Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 35-36

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Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

“I think I'm fully rested, so I will go back to school.” She sits up. She still feels dizzy, but ignores it.

Dr. Jiang quickly stops her as she speaks. “You may think you're almost well, but let me measure your pulse and heart rate."

“But… .”

Dr. Jiang doesn't allow her to interrupt. “And even if your heartbeat is normal, in order to completely restore yourself, you should lie down and rest a day."

An Chuxia just ran a dozen rings around the playground, and now she needs to lay for one day? She was born in worse home conditions and sometimes, in order to save money, boiling a few pots of water to drink to stave off a fever has kept her alive and going.

She is not a daughter.

“Doctor, did you know I used to have a fever of forty degrees Celsius, but I did not have to worry about what was going on?"

She flashes a bright smile, a smile revealing she is strong and confident. So far, the reason for her existence is attending a key university.

“But, miss … .”

“Your restorative force is an amazing thing.” An Chuxia freezes at the sound of his voice.

She deliberately does not want to see him.

“Oh, young master, the lady said she would go to cla.s.s in the afternoon, but I told her it's best to rest at home for a day and attend cla.s.s tomorrow. You better persuade her."

Han Qilu acknowledges Dr. Jiang as the doctor takes his medical kit and leaves.

“Do not go to cla.s.s this afternoon and stay in bed.” Han Qilu glances at her. Then he takes an apple from her gla.s.s-topped table and casually bites a mouthful of fruit.

He leaves to out of his outfit and don a new Stein College uniform. He happens to see Xiao Mingluo and Ling Yu in the hall as he emerges from his room.

At first, he thought An Chuxia hasn't woken up, so he slips into her room.

He did not think she is actually awake… .

“You stay in your own bed.” She does not give in. She shoves the quilt over her as she casually jumps out of bed. She did not expect her legs to feel like jelly. All of a sudden, she loses control of her center of gravity, propelling her forward.

"Stupid!" Han Qilu doesn't follow the script; not rus.h.i.+ng immediately to catch her as she falls. He bites his cheek to stop himself from calling her an idiot.

The ancients would've said it's a great wonder how an earthly Han Qilu can be such a wonderful actor.

"To fall to one's death, I have to achieve clarity as to why I am to be with you." He reaches out for the apple and bites into it. When he has taken a few mouthfuls, he accurately throws the core into the pink trash bin. Then, he walks past An Chuxia, squats next to her, and smiles.

She maintains her position on the floor, her heart, cursing herself as being unlucky. Her feet remains twisted in her sheets.

The young master imagines this as his victory! “Remember, you're playing Han Qilu's game."

But his victory spoil is… An Chuxia lying there, motionless.

His heart suddenly lurches. Han Qilu leans in and pokes her. “Hey -."

An Chuxia suddenly turns her head toward him. A bit scared, he takes a little jump. In fact, it's shock, but he doesn't not want to admit to it.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by lhie

“Oh, what is the zombie doing lying down?” Han Qilu glances at her, but she still doesn't move. He begins to feel that something is wrong.

Pausing, he asks again, “Hey – do not tell me your feet are twisted because I can't help you with that."

She gives up hope Han Qilu will help her. Exhaling loudly, she plants her hands on either side of her body, exhausting her body strength to slowly come up to a sitting position.

During the whole process, Han Qilu just looks at her coldly. His eyes are devoid of humor. If she looks carefully at his eyes, they're like the abyss with traces of rage… Yes, he is angry.

He is so angry she refuses to ask him to help her get up. As a girl, she has really failed!

An Chuxia is still slowly trying to support her body. Her actions are very sluggish and deliberate… Because a piercing pain radiates the moment she puts pressure on her twisted leg.

Finally, Han Qilu looks at An Chuxia and helps her up. It is a bit awkward because he is very irate!

“An Chuxia, you get up slowly, like a dog!” He gives up helping her and stands up. He turns and takes a big step toward the door. He walks out and shuts the heavy door. The room returns to dead silence.

An Chuxia can't even be angry. She knows Han Qilu is the kind of person who will not care about her life or death, right? She must constantly remind herself he's a devil!

Arm stretched, she sits up. But now, a bigger problem looms in front of her. That is… how to stand up!

She cradles her head against her palm. Her dizzying headache makes her feel nauseous. Now she regrets not listening to the doctor’s words about taking a good rest. She feels guilty as sin.

Ding! The sound emerges from the opening door. He quickly walks in and squats in front of her.

“An Chuxia, your character is going to kill you sooner or later!” Han Qilu stretches his arm around the back of her neck while the other is extended behind the back of her legs. He lifts her and gently lays her down on the bed…. Like he was carefully laying out his most precious treasure.

She is just surprised Han Qilu came back to her room.

“Do not think about it!” he says like he's reading her thoughts. Han Qilu sits on the side of the bed and says, “You don't have to thank me. I just don't want my credit card is to be frozen."

An Chuxia looks at his feet and remains silent. She doesn't know how to say thank you.

“So you're not going to say anything?” Han Qilu frowns in displeasure: “Enough said!"

Confused, she looks up to Han Qilu “What's there to say?” Only then did she realize Han Qilu was teasing her, and he was actually laughing… .

She swears she really did not mean to ask ‘what’. It just took her a moment to react.

“An Chuxia!” Han Qilu says her name through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he bends over and pins her shoulder before planting a kiss on her lips.

Her close proximity to Han Qilu, made her react quickly. This time, she remembers to push him.

But the door suddenly opens… .

“Are we disturbing you?” Ling Hanyu asks like an idiot as he and Xiao Mingluo walk in. They quickly turn away and shut the door behind them.