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She shrugs. Although she despises Han Qilu, he's a better alternative to Jiang Yuan who keeps pressing her for answers. She's living such a difficult life… .

“What are you doing?” She decides not to lower herself to his level. After all, there are many ways to please the devil's parents. Her temper urges her on. Han Qilu, rather shamelessly, puts the mouse down and looks at her with a more serious expression.

“What do you think of me?” His strange and straightforward gaze makes her blush. d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n! She nervously holds her hands behind her back.

Han Qilu finds it entertaining to see her fl.u.s.tered. Suddenly turning impish, the corners of his mouth lift. “Don't you want to continue where we left off?”

An Chuxia regrets going to his room the moment he mentions that incident. But why should she retreat? Putting on a calm smile, she says, “I was worried you'd sneak off and go bowling without me.”

His eyes rest on her for a while. Then, he s.h.i.+fts his gaze back to the computer screen: one hand on the mouse, the other on the keyboard. He's pretending his full attention is elsewhere so she'd ask what he's doing.

The way he looks is… bad. Her brain conjures a pleasant image: a flirtatious girl, wearing nothing but an inch of wispy clothing. Her mouth enunciates something clear. The linen is down… .

An Chuxia's overactive imagination made her flush. She takes a few steps and moves a stool next to him. Then, she stares at the computer screen. The image leaves her disappointed. It's not a bad video, but it's a shooting game- one most boys play.

Han Qilu looks at her and frowns as she curses under her breath. His eyes knit. She immediately covers her mouth so she refrains from speaking. Now that she's seeking refuge in her room, she can't offend him.

In her former school, she used to accompany the princ.i.p.al to arrest the male students playing this game in the internet cafe. But this is Qilu… She blinks as Qilu beats an enemy. The team is almost guaranteed a win if Qilu is on the team.

Her gaze leaves the computer screen to leisurely look at him. He hasn't lost focus, and her heart flutters silently. A whisper drifts in her head: Zero test has a talent for this!

“Find me attractive?” Han Qilu suddenly turns around to face her. She is shocked at first but she recovers quickly. Qilu studies her face before she expresses a faint smile. “It's decent.”

“… Do you also love playing this?” Han Qilu points toward the computer screen with his mouth as he fires on his opponents in the game.

She shoots him a look from where she sits. Suddenly she feels dizzy, and her chest starts tightening. She feels like she's about to dry heave. Although she has never experienced motion sickness, she feels this is the closest she'll get to it.

She shakes her head and says, “Only boys play this game.”

“Then you should like it,” Han Qilu unexpectedly says. He is implying she's masculine. Shouldn't he be shameful for making such a statement?

Han Qilu is a mean-to-the-core man! In her heart, she curses him. She moves out of sight, desperately thinking of happy thoughts to ease her tension.

CHAPTER 130

Experience Poverty

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“We have some time before we go out bowling. Take me out to play.” Han Qilu doesn't hesitate to click on the task manager to quit the game on the computer.

He doesn't consider the feeling of his teammates as he leaves them unexpectedly. Slowly, she responds, “What did you say?”

He rolls his eyes and says, “I want to go to the place you used to live. Don't misunderstand me. I just want to experience poverty.”

Subconsciously, he wants to see where she lived. An idea flashes in his mind before adding, “I won't allow you to say no. Otherwise, I won't take you bowling.”

He doesn't understand why it's so urgent for her to go bowling, but he thought it's wise to use the threat as a bargaining chip. People with high IQ would see through his trick. If An Chuxia knows what he's thinking, it might be enough to spur his death!

She stares at him silently for three seconds before saying through clenched teeth, “Fine, but you can't cause me any trouble. Let me change out of these clothes.” She puts on a harness coat. The lower part of her body is dressed in a lacy, black floral mini skirt. She currently sports a valuable crystal necklace. If she goes back to her neighborhood wearing it, it might scare everyone.

The last time she was in her neighborhood, Han Liuhai drove a custom-built car to help her move her belongings and it scared everyone. She hopes her return would be more low-key.

“I don't think it's a good idea to change clothes.” Han Qilu's expression is a little stoic, but An Chuxia doesn't listen. She catches his eye and says, “I never used to wear skirts.”

Han Qilu raises his eyebrow slightly. “Don't use this excuse to waste my valuable time. Walk, don't talk.”

He pulls Chuxia by the collar and leads her out of the room. As he opens the door, he sees a fl.u.s.tered Jiang Yuan fleeing. She knows she's in an inescapable position and stands her ground. “I was just pa.s.sing.”

Ice cold pupils sweep up and down Jiang Yuan's frame. “Mother, your bedroom is on the third floor. Your writing room is on the first floor. I don't think there'd be any reason you would pa.s.s my room.” He doesn't wait for his mother to argue with him. With a clenched jaw, he warns, “You will perish at your own will if you dare eavesdrop or peep.”

He says the words to scare Jiang Yuan. Last year, she made a mistake and suffered the consequences of violating their agreement. He didn't speak to her, and she quickly felt stifled!

She doesn't hesitate to raise her right hand and make a pledge. “There won't be a next time! But… why do you have to go there? I didn't hear you clearly a moment ago.”

Han Qilu shoots her a warning look. Jiang Yuan covers her mouth and says, “I didn't ask that.”

An Chuxia is surprised at how impolite Han Qilu is regardless of their standing. He again grabs Chuxia by the collar and tows her outside until they reach his sports car. He seats her in the pa.s.senger seat.

She remembers the last time she sat in the car… she wanted to leave! Subconsciously, she looks at the interior of the car. It doesn't have any trace of filth. It's like the day of the rain never happened.

“Lead the way.” Han Qilu a.s.sumes she remembers how to get there. He's surprised to find out he overestimated her. Chuxia says in embarra.s.sment, “I don't remember.”