Chapter 379: 【379】Overlord hard to bow

Shaking his head and throwing away these messy thoughts, An Chuxia raised his foot and walked to the small exquisite house a few hundred meters away.
"Is anyone there?" She carefully yelled a few words into the half-open room. No one agreed. Taking courage, she stretched out her hand to walk in. Just when her slender fingertips were about to touch the stainless steel doorknob, a pair of big hands suddenly covered her eyes.
"Ah—" she screamed, and pushed back hard.
"Hiss—" Han Qilu was unprepared, and after being pushed down by her, her palms happened to be pressed against some small gravel. He gasped because of the blood being worn out from his hands. An Chuxia saw clearly who was covering her eyes just now. After Han Qilu, he was greatly relieved, and a little embarrassed walked over to help Han Qilu up.
"Sorry!" She stuck her tongue out: "But who made you suddenly appear from behind, scared me a lot!"
I hate iron and steel and glared at her: "An Chuxia, An Chuxia, your husband will be tossed to death by you sooner or later."
An Chuxia didn't dared to say anything, her momentum dropped by more than half as soon as he saw his cruelly worn palms. Had to enter the house to help him simply treat the wound.
"Do you think my hand is disabled?" Han Qilu looked at An Chuxia, then looked at the hand that was hugged like a zongzi, and laughed blankly.
"Otherwise, you will be infected! I'm doing this for you!" An Chuxia was quite satisfied with her masterpiece, and finally gave the gauze a beautiful bow and made an OK gesture with satisfaction.
Han Qilu shook his head helplessly.
After this little farce of cheating, the two of them came back to the place where she had lie down just now. An Chuxia was stepping on Han Qilu's shadow concentratingly, but Han Qilu suddenly stopped, causing her poor nose to almost declare sacrifice.
"Hey!" She stretched out her index finger and poked Han Qilu's iron-like hard arm: "Why stop suddenly and make my poor nose sore!"
Raising her eyes to look at Han Qilu, just in time to meet his scorching gaze, she who is usually fluent in speaking suddenly became a stammer: "You you you... why are you looking at me like this?"
Seeing her face turned red in an instant, a certain man curled up his mouth playfully, and said in a ruffian manner: "You don't see anyone nearby. You said that if I want the overlord to make a bow, then... …Will it be easy to succeed?"
"You..." An Chuxia was anxious, and stepped back again and again: "Han Qilu, you calm down!"
"The young master is very calm." He picked it up, and pointed his finger at his little brother: "But it doesn't seem to be very calm. I can't see it, you are... quite unexpected! When I hugged you to sleep before! Why didn't you feel it?"
Huh--
An Chuxia's blush was even more tomato-like, and he became even more at a loss, and his words became clumsy: "You, you...you are simply a rascal! I ignore you!"
After speaking, she turned to leave, but was surrounded by someone from behind and swarmed into a fiery body.
"I'm not that kind of person, little fool." Han Qilu didn't wear any clothes on his upper body, and wore a pair of blue floral pants on his lower body, which looked more sunny.
An Chuxia glared at him fiercely: "You don't dare!"
Han Qilu was noncommittal about this. Dare not?
He laughed.
How dare you? Being a man wouldn't even have this courage. Just because... not willing. Want her at the best time and best place, not here.