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Finest Servant Chapter 391
🕑 Added 2023-08-19 13:21:27 +0000 UTCChapter 391 Finding Your Sensitive Spot
With a sudden splashing noise, the soldiers who were busy setting up camp hastily dropped their tasks and assembled in formation.
Hu Bugui ran over, not caring about the mud splashing under his feet, panting as he said, “General Lin, the flare was sent up by our scouts. There must be something unusual ahead.”
Xu Zhiqing looked into the distance with slightly furrowed brows, her face full of concern. “It's already dusk, and the mountains are dense with trees. We can only determine the general direction; the specific location is hard to discern. We must wait for the scouts ahead to return before we know what has happened.”
This was a prudent and mature approach, and Hu Bugui nodded in agreement. Lin Wanrong sighed, “Miss Xu, your method is certainly safe, but have you considered whether the brothers who sent up the flare will be able to return alive? If they cannot return safely, even if we wait ten days and nights, we won't know what's happened ahead.”
Xu Zhiqing was experienced in battle and deeply understood Lin San's point, but the current situation did not allow for the large army to advance into the mountains. After some thought, she said, “The situation in the mountains is perilous, so we cannot send a lone army in deep. In my opinion, General Hu can lead two thousand soldiers to search the mountains along the way, connecting closely from front to back. Do not rush to advance; keep contact with the main force, proceed steadily, and search for the scouts ahead.”
This plan was sound, and with Hu Bugui's capability, nothing should go wrong. Lin Wanrong nodded, “Brother Hu, do as Miss Xu has said. Remember, safety first. Don't be impulsive, and stop advancing as soon as you find the scouts.”
Hu Bugui accepted the command, assembled the troops, and slowly began to march up the mountain. Seeing Lin San silently staring ahead, Miss Xu glanced at him and huffed, “You can let go now, can't you?”
“Let go? Let go of what?” Lin Wanrong looked at her in surprise.
Miss Xu struggled a few times before finally freeing her small hand from his grip. Angrily, she looked at him but said nothing.
Master Lin was not embarrassed in the slightest and chuckled, “So easily freed, yet Miss Xu insisted on not moving. It must be that my palm is too warm. You don't have to thank me; I'm always eager to do good.”
There was truly nothing more to say to this man. Miss Xu stood on the slope for a while, observing the terrain carefully, before turning to head down the mountain. The slope was steep, full of water, and muddy. She lifted her long skirt, tiptoeing cautiously.
Seeing her walk unevenly, with the potential to slip at any moment, Lin Wanrong rushed to her side, reaching out to assist her. Miss Xu stubbornly waved him away, “What are you doing? I don't need your help!” Distracted by speaking, she stepped into a puddle and screamed, “Ah!” One embroidered shoe sank deep into the mud. Lin Wanrong quickly grabbed her to steady her.
Miss Xu's face was pale, a cold sweat on her forehead, and one leg seemed unable to lift; it looked like she had twisted her ankle. Lin Wanrong shook his head and chuckled bitterly, ‘Was there a need to avoid me like this? I'm not a flood or a wild beast. You've suffered for it now, haven't you?’
Seeing Lin San shaking his head and looking smug, Miss Xu Zhiqing's heart was filled with bitterness. She turned her head and snapped, "What are you looking at? Even if I broke my leg, I wouldn't need you to care!"
Spring rain pattered down, falling on her face, and one couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears. The temperament of this little girl was truly one of a kind. Lin Wanrong sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to assist her, Xu Zhiqing violently pushed him away. With a defiant stride, she attempted to move forward. As soon as her ankle felt pain, she could stand no longer and fell forward.
Lin Wanrong stepped up and spread his arms wide, catching her as she threw herself into his embrace. Miss Xu fell into his arms, her heart pounding, and she cried out, "Let go of me, let me go!"
"Let go of what? Haven't you caused enough fuss?" Lin Wanrong's face darkened, and he lightly patted her buttocks, "What? Are you not afraid that I will punish you with military law?"
It seemed like a revisit of old grounds, this girl's backside seemed to have grown a bit in a matter of days, its elasticity, its resilience, oh, such a flavor! It looked like "military law" would have to be applied a few more times!
Before Miss Xu could comprehend what had just happened, she realized she had been taken advantage of once again. Just as she was about to erupt in anger, she saw Lin San bend down and, with a cheerful grin, lift her legs. Xu Zhiqing's heart raced, and she shouted, "What are you doing? Put me down!"
"Military law!" Lord Lin hummed, raising his hand to slap her buttocks again, this time with added force. Upon contact, a soft, smooth, and fragrant sensation spread through his hand, but her surprising resilience pushed his wrist back slightly.
