Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

210. He is Angry

Translator: Helene

Zhuo Hua didn’t walk fast, and Nan Chen quickly caught up with him. He hugged Zhuo Hua and leaned his head on Zhuo Hua’s shoulder.

“Master, what’s wrong? Are you angry? Why?” Although he knew why Zhuo Hua was angry, he acted dumb to hear the answer from Zhuo Hua.

Zhuo Hua smiled, “I’m not angry. Why am I angry?”

“Why didn’t you wait for me? I could hardly catch up with you.” Nan Chen found Zhuo Hua was adorable. He was angry, but he was too proud to admit it.

He could hardly catch up?

Zhuo Hua’s mouth twitched. He was walking like an ordinary person. With Nan Chen’s strength, he could not have failed to catch up with him? Besides, Nan Chen talked with a sweet tone.

“I just want to learn the local customs at Purgatory City in the last four hours.” Zhuo Hua swore that he would not admit that he was angry. If he didn’t teach Nan Chen a lesson, he would definitely repeat the mistake next time.

“Master, since you are not angry, let me accompany you and learn the local customs together. After all, this is my first time here. It might be years before I come here again. Seeing that Zhuo Hua did not admit it, Nan Chen was not in a hurry.

“I…” Zhuo Hua felt helpless. “I don’t want to be with you.”

After he spoke, Zhuo Hua turned to leave. Before he could go far, he heard the low sobs behind him.

Zhuo Hua paused for a moment before he slowly turned around and saw the man that was one head taller than him cover his face on the street with a sobbing voice, “Master, you are tired of me and want to dump me. You swore that you would never leave me… It turned out to be a lie…” Nan Chen started to sob sadly.

Zhuo Hua was speechless.

The passers-by heard the sobs and stopped, pointing at the two of them.

Nan Chen looked up and saw the onlookers. His face darkened, and he took Zhuo Hua’s hand to a deserted place.

“What, are you shy? Keep crying,” Zhuo Hua looked at Nan Chen and teased.

“I don’t mind losing face, but I don’t allow anyone else to see your face, nor do I allow them to point at you.” Nan Chen was evidently possessive.

…

Zhuo Hua was speechless.

Nan Chen looked around and said, “Master, don’t you want to learn the local customs of Purgatory City? How about we learn it here?”

At first, Zhuo Hua thought that Nan Chen was talking about enjoying the scenary of the city, as the view was good here.

When he saw Nan Chen’s smile, he realized something was wrong. The next second, Nan Chen sprang on him and pressed him on the ground before Zhuo Hua realized what was going on.

“Get up,” Zhuo Hua said sternly.

He didn’t forget that he was still angry.

“Master, please don’t be angry with me.” Nan Chen buried his head on Zhuo Hua’s neck and rubbed against him with a coquettish voice.

“I’m not angry,” Zhuo Hua was struggling.

“You are,” Nan Chen said flatly.

Zhuo Hua looked at the sky and acquiesced to the fact that he was angry, “Will you repeat your mistake next time?”

Nan Chen stood up and looked at Zhuo Hua, “I won’t do that next time. I won’t lose you again.”

After he spoke, he silenced Zhuo Hua with his mouth, and his hands slowly moved to Zhuo Hua’s belt.