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Chapter 422

The Master’s Temper



Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“Of course not!” An Chuxia scratches her head . Why is he so angry? He needs to control his temper .

Her heart still beats with an uneasiness as they walk toward a bonfire . She suddenly acknowledges a heavy weight on her shoulder . His hand is draped over it . Unconsciously, she’s become so accustomed to this behavior that she doesn’t shrug him off .



“Han Qilu… . ” She stares at his handsome face . Her face flushes .

She’s done . Really done .

She really likes him .  Her heart already belongs to him, but she doesn’t want to admit it .  Never .

“Well?” His eyes look back at her after he stares at the dark sky . He knew she was staring, so he asks, “What? Have you just realized that your husband is quite handsome?”

“Asshole!” An Chuxia shoves him away before stomping at his foot .



“Oh, that hurts a lot!” Han Qilu bends over and looks at his injured leg, exaggerating the pain .

An Chuxia licks her lips, glaring at him . Her arms, akimbo . “Don’t pretend . You’ve played this game before . By the way you’re acting, you should have a broken foot . Come on, if you’re going to exaggerate, make it a little one, okay?”


He isn’t happy with her grievance . “Can’t you act like you’re worried about me, wife? Give me some face!”

Han Qilu approaches An Chuxia . A strange smile paints his lips, and the moonlight casts a strange glow .

“What?” Han Qilu swallows hard, thinking this girl is so dead . His laugh is dark .

“Nothing!” An Chuxia flashes him with big eyes .

“What the hell are you going to… . ” (what?)

Han Qilu hasn’t quite finished his statement when his hands cup her face . Since she’s shorter than him, he has to tilt her head up .

“My young master, are you still hurt? Do you need to take off your pants so I can check your wound?” As she says this, she is repulsed with herself . She continues to talk, “Would you like me to? Huh?”

The expression on his face is akin to seeing a scorpion . He steps back quickly, and almost falls on the ground . If it wasn’t for his quick response, he would’ve crashed .

“Hahahahaha!” An Chuxia laughs until her stomach hurts . She sighs with relief . “Didn’t you say you want me to worry about you? How about now? Are you scared? Hahahaha . Do you still want me to worry about you?”

He knew she had him, and his face is cold . He remains mum .

Suddenly, the air cools . She knows that if he remains angry, it would be difficult to get back to where they currently are . She sits up and laughs . “I’m sorry . Are you angry?”

He looks back at her like she owed him something .

“Han Qilu ge, can you forgive me?” An Chuxia believes she’s being patient . She swears internally that if he continues the silent treatment, she’ll leave . If he doesn’t appreciate her, she won’t apologize .





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