Chapter 9: Be the Unique Hooligan
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yes, she was the one that did it by the lake, teasing Elvis by touching and kissing him, but that was because she thought she was in a dream.
Gu ngng’s face turned red and let out a roar after a while, “ taking initiative is called love, you taking initiative is called playing hooligan!”
“Why?” Elvis inquired shalessly, aiming to ask until Gu ngng was speechless, but his attitude being extrely sincere, Gu ngng could not find any fault in him.
All right, just because he was handso, everything he does is right in Gu ngng’s eyes.
But...
Even handso n cannot be naked!
Gu ngng could not get out of Elvis’s arms, her strength was no more than a tickle to Elvis.
So Gu ngng could only turn her face to the side and said in a low, muffled voice, “That’s because you are not wearing anything!”
Elvis was stunned for a mont, before lifting the corners of his mouth and brought his face closer to her, ignoring her dodging. His warm and moist breath fell onto Gu ngng’s ears, with a coarse and tempting voice, he asked, “if, I put on my clothes and then take the initiative... Is it considered love?”
“Erm... Erm...” Gu ngng’s heartbeat fluttered at Elvis’s sudden ambiguous movent. God knows how much she was a coward although she looked like a slut. What she did to Elvis today had been her most daring act for years.
She had always teased the boys in her class back in school, the more they hide away from her, the more excited she gets, but if they are the ones taking initiative, she would run away as fast as lightning.
So, all the love theories Gu ngng had in class, remained as theories only...
Elvis did not understand why Gu ngng blushed out of the blue, in addition to her heartbeats beating so loud he could hear it pounding without sticking to her chest.
He only felt that the faint scent around her was sweet-slling and went closer to sll it, why did she look ill suddenly?
Elvis frowned. If Gu ngng was sick, he should have taken her to Lea and get her treated, but he did not want other males to see Gu ngng in this “sick” state for so unknown reason.
Not even Lea.
Although, they had a promise long ago...
Elvis let go of Gu ngng, even though he was very unwilling, he followed her will.
He did not to be the beast that “play hooligan” according to what Gu ngng had said, because he could clearly sense her dislike towards the word. Most importantly, he did not want to be like the rest.
He rembered Gu ngng using the word on Barete when they just entered the Saint Nazaire tribe.
Even if it was playing hooligan, Elvis was going to be the unique hooligan. How could he be compared to Barete?
With this in mind, Elvis held his head high with pride. He looked at Gu ngng with the corner of his eyes and pointed at the hide around Gu ngng with his long, skinny finger. “But my clothes are on you.”
Gu ngng had the urge to vomit blood.
Was she digging a hole for herself? What did she say about taking initiative with clothes on being love? What does she do now? Elvis wanted to express his love, so does she have to run around this fairy cave in a bikini?
Monkey King, where are you! I am caught by a fairy!
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