Chapter 2 (2/2)

She stares at him. How can her first kiss at 17 be a reaction that leaves her baffled?

As An Chuxia recovers from shock, Han Qilu starts peppering her smooth neck with shallow kiss marks. All he wants is revenge; to let her know his contempt. But he doesn’t know how, or why, he seems to lose control. His kisses are becoming more passionate… .

An Chuxia musters her strength and pushes him away. “Master Han, control yourself!”

“Are you ridiculing me?” The young master is surprised to hear someone defy him for the first time.

“So, are you that proud?” Her eyes are getting cold. She pauses before spitting out: “Making out!”

“You don’t like making out? Don’t you want to get close to me, and then let me fall in love with you?” he asks, approaching her step by step.

An Chuxia unconsciously mouths off, “Birthright.” This guy… how narcissistic can he be? How can his narcissism know no bounds?

“How do you want to see this through?” Once again, Qilu holds out his hand, wanting to seize her by the shoulder. But he sees the anger reflecting in her eyes. Instead, Han Qilu resorts to pulling her toward him and have her fall against his chest.

“Ah- !” Han Qilu falls to the ground in a strange position. “An Chuxia! You’re dead, set the… !!!”

She doesn’t hesitate to look at him and say, “Look, I’m not afraid… So, leave!”

It takes all of his effort to leave her room. He says in a vulgar tone, “You will give me something to remember.”

Yes, yes, she surely will remember.

She sighs helplessly as she approaches the door and locks it. Days later, her fears are far from over. She must remember to lock the door before going to sleep!