Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Volume 2 Chapter 520

Chapter 520 She Protected Me

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

“As soon as you regain consciousness, you start roaming around. Go back to your ward and get some rest,” An Chuxia says a bit too eagerly. She puts her pen down as she persuades him to leave.

He can see the worry in her eyes, and his heart twitches tightly, making him scowl.

An Chuxia sees him frown, and knows he's angry. She turns her head before moving her lips. “I'll accompany you.”

Han Qilu walks to her bed as he reaches out to her outstretched hand. Then, he hooks his finger under her chin, holding her gaze like he is about to bore a hole with his burning gaze.

Do you really like this woman this much?

Despite the fact that he lost his memory and has forgotten her, she doesn't despise him.

“What makes you so good, An Chuxia?” He suddenly asks.

She's suddenly confused, and doesn't want Han Qilu to look at her this way. He shoots her a complicated look, one mixed with pity. And really, she doesn't need pity, especially from him!

Suddenly, the thought of moving out of the Han residence pops into her head again.

She feels the force under her chin, and when it starts hurting, she steps back and subconsciously pushes away his hand. “I'm not feeling well right now. If you're quite bored, why don't you invite Mankuai to keep you company?”

Suddenly, Han Qilu feels irritated.

“You want me to call her to keep me company?” He clenches his fists behind his back, hiding his frustration from her.

She doesn't dare hope. But what can she do but wait? As someone had once said to her, taking the initiative to attack would only gain his disgust!

With this rationale, she counters him by saying, “Isn't it natural for a girlfriend to keep her boyfriend company?”

Han Qilu tightens his fist again. “I don't recall breaking up with you!”

The pupils in her light brown eyes narrow sharply. What he said to her on that day remains vivid, and the pain pierces her chest once more.

“Han Qilu, I don't want to fight with you.” After making her statement, she tucks herself under the sheets, and pulls the white sheet and duvet over her head. Then, she mutters, “I'm tired. Walk back to your room slowly. I won't see you off.”

She is trying to send him away! He turns around fiercely and says, “Remember what you said.” Then he leaves quickly.

She waits until she hears the door slam shut before she pulls the sheets down from over her head.

Now, she's truly alone, and the big ward suddenly feels very empty. Her eyes narrow and become misty.

* * *

“Master Qilu, we've been looking for you. Turns out you're here.” Han Qilu is still in a daze after rounding the corner and looking out the window. Since the media has been suppressed, he's not too worried about media seeking him out.

The doctor in the white coat continues talking. “The VIP channel has been opened for you. We can give you a check-up, and if we don't see any issues, you can be discharged in two to three days after observation.”

He subconsciously asks, “What about her?”

The doctor's eyes roll until he understands Qilu's question. “Technically, she can be discharged. Her foot injury shouldn't cause her much trouble, but Mrs. Han insisted she'd be discharged when you would… so… .”

Of course, he knows his mother spared no effort in matching them together.

Fragmented memories suddenly flood his brain. He closes his eyes. This time, he sees tents. A girl stands in front of him, and her back seems familiar… .

“Master Han Qilu?” The doctor asks him hesitantly. “Are you alright?”

“It's alright.” The clip is interrupted, and there's no way for him to recall it now.

Despite having amnesia, he knows he may never completely retrieve his past, but he still wants to have those memories back. It is time for him to comprehend what happened to him during that lost period.

“Let's go.” Han Qilu's eyes become clear.

* * *

The pigeons fly across the clock tower and into their nests like clockwork. The rush of footsteps shock the pigeons that have yet to make their way back to their homes.

“Slow down!” Liu Dongyu tries to catch up with Meng Xiaonan. He just ran a kilometer in his last cla.s.s.

“Just wait for me if you can't keep up!” she says loudly as she ran.

There aren't that many people left on campus with the exception of the students who are in the library.

She forgot her mobile in her desk. She runs up the steps to retrieve it.

Finally, she reaches the top of the steps, tired, despite her physical strength. She bends over and rests her hands on her knees, panting and wheezing.

Her heavy breathing subsides. Then she hears a sound that seems to be coming from her cla.s.s.

Since there's security in the College, there isn't any fear when going into an unlocked cla.s.sroom. However, no one's usually in cla.s.s during this time of the day unless they are retrieving something left behind like she did.

After going through the abandoned warehouse incident, she is a bit more cautious. She adjusts her breathing so it's inaudible, walking in as silent as a cat.

As she gets closer, she theorizes there's a thief in the school.

Despite Stein College students being rich, and it goes without saying that they don't have to go far if they want to steal, they'd break into the school! She's been poor before, but she knows better than to resort to thievery.

“Look, I won't report you!” Meng Xiaonan whispers to herself before entering the cla.s.sroom.

She pokes her head in a little bit, and looks inside. She is surprised when she realizes Xu Nian is the thief! She and her group of friends are laughing around her seat.

“So disgusting, jie. Are you sure you want to do this? What will you do if Jiangnan threatens you?” A girl with two pigtails asks her half-jokingly.

Xu Nian looks at the plastic bag she's holding and says, “I wish she'd be afraid of me. I'll claim innocence if she accuses me.”

“That's so disgusting, I wouldn't want to touch it,” the girl with wavy hair says. “Most people would be afraid to touch this!”

“I don't want to touch this. It's nasty!” the pigtails girl shakes her head like a rattle.

“Cowards!” Xu Nian says as she opens Meng Xiaonan's pencil case. Despite Xu Nian's disdain for her companions, she, like them, is nervous about what she's about to do.

The molluscs inside the plastic bag enchantingly twists between slender bodies. Holding back the urge to vomit, she reaches into the bag to retrieve the bodies and drop them into Xiaonan's pencil case. She sighs in relief once she completes the task.

“Wow, Nian, you're so brave!” The girl with the pigtails looks at her with admiration.

The girl with the wavy hair takes in a mouthful of water. “Will it be dead by the morning?”

“It makes no difference if it's dead or alive.” Xu Nian's eyes are cold. “I want to see her reaction in the morning.”

Meng Xiaonan hears the conversation from the doorway. Her lips thin as she looks at them with disdain. They are already in high school. Yet, she witnesses them play such childish games, praising her like they were still in elementary school.

With this in mind, Xiaonan realizes she can't wait any longer. Liu Dongyu is waiting on her so they both can visit An Chuxia.

Determined, she straightens her frame, and walks through the door. The pairs of eyes flicker as they see her. “Why are you here? Are you trying to steal things from our cla.s.s, Xu Nian?”

While the other two freeze, Xu Nian can't hide her glee. The game starts ahead of schedule. “I wanted to see if you were still in cla.s.s.” She smiles before saying, “We do share fate, don't we?”

Nian wanted Han Qilu, but An Chuxia is all he sees. Now, she has her eyes set on Xiao Mingluo, so now, Meng Xiaonan is the thorn. She needs to remove her!

“I don't think you and I are meant to cross paths.” Meng Xiaonan walks to her seat and slams against the girl in front of her. Upon reaching her seat, she bends over, pulls out her mobile from her drawer, and pick up her bag.

Xu Nian is quite concerned when she realizes Meng Xiaonan has no intention of picking up the pencil case. When someone's in a hurry, she might not even think of it. “Aren't you taking your pencil case home?”