ling Hanyu she might come home a little late, but not this late… .
“Go dancing . ” Han Qilu winks mischievously at her .
Well, An Chuxia admits, she’s energized .
Thinking about it, God is so unfair, he gave him a good constitution, a good family background . But his temper… Ah, dear God, since you’re partial to him, why didn’t you give him a good temper while you’re at it?
She really resents that .
It is the east that meets the west . Han Qilu and An Chuxia end up in the Square .
Central Square is a very busy spot . A lot of young people gather, wearing different kinds of fashion trends . They are skateboarding, wearing rolling blades, racing down Brush Street . There are street dancers… and they’re dancing provocative hip-hop .
“Go!” Han Qilu orders, pulling An Chuxia into the dance crowd .
“Follow the beat, and you’ll be very happy . ” Han Qilu is helping An Chuxia lose her inhibitions to the beat as boys and girls grind in rhythm .
Such handsome posture, an unassuming smile… .
Looking at him, he’s certainly the master . Poor An Chuxia stands out like a sore thumb, standing there… .
No, she wants to leave, like an idiot .
She thinks too much, trying to escape, but as soon as she takes a step, Han Qilu catches her, and doesn’t allow her to leave .
“I’ll teach you . ” He can see the concern in her face, so he reassures her faintly .
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