Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Because of Han Qilu’s curse, she isn’t able to sleep well at all. She repeats the events in her head over and over again, and now, her face is red and hot. Not to mention her ears! Isn’t it that if your ears turn hot, someone is missing you?

Can it be Han Qilu? She tosses and turns until she falls into fitful sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

At 7 o’clock in the morning, Han Qilu goes down the stairs looking refreshed, wearing a light blue plaid s.h.i.+rt and dark red jeans. While yawning, he almost steps on a vase filled with scarlet kaffir lilies.

Red Kaffir lily

“F**k! Who put this here?” Han Qilu looks angry, and his eyes are now filled with fury. [This dangerous creature usually is bad first thing in the morning. =_=^]

“I’m sorry, young master! I’ll take this away now.” The innocent-looking maid rushes forward to get the vase. There has always been two vases of lilies on the bottom of the steps. It’s just unlucky that Han Qilu encountered them today!

“I’m sorry, young master! I’ll take this away now.” The innocent-looking maid rushes forward to get the vase. There has always been two vases of lilies on the bottom of the steps. It’s just unlucky that Han Qilu encountered them today!

“Han Qilu, don’t wake up early to be angry!” Jiang Yuan walks out of the kitchen with two gla.s.ses of milk on a tray.

Han Qilu snorts in response. Scanning the hall, he sits down hesitantly. He picks up the fork, stabs his food and fills his mouth. “Is that An Chuxia person in the kitchen?”

“What do you mean “that An Chuxia person”? She is my dear little An Chuxia!” Jiang Yuan argues in dissatisfaction. She lets out a heavy sigh before replying, “She’s not in the kitchen… I don’t think she’s come down. She’s usually an early riser.”

“Did the pig stay up all night playing games?” Han Qilu’s tone is a bit ridiculous, but he starts smiling. If anyone looked close enough, he seemed delighted.

However, Jiang Yuan didn’t find his tone humorous. How can her son compare her An Chuxia baby to a pig?! How can a pig call her baby Chuxia a pig?

However, Jiang Yuan didn’t find his tone humorous. How can her son compare her An Chuxia baby to a pig?! How can a pig call her baby Chuxia a pig?

Firm fists are planted on the hips. “Bunny rabbit, are you calling An Chuxia a pig? You’re in a foul mood today. Are you courting death?”

“Fine, I won’t call her that.” Han Qilu stands up. “I’ll go wake her up.”

He prefers getting An Chuxia up rather than quarrel with an old demon in the midst of menopause. He climbs up the steps without losing breath. His hand is on the doork.n.o.b, and he twists it, but the door doesn’t open!

“F**k! The pig actually locked the door!” He frowns. He takes his hand out of his pocket and starts rapping on the door impatiently. “An Chuxia, you dead pig! Open the door quickly before I slam against it!”

An Chuxia is in the middle of a deep sleep, playing chess with the chess master, Zhou Gong. [O(∩_∩)O~Senior Zhou Gong, your chess skills are superb~]

A cold wind blows. Han Qilu gnashes his teeth when he doesn’t hear anything behind the door. He takes a step back and rushes toward the door.

An Chuxia is in the middle of a deep sleep, playing chess with the chess master, Zhou Gong. [O(∩_∩)O~Senior Zhou Gong, your chess skills are superb~]

A cold wind blows. Han Qilu gnashes his teeth when he doesn’t hear anything behind the door. He takes a step back and rushes toward the door.

Hey!!!

After a loud bang, the door opens!

“What’s that sound? What happened?!!!” An Chuxia wakes up, losing the game to the master. She looks around, confused.