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, G.o.d is so unfair, he gave him a good const.i.tution, a good family background . But his temper… Ah, dear G.o.d, 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 fas.h.i.+on 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 una.s.suming 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 rea.s.sures her faintly .

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, G.o.d is so unfair, he gave him a good const.i.tution, a good family background . But his temper… Ah, dear G.o.d, 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 fas.h.i.+on 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 una.s.suming 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 rea.s.sures her faintly

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