Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 32: Be Nice, I Will Take Responsibility For You

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

...What the heck!!!

Who could have freed an ancient monster like him!

He definitely would be the first man to be acknowledged as abnormal across the universe!

Absolutely one of a kind, without anyone coming close in the past or in the future.

The most definitive scumbag there is.

“Li Shaoling, care to repeat that?” Ji Weixi’s eyes were bulging, hoping for a brief moment that she had been deaf.

Li Shaoling’s eyes narrowed. “What? Are you going to avoid your responsibility? Hmm?”

She was left at a loss as he pressed her, and almost actually believed that she was scum as well.

Just look at how he was behaving.

It was as if she had lost her memory too, and that what happened four years ago went like this: Ji Wei Xi woke up invigorated, while Li Shaoling, covered in sheets was biting on it tearfully and sobbing something like, ‘Sobs, you have to take responsibility for me now...’

A complicated scene that stung the eyes.

“Li Shaoling, you’re sick. You need a brain doctor!”

His lips curled into a cold smile. “Irresponsible woman.”

Ji Weixi could not say a thing even as her heart throbbed violently.

“Who is trying to take advantage of who here?”

Li Shaoling’s black pupils were fixed on him and he remained quite composed. “You are.”

‘Screw your whole family, even your grandmother twice removed!’

With her stubborn temper, Ji Weixi would definitely protest.

“Li Shaoling, on what grounds should I take charge for you?”

However, his face was clearly saying that he did not care, and that she must assume responsibility one way or another.

He was devilishly persistent.

“...”

Ji Weixi was annoyed to death.

The end.

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The woman’s cheeks were a faint crimson in irritation. Her lips were slightly apart, and her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She looked just like a bristling kitten about to claw someone painfully.

Li Shaoling’s thin lips curled as amusement appeared in his eyes. It was so entertaining teasing her like that.

He placed a hand over her hair. “Being angry is bad for the body.”

His gesture was no different from an old father consoling his daughter.

Ho ho ho, the culprit should talk!

Ji Weixi vexedly slapped his hand off. “Don’t touch me!”

Li Shaoling simply smiled evilly. “But I already did.”

“!!!”

Ji Weixi finally realized that she was being toyed.

“Die, Li Shaoling!”

She lunged at him, prepared to strangle him.

He watched as she dove towards him, handily catching her and turned.

“Let me go! Scumbag!”

Ji Weixi struggled as hard as she could but he was unmoved.

How irritating.

And he was so heavy—she could barely catch her breath, and it felt like a huge boulder was above her chest.

“How am I scum?” Li Shaoling’s sharp brows knitted, unhappy with that label.

“You are if I say so!”

Li Shaoling smiled. “Are you unhappy about four years ago? Be nice, and I will take responsibility.”

That alluring, deceptive look... damn it, it was just too charming.

“Who needs you to do that?” Ji Weixi turned away, a little embarrassed.