Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me

Send Clothes to the Bathroom

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

An Chuxia’s body is covered in cream: her shirt, her skirt. There’s so much cream, she’s embarrassed.

But the girl has the audacity to be aggrieved for getting a drop of cream on the edge of her shoe!

“But I’ve already apologized,” the girl says, talking back. “But you… hasn’t your mother taught you any better?”

“Don’t you ever talk about my mother!” An Chuxia reacts and quickly grabs the girl’s wrist.

The girl realizes An Chuxia is strong especially when she’s angry. An Chuxia’s vice-like grip makes her feel like she’s broken her wrist, and drawing her hand back might hurt even more.

“Ah!” The girl gasps for air and snaps. “Let go, you crazy girl!”

“Who are you calling crazy?” An Chuxia shoots the girl a frosty gaze. “Did your mother teach you to bully others so you can call them crazy?”

Her disdainful tone shames the girls siding with the bully, but one by one, the girls approach her. “An Chuxia, put down your dirty hands!”

Dirty hands?! An Chuxia focuses on her hand. The cream and the dark chocolate cake covering her fingers truly make her look filthy.

“My hands are cleaner than you!” An Chuxia says to the girl who’s staring. “Who taught you right from wrong? Don’t tell me it’s your mother!”

An Chuxia would never stoop so low as to shame parents, but the other girl started it.

“You’ve got a sharp tongue!” The girls rush as a group.

Unlike boys who rely on the strength of their fists, girls fight by pulling strands of hair, and scratching and slapping faces.

The cafeteria staff retreat to the sides, seeming accustomed to such situations. No one intends to diffuse the situation. They’d rather turn a blind eye than lose their jobs because of who started the fight.

An Chuxia is quick to avoid a slap on the face, but she accidentally steps on a plate and slips. She quickly grabs the side of a counter to steady herself. If she falls, she knows they’ll kick her.

Despite her attempts, the girls take advantage of her fall and start pulling her hair with vengeance.

Xiao Mingluo impulsively rushes to help An Chuxia. He just waited for Han Qilu to get through the swarm of girls pulling An Chuxia apart. Han Qilu reaches for her and immediately scoops her up in his arms.

The girls attacking An Chuxia don’t realize it’s Han Qilu. By the time they are cognizant, he has already elbowed them aside to the tables. No one was spared, including Meng Xiaonan, who was shoved away forcefully.

The rest of the girls finally retreat.

“Mingluo, I’m taking her to the music classroom!” Han Qilu states as he secures An Chuxia’s hands between her legs so she won’t escape his grip.

“You… .” An Chuxia is surprised he came to her rescue.

Wait… where the hell is Xiaonan?　

But as he orders her, their heads accidentally bump against each other.

“I’m sorry!” An Chuxia says in embarrassment. “I just thought I’d really lose that fight.”

“Don’t worry, you will get even,” Han Qilu says as they quickly stride out from the canteen to a sparsely populated area.

By god, someone will help her get even. Those girls will pay the price!

“Where are you taking me?” An Chuxia realizes they are leaving the building. “Put me down! I’m not hurt, and I can walk on my own!”

Other than feeling some pain on her face and where her hair has been pulled, she feels fine. She would have fought them off if Han Qilu didn’t interfere. Her heart is disturbed [with his intervention].

But what matters is that he helped her, and she would’ve gotten much joy even if she lost.

Han Qilu stops in his tracks to stare at An Chuxia’s serene face. She looks like she’s not been attacked by a bunch of crazy women. She shows no sign of weakness after being bullied.

“An Chuxia, if only you can act helpless like Xiang Mankuai, I won’t hate you.”

An Chuxia stares at him calmly before asking, “You hate me?”

Hate her?

Of course he doesn’t! Although the impulse to choke her was strong when he saw her challenge the girl who bullied her… or when she seemed upset when he appeared.

“An Chuxia, you’re such an ass!” Han Qilu unceremoniously drops An Chuxia to the ground.

She starts looking around once her feet touch the ground. She’s on a paved walkway near a small house with a fountain pool close by.

“Where are we?” She’s never been here before.

Han Qilu walks in front of her and says, “I didn’t like attending class when I started high school, so steward Han would drive back me and forth from school. So I urged the school to build this space. It’s convenient for steward Han to stay here and rest when I’m in class.”

She didn’t know such a place existed. Chuxia marvels at the power of the Han family. To demand a small house in the school’s vacant land shows the power that developed the young master’s unique temperament.

“During my second semester in high school, steward Han told me I should attend class, so this place remains empty unless there’s an emergency like this. I almost forgot this is here.”

He unlocks the door as they talk.

“I remember there’s a first aid kit somewhere. Go take a bath and I’ll help you with the bandage later.” Han Qilu pauses to think. “Let me call steward Han to get you a uniform set. He can wash your uniform later.”

It is a single story home, but the abandoned home is well-equipped. Aside from the place being slightly dusty, the place isn’t bad.

“Okay.” An Chuxia enters the bathroom after Han Qilu reassures her.

Once she is in the bath, Han Qilu makes a call to the butler, and asks him to bring over a change of clothes.

Stein uniforms are tailored, but An Chuxia wears a set that is considered average, so the butler is able to pick up a set that would fit well.

“Master, I have the clothes,” steward Han says loudly as he knocks on the door.

“Bring it in.” Han Qilu lifts his head from the first aid kit. He’s relieved the drugs in the kit aren’t expired.

Upon hearing his command, the embarrassed butler says, “Would it be suitable for me to enter?”

“Old man, do you think I’m going to be doing naughty things and have you send clothes over?!” Han Qilu looks up anxiously. “Do you think I’d be like that?”

Steward Han blinks and says, “Of course!”

“Why?” Qilu asks, puzzled.

“Because you’re the one requesting for female clothing.” Steward Han expresses his opinion. Like a lightbulb, an idea pops in his head to allow the master to spend more time alone [with Chuxia]. “I will take my leave. The principal is still waiting on me.”

Steward Han puts the uniform in Han Qilu’s hands before leaving.

Young lady, this is as much as I can help you as a butler!

Steward Han disappears like smoke. Han Qilu looks at the uniform deposited in his hands as the sound of water stops. She should be done showering.

It’s just clothes. Giving clothes to your meimei shouldn’t be a big deal! After taking a few deep breaths, he walks to the bathroom door.

He knocks on the bathroom door with a clenched fist. He asks, “Are you done?”

Inside the bathroom, An Chuxia says, “I’m done.”

He takes a deep breath and says, “Open the door slightly and I’ll give you your clothes.”

Then, the door opens by a slit, and a hand reaches out. Han Qilu puts the clothes in her hands before she snatches them away.

Somehow, the act leaves his throat a little parched.