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Finest Servant Chapter 559
🕑 Added 2023-10-14 09:03:58 +0000 UTCChapter 559 Tearing Her Clothes
The gentle and soft breath by his ear made Lin Wanrong feel somewhat foolish. In front of the ever-changing and enchanting Sister An, all his tactics were rendered useless. It was as if An Biru had a grip on his lifeline. Her every move, every frown, and every smile were breathtaking and captivating, effectively restraining him.
After days of separation, the lovely Sister An stood before him once again. Listening to her sweet voice and watching her charming smile, Lin Wanrong felt an indescribable joy. The silent watch and the long journey to see her again had moved him deeply, a sentiment he could never repay in his lifetime.
The night was serene, with a gentle breeze caressing their faces. The vast expanse of the grassland under the moonlight seemed to be enveloped in a hazy veil. The two sat on the ground, leaning against each other. Dewdrops moistened their clothes and cheeks, but they were oblivious. In that moment, it felt as if only their heartbeats and breaths existed in the world.
Sister An's long eyelashes quivered slightly as she sighed silently and slowly stood up. Startled, Lin Wanrong quickly got up and grabbed her hand, saying, "Sister An, what are you doing? I'd rather die than let you go."
With a soft chuckle, An Biru replied, "Who said I was leaving?"
Lin Wanrong held her hand, examining her closely, and cautiously asked, "You're not leaving? Then what are you—"
"You silly boy," An Biru teased, pointing at his forehead with her delicate finger. "As the Commander of the armies, you left the camp alone and lingered here. Your soldiers must be gossiping about you by now. If I were General Li Tai, I'd punish you with a thousand lashes!"
Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, "As long as you don't leave, Sister An, even ten thousand lashes would mean nothing to me. I'd accept them willingly."
"You sure know how to flatter," An Biru giggled, giving him a playful glance. She then lowered her head and whispered, "Don't worry. Even if you chased me with a blade, I wouldn't leave today. After all, you owe me so much."
"Yes, yes," Lin Wanrong cheerfully replied. "I owe you, Sister An. I can't repay you in one lifetime. I'd need ten, a hundred lifetimes to repay you."
"Such words might please Xian'er, but they're useless with me," she paused, then mischievously added, "I won't give you that many chances. I'll leave tomorrow morning, hehe."
Before she could finish, Lin Wanrong embraced her tightly, exclaiming in shock, "Don't scare me, Sister An! I'm a timid Little Brother, and I can't handle your teasing."
"You really are timid—always taking advantage of me," Sister An teased, laughing softly as she nestled into his embrace. "Little Brother, both of us are honest people who never lie. Didn't you know?"
‘Honest people?’ Lin Wanrong blinked. ‘If Sister An and I could be called "honest people," then there would be no rogues or bandits in the world. Sister An is just trying to comfort me.’
Seeing his dazed expression and constantly shifting eyes, An Biru chuckled softly, caressing his clean-shaven cheek, and whispered, "Little Brother, I love seeing your silly face the most, hehe."
Lin Wanrong silently shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, he always felt that Sister An's techniques were tailored to counter him. It was as if every move he made was under her complete control. To have such a captivating and skillful Vixen who could read him so easily—was it a blessing or a curse?
Time was running late, and Lin Wanrong grew concerned about spending too much time away from the camp. Women were not allowed in the military camp, but that didn't deter An Biru. She reached into her travel bag and pulled out a set of men's clothing. She dressed herself, tied up her beautiful, cloud-like hair, and with a few deft touches, transformed herself into an extraordinarily handsome man.
"General, I'd like to spend the night in your tent. Will you accommodate me?" She looked at Lin Wanrong with a mischievous smile after her transformation.
‘Good heavens,’ thought Lin Wanrong. ‘Why does Sister An look stunning whether she's dressed as a man or a woman?’ Swallowing hard, he nodded fervently, "Yes, yes, dear brother, wait for me. I'll prepare the bed right away."
An Biru flashed him an amused look. Even in men's clothing, her allure was so intense that he felt instantly captivated.
As they walked into the camp, the soldiers all witnessed a peculiar sight: a clean-shaven Lin Wanrong, his face scrubbed till it gleamed, was joyously leading a captivating man by the hand. He strutted past his men, grinning and waving at them as if he had just won a great battle. As for the alluring man beside him, he bore a foxy, enchanting smile. The sight made the men shiver, and they quickly averted their gazes.
Entering the tent hand-in-hand, before either could speak, a shrill voice erupted from within, "Ah! Who are you? What are you doing in my tent?"
Lin Wanrong looked up and saw Yujia with wide eyes, staring at him in both shock and confusion, as if she didn't recognize him anymore.
"What, you don't recognize a handsome man?" Lin Wanrong burst into laughter, rubbing his freshly shaven cheeks. "Look carefully, Miss Yujia. Do you know who I am? Hehe!"
An Biru had tidied up his beard and messy hair, and had washed his face. He no longer looked disheveled like when he had first arrived in the grasslands. Now, his appearance was refreshingly new. Yujia was initially taken aback and did not recognize him. But after hearing his voice and studying his face more closely, she cautiously said, "You... you're Wo Lao Gong?"
"Ah!" Lin Wanrong jumped up from a sudden pain in his buttocks.
Seeing his face twisted in agony, Yujia exclaimed, "Wo Lao Gong, what happened to you?"
