Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 227: No Next Time

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Unfortunately, it was still a distant hope.

Her calmness reflected his embarrassment, and Quan Banting felt a suffocating sensation in his chest. An inexpressible bitterness seeped into him like ink dropped into water, spreading instantly.

Though they were so close that their breaths could mingle, an invisible chasm seemed to separate them, like a vast trench dividing them.

On his end, he harbored faint expectations, while on her end, she watched coldly.

Sixth Lord’s heart was cold, but her warmth was irresistible, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl, making him unwilling to let go.

He cautiously probed, but as expected, received no response.

In fact, he had grown accustomed to this coldness over time, and Quan Hanting found some amusement in his suffering.

Shen Wan remained calm throughout, her black eyes clear.

After the initial surprise had passed, she began to analyze this action with a critical attitude. It seemed that her heart wasn’t as calm as before; it was gently stirred, and Shen Wan found it somewhat unbelievable that she could feel this way.

In the midst of her distraction, the man seemed to sense her loosening attitude, and a hint of delight crept into his heart.

So, did he still have a chance?

Under the azure sky, bathed in golden sunlight, with drifting white clouds, everything around them turned into a splendid backdrop, setting off the embracing couple.

One was cautious, the other seemed to come and go.

Perhaps they weren’t entirely determined yet, and there might still be countless obstacles on their path to each other. But what couldn’t be denied was that at this moment, both of their hearts were racing because of each other.

However, this surge of emotions wasn’t enough to make Shen Wan make up her mind, nor was it enough for Quan Hanting to cast aside his pride.

After a while, the man released his hold on her and took a step back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized proactively, knowing he was in the wrong, but an unconscious upward twitch of his lips revealed his true feelings.

“No next time,” she said coldly, then turned and walked away with composure. Her steps were firm, her back straight as if the struggling person from just moments ago had never been her.

Quan Hanting kept quiet, feeling something struck his heart.

In fact, even before this, the Sixth Lord had secretly prepared for Shen Wan’s reaction—perhaps anger, perhaps annoyance, and even a slap in the face wouldn’t have been surprising. The little miss appeared delicate, but she had a fiery temper and a stubborn character that never accepted defeat.

He had braced himself for that slap, not that he hadn’t been slapped before.

However, among all his calculations, he had never anticipated Shen Wan’s reaction to be like this—neither warm nor cold, simply turning and leaving.

Rejection? She hadn’t insisted on pushing him away afterward.

Acceptance? But her attitude is off.

Quan Hanting muttered to himself, trying to wrap his head around it.

In the end, he decided to seek advice from Hu Zhibei—

“Damn it! Do you know what time it is now?! Can’t you let people sleep?!” A burst of angry roars came from the other end, the voice tinged with hoarseness from being awakened.

“…Third Brother.”

The voice on the other end paused. “…Sixth Brother? Do you need something?”

“…I kissed her, but she had no reaction at all. Why is that?”

What?!

Hu Zhibei jolted, sitting up abruptly. “You really kissed her?”

“Yeah,” Quan Hanting replied gloomily.

“Good for you, kid! How did it feel at that moment?”

Quan Hanting pondered for a moment and then spoke the truth, “It felt pretty good.”

“Ahem…” Hu Zhibei blushed, “And then? Did she slap you in return?”

“…No.”

“If she didn’t resist, it means the young lady has some interest in you.”

Quan Hanting hesitated for a moment. “I held her, so she couldn’t resist.”

Hu Zhibei was speechless, but he thought, “You’re something else!”