Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"Oh?" Han Qilu pretended to be surprised: "Although the fathers of our two families are very familiar, but I remember, we two are not familiar enough? Why do you ask me, I have to stand and listen What are you asking?"

An Chenchuan had always known that Han Qilu was a bad-tempered person, so he was not angry at this time by his cynicism, just a little embarrassed.

After tangling for a while, An Chenchuan raised his head and said, "It's about early summer."

Hearing An Chuxia's name, Han Qilu's face changed, and the lines on his face seemed a little stiff: "Then I still want to know, what do you want to ask."

Shaking his head, An Chenchuan said in his nice voice: "I don't expect you to answer me, but I just want to ask. Master Qilu, is your relationship with Chuxia really just an ordinary relationship?"

"Ordinary relationship?" Han Qilu tilted his neck, with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

An Chenchuan unconsciously clenched his fists: "I mean! Do you like early summer?" As if made up a lot of determination, he finally asked. He really wanted to know this question.

Han Qilu smiled lightly, but the smile froze before reaching the corner of his eyes. Pulling the corner of his mouth, Han Qilu said coldly: "No one told you, is it rude to ask others like this?"

Of course he knew it was rude, but if he didn't ask, he would suffer from insomnia all night. Therefore, I can't manage that much.

"Please answer me!" At this moment, he was surprisingly stubborn. Based on his previous character, if the other party didn't want to say it, he wouldn't ask.

After being silent for a while, Han Qilu raised his foot and walked a few steps forward, walking to An Chenchuan. The two of them are about the same height, but in terms of deterrence, An Chenchuan is far behind Han Qilu.

"Do you like An Chuxia?" He didn't answer the question, and behind his deep gaze, there was an imperceptible cold.

Facing Han Qilu's question, An Chenchuan replied readily: "Yes! I like her!"

Han Qilu calmly continued to ask: "I like her...what's the reason you like her? I don't remember any likable things about An Chuxia. He is not beautiful, has a bad body, and has a stubborn personality. , Idiot, at this point, there is no reason why anyone likes her, right?"

Lifting his head slightly, An Chenchuan looked at Han Qilu's eyes: "Like a person, including the shortcomings of liking her."

"I'm asking what you like her." He raised the volume and asked again.

After being silent for a while, he replied: "You don't need a reason to like someone."

Almost the next second after An Chenchuan finished answering, Han Qilu understood and said: "This sentence is too high-sounding. There is no reason to like someone. It only shows that you don't like her at all!"

"No! I like her!" An Chenchuan's eyes were full of determination.

Looking intently at An Chenchuan for a while, the corner of Han Qilu's mouth evoked a sneer: "Whatever you want."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" An Chenchuan hurried forward to stop him: "From tomorrow, I will officially pursue her!"

"Oh?" Han Qilu was still not surprised: "Don't forget, you are her brother."

Taking a deep breath, An Chenchuan raised his chest and said, "So what? I like her. From tomorrow on, I will definitely try to make her like me."