Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

With an embarrassing smile, he left Han Qilu's arms and said, "I just had a sudden stomachache just now. It looks good now, but it still feels a little painful. I'll buy a bottle of Zhengqi water to drink. You can wait for me here.

This time, Han Qilu didn't let her go alone. He pulled her cold wrist between her feet and said, "What is the reason for leaving me waiting for you this time? Are the doctors in the clinic bad tempered?"

His tone was a little aggrieved, as if she had missed a glance. However, his eyes were extremely firm, as if saying, ‘I must accompany you this time’.

"Puff..." She couldn't help laughing: "It's just heatstroke to buy a bottle of Zhengqi water. Okay! Can't you take you there like a child?" She wanted to get rid of Han Qilu's big hands. But he didn't let her break free, instead he held the ground tighter. He raised his eyes to meet his eyes, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Hands."

He ignored her, but took the lead to walk in front of her and drag her out the door, and gently closed the door and led her downstairs. When walking up the stairs, the corridor was very dark, but Han Qilu was walking with her hand, and at that moment she felt extremely at ease.

The heart started beating irregularly. Is this strange feeling because of heat stroke?

It was almost noon when I walked out of the rental house again. Seeing that the time was too late for dinner, Han Qilu took out an umbrella from the car and handed it to An Chuxia, and then dialed the Han family's phone.

The content of the call is roughly that they will not go back and plan to eat out. Han Qilu only said a few words or two in bits and pieces, but he held a mobile phone for most of the day, probably because Jiang Yuanyuan was gossiping again. In the end, Han Qilu closed his eyes and hung up the phone.

When An Chuxia took a deep breath and opened his eyes, An Chuxia was still holding the unopened umbrella and standing in place with some distracted eyes. He was going crazy by that naive mother, and walked weakly. He took the umbrella in An Chuxia's hand and looked at her like a fool: "Don't tell me your family is so poor that you can't afford an umbrella. I don't know how to open the umbrella."

What he wants to say is actually just: Why don't you hold the umbrella?

Almost used to Han Qilu's cold words, An Chuxia blinked and said, "Under the big sun, what kind of umbrella is under the sun? I'm not that hypocritical!"

It turned out that this was the reason why she didn't hold an umbrella. He thought she didn't want his umbrella...it seemed to think too much.

Rubbing his temples, he pressed his hands on An Chuxia's shoulders with a bit of hatred, and said earnestly: "An Chuxia, what do you pretend if you don't hold an umbrella after heatstroke? If you die from heatstroke, I..." He suddenly stopped talking.

"How are you?" An Chuxia suddenly looked forward to what he would say next, and her heart beat her head like a deer. But she who is good at concealing her emotions remained calm and looked at Han Qilu almost indifferently. However, the obvious expectations in her eyes were still captured by Han Qilu one by one.

He immediately turned away from the guest, and stepped forward to An Chuxia's ear and whispered: "What are you expecting?" Looking at An Chuxia with flickering eyes, the cold sweat on her forehead increased.

"Who expected it? I didn't!" She turned her head, her lips paled from heatstroke looked even more delicious. Han Qilu stretched out her index finger to pick up her chin and forced her to look at him.