Without looking, Lin Wanrong knew that there were at least ten icy needles stuck in his backside. He took a sharp breath; Sister An's methods were brutally effective. He forced a dry laugh, "Ah, Miss Yujia, just call me by my Chinese name, Lin San, which you might have heard. Or call me General Lin, Lord Lin, or even bandit; I'll answer to those. Let's avoid using other names for now, shall we? Haha."
Yueya’er looked at him with confusion. "Why can't I call you by that name? I still think your Turkic name is quite distinctive. It's memorable! As for names like Lin San, I don't care for them."
The handsome brother remarked, "Your Turkic name sounds so nice. Who named you?" Vixen An approached him, her silver teeth grinding audibly. Her voice was seductive, but the silver needle she jabbed into his buttock was chillingly cold.
Lin Wanrong cursed inwardly. He had been so engrossed in joking with Sister An that he had forgotten about his Turkic name. In the past, when he was with Xian'er, he would always refer to himself as 'husband'. Sister An had heard it all along and understood the implication of those words.
‘Damn it,’ he thought, ‘this is all Yujia's fault.’ He quickly said, "That Turkic name? I think it was Old Hu and Old Gao who named me. Their knowledge is average, so the name they chose isn't great. Master Sister, as you know, when we ventured deep into the grasslands, we needed a good name to command respect from these nomads. Actually, my Turkic name isn't pronounced like that. You have to say it in reverse..."
He whispered something into Sister An's ear, explaining the meaning of the name.
"Is that true? You really are an honest man," An Biru laughed, jabbing him harder with the silver needle.
"It's true, it's true!" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, sweating profusely. As he looked at Sister An's delicate white ears, he felt a sudden urge and blew gently into her ear.
The warm breath made An Biru shiver. Her ears turned red, and her cheeks flushed. Looking at Lin Wanrong's dark face and thin cheeks, she remembered his perilous journey through the grasslands and the hardships he endured. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to jab him with the needle again.
"Wait till Xian'er deals with you!" She playfully glared at him. Sister An lowered her head, her eyes slightly moist.
"Master Sister, Xian'er and I are innocent," Lin Wanrong said with a pained expression, holding her hand. "You've been with me all this while, you must have seen it. I'm a principled man."
An Biru looked at him with a teasing smile. "Even the term ‘husband’ [Lao Gong] has been called, and you claim to be innocent? By that logic, you and I are the purest in the world. Why are you so pure with me?"
"Yes, why am I so pure with you?" Lin Wanrong exclaimed in shock. "That's not like me at all! Master Sister, you've awakened me from my dream. I want to hug you, kiss you, sleep with you!"
He opened his arms to embrace An Biru, but she dodged with a laugh. The two of them played and laughed in the tent, leaving Yujia dumbfounded. "Who is he?" she asked.
"And who is she?" Lin Wanrong took advantage of An Biru's distraction to pull her close. "If I tell you, you might be shocked. She's the one and only beauty in this world, my very best—"
Two slender fingers pressed against his lips. An Bírú gently shook her head and whispered, "Do not speak without thinking. Every word you utter, someone might take seriously."
Lin Wanrong exclaimed passionately, "Sister An, how could I speak without thinking? I've never been clearer. Every word, every sentence, is genuine. I want to marry—"
"You mustn't say it," An Biru's face flushed with a rosy hue, she murmured, "—if you want to say it, you must first go to the Miao village! Only when they believe you, will I!"
"It's just a Miao village," Lin Wanrong confidently laughed, "I've traveled from the south to the north, am I supposed to fear your Nine Ravines and Eighteen Villages and Thirty-Six Chains?"
An Biru gave a flirtatious glance and playfully tapped his face, "Little Brother, all talk and no action is just a bluff. Wait until you reach my Miao village. You'll suffer then. Don't cry when the time comes."
Watching the two men intimately embracing each other, the bandit laughed so hard that he drooled. Yueya’er's face turned pale, "You, both of you, Wo Lao Gong, so you have this kind of preference—"
"What kind of preference?" An Biru approached seductively, her eyes fixed on Yujia, shimmering intensely.
Yujia was stunned for a moment, quickly lowering her head to avoid An Biru's gaze, "You, do you know witchcraft? Don't look at me!"
"Little girl, you're not simple!" A cold glint flashed in An Biru's eyes. She lightly tapped Yujia's neck, a faint smile on her lips.
Yujia groaned in pain, hastily raising her head, "What did you do to me?"
An Biru giggled, "You're a divine doctor with profound medical skills. What could I possibly do to you?"
As they stood close, Yujia stared into An Biru's eyes for a long moment, then suddenly scoffed, "So, you're a woman!"
Yujia's keen observation was impressive. Even in the dim light, she could discern gender. Lin Wanrong curiously asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Yujia coldly replied, "Eyes that hold both tears and laughter, eyebrows that seem both happy and worried, always reflecting the shadow of someone. Only a woman in love would appear this way. Ask her if it's true."
Lin Wanrong hesitated for a moment, then gently looked at An Biru, his eyes filled with tenderness.
An Biru's face turned slightly red, she chuckled, "Such sharp words. With such talk, you can only deceive him. However, little sister, you indeed are very clever, especially when dealing with men. But sometimes, being too clever can be a downfall."
Lin Wanrong was sweating profusely, thinking, 'Is she talking about me?'
"What do you mean by being too clever? I don't understand what you're saying!" Yujia turned her head away, defiantly.
"Little brother, come here!" An Biru beckoned Lin Wanrong with a seductive smile.
Dizzy from her allure, Lin Wanrong quickly moved to her side, "Master Sister, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to do something you love," An Biru giggled, tapping his forehead, her expression incredibly enticing, "See that little sister? Go and tear her clothes!"
