Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 81-82

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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

An Chenchuan's room is predominantly brown. The hues remind her of the Milestone's Hotel Presidential Suite.

For a boy, you have a neat room, An Chuxia says to herself. In her head, she pictures a boy's room to be littered with smelly socks, a muddy basketball in the corner of the room, and clothes stacked messily on a bed.

But this is clean.

An Chuxia's surprised expression amuses An Chenchuan. He scratches the back of his head and says, “My room is neat because I often have friends over. But, An Chuxia, have you ever been in a boy's room?"

She pauses for a minute before rendering her answer. “I just thought… No, I have never been to a boy's room. This is my first."

Her ordinary words made him blush, but fortunately, the room is relatively dim. An Chuxia did not notice. Otherwise, he might as well be dead.

Suddenly, An Chuxia remembers why they were in his room. She sits by his desk. “You just said you didn’t understand a question? Let me help you."

What they didn't know, is that, someone is actually outside the door; a shadow pulled long by the old lamp. Yellow light falls on his angular face. No matter when, no matter where, he seems like he s.h.i.+nes brightly.

An Chenchuan runs quickly to retrieve the papers out of the drawer. "I don't remember how to solve this problem. It's useless. The city exam won't have the same problem, would it?" he asks about the chemistry problem.

She nods in acknowledgement and draws a chart.

"You see, this question is actually very simple. Don't be anxious about how long the problem is. Just understand the relations.h.i.+p between the chemicals. Three sulfur oxygen… ."

A few minutes later, An Chenchuan gets it. "An Chuxia, you're really great in a.n.a.lyzing these problems."

She smiles in embarra.s.sment. "You could, too, if you understand it."

She stops talking and awkward silence falls on them.

"An Chuxia." An Chenchuan's eyes become serious. "The letter I gave you in school, did you read it?"

An Chenchuan… Han Qilu curses his name in his head. Surely, the letter he gave is a bold move! But it doesn't matter now. He's already An Chuxia's brother.

He doesn't know why he's so bothered about this matter. Is it male pride and possessiveness?

His face stiffens. He wonders how she'll answer An Chenchuan's question. Would she end up telling him he tore the letter? Oh, I don't care!

She is just about to respond when Chenchuan speaks up. "It doesn't matter. I know you will not agree… ."

She shoots Chenchuan a confused gaze. Suddenly, she's puzzled. That envelope didn't contain a challenge question?

"Actually… I'm sorry. I lost the letter. But what did you mean by it? What was in it?"

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

An Chenchuan is surprised to see An Chuxia look so calm. His primary thought was that she'd be disgusted after letting her know how he felt about her. If nothing else, wouldn't he be able to tell if she is disgusted?

The letter is a confession after all. He thought about it all night.

But since she says she never read it, he can tell from her eyes, she isn't lying. Maybe he has a chance. He is relieved.

"Why are you laughing all of a sudden? I was asking you what was written in the letter. Is it a challenge question? Because the day you beat me on challenge questions, I'll be ready for that fight!"

Her serious expression is one he just wants to kiss. He just shakes his head. Her voice is intoxicatingly magnetic.

"I'm just laughing at how you might have lost it." He pauses as he straightens his posture. "An Chuxia, the letter… ."

"Have you two been here the whole time?" Han Qilu smiles at An Chenchuan as he hovers by the door. His right hand is casually pocketed in his pants. He posed like he was doing a cover shoot for a magazine.

Han Qilu is greedy. Even if that item annoys him to the bones, he doesn't like anyone getting half of what he owns. Just like An Chuxia. He maybe miserly with their relations.h.i.+p but that doesn't mean anyone can have it either.

An Chenchuan is surprised. He didn't expect him to show up. Although he is smiling, he is clearly aware Han Qilu's smile is full of contempt.

"Young master Han," he acknowledges him. His father taught him not to offend the Hans. It is not flattery. Han Qilu is the king, and people can't but look up at him.

How can this be? Seeing Han Qilu makes An Chuxia a bit unhappy. She's been curious about the contents of the letter. But he appears every time when she hears about it!

"Ah, you siblings left me and I am lonely," Han Qilu may or may not have intentionally spilled the relations.h.i.+p between An Chenchuan and An Chuxia.

An Chenchuan is no fool. He heard Han Qilu's words. He can't fathom why he said that. Is it because he, too, likes An Chuxia? Didn't he hear he had a woman before?

"We were just a.n.a.lyzing a problem. As a senior, I doubt you wanted to listen to it," she says.

To suppress his anger, Han Qilu answers, "Of course not! It's not like I need something like that to be explained to me again. I just came to tell you, they're finished and we are waiting on you so that we can leave."

She thins her lips. She still can't have a harmonius relations.h.i.+p with Qilu.

"We'll meet before cla.s.s starts tomorrow." She nods slightly to Chenchuan, bypa.s.sing Han Qilu on the way out.

Qilu smirks as he exchanges glances with An Chenchuan. "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Chenchuan is shocked; Han Qilu spoke to him!

“I just have a question to ask you."