As he executed his "military law," she felt a tremor like an electric shock wherever he touched her body. Miss Xu's shame and anger mingled as tears involuntarily fell. "Shameless! Despicable! Shameless!" she struggled, shouting, her little fists raining down on his neck and shoulders.
The usually gentle and intelligent Miss Xu, when angered, was no different from any other woman, throwing punches and kicks. After a while, it seemed she had tired and her efforts began to wane.
"Go ahead, hit me; your little fists are no more forceful than a tickling itch," Lin Wanrong chuckled, carrying her body downhill. The undulating, full, and exquisite body pressed against him was as soft as fine silk, soft to the heart.
"Ah--" A sharp pain emanated from his shoulder. Lord Lin cried out in pain and turned to roar, "Are you a dog, biting me like that?"
Miss Xu's eyes were red as she looked at the clear and tidy bite mark on his neck. Her heart was bewildered, but she defiantly hummed, "You can bully me, but I can't bite you?"
‘Carrying you down the mountain out of kindness, enduring your "poisonous mouth," and you still argue? There's no reasoning with women.’ Lin Wanrong sneered, "If you dare to bite me, I dare to carry you. I don't believe I can't deal with you!" No sooner had he spoken, he hoisted her little behind onto his back, striding urgently down the mountain.
"If you dare to carry me, I dare to bite!" Miss Xu's temper was even more stubborn. Seeing him ignore her, she became angry, opened her small mouth, and bit down on his neck.
Both were stubborn individuals, and their back-and-bite struggle resembled a battle, with neither willing to admit defeat. Although Lord Lin occasionally felt pain in his neck, he was not one to be trifled with. During the lifting, his hands often crossed the line, pinching her raised buttocks a few times as compensation. Xu Zhiqing, being a woman, gradually weakened after bouncing on him for a while. At first, she could support herself without lying on him, but after walking a few steps and fighting for a while, she became exhausted and had to lean softly on him, panting.
Lin Wanrong only felt two soft, jade-like mounds pressing against his chest and back, indescribably smooth and tender. His heart swayed, and he deliberately lifted her body, allowing her soft breasts to rub against his back. This "chest push" was genuine, and Lord Lin sighed contentedly in his haste, thinking that even if this girl bit off his neck today, it would be worth it for her perfect figure.
Miss Xu felt his unusual movement and felt her tender breasts heat up, her body igniting with a wave of heat. In her embarrassment and anger, she opened her small mouth and bit his ear.
Lord Lin turned his head and chuckled, "Miss Xu has worked hard, biting for so long, and finally found one of my sensitive spots. Only a few of my wives know about this sensitive spot. Of course, there are more sensitive places on my body. Keep going!"
Miss Xu's face turned red at his words, and she wanted to hit him but didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. She sighed softly. It didn't matter; it wasn't the first or second time she had been bullied by him. She was getting used to it.
Her mind calmed, and she suddenly felt weak and tired. The battle with him seemed to have consumed her life's energy, and she just wanted to lie on his back quietly.
The spring rain kept falling, and the night grew darker. The soldiers' tents at the foot of the mountain were already set up, and the dim light from the ox-hide lanterns warmed the heart.
Miss Xu pressed her body close to his back, and her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck. Seeing him wading through the mud with uneven steps, his neck full of "seeds" she had planted, and clear sweat beads in the rain, she stared blankly for a while. Her heart rose and fell like a small boat drifting on the waves, the ups and downs making her dizzy.
Why was this girl silent? Seeing the foot of the mountain in sight, Lin Wanrong sighed in relief. His clothes were soaked, and only the hot body on his back gave him some warmth. Taking advantage was good, but the damn rain kept falling, making him shiver uncontrollably.
In his busy moment, he turned his head and saw Miss Xu's bright eyes, gently staring at his face. They were close, and her fragrant breath sprayed on his face, warm and indescribably sweet. Looking at her small face, it was transparently red, and that heat wave attacked his back.
"Miss Xu, what's wrong? You're not feverish, are you?" Lin Wanrong was startled. The spring rain was chilling, and Miss Xu's body was thin. If she caught a cold from this journey, it would be terrible.
"I'm fine," Miss Xu's voice came smoothly, but with a subtle tremor that was almost undetectable. It seemed she was tired from arguing with him. She clenched her teeth and whispered, "Lin San, I want to ask you a question."
"Is it about where my next sensitive point is? Such a private question, how could I possibly answer it?" Lin Wanrong chuckled.
"You may talk nonsense all you like, I don't have the energy to bite you anymore." Looking at the rows of bite marks on his neck, Miss Xu's face became increasingly flushed. How could she explain this to Ning'er? She sighed softly and said gently, "Lin San, can you tell me, exactly how many intimate female friends do you have?"
That question was really difficult to answer, and Lord Lin lamented, "Miss Xu, that's a good question, and quite embarrassing to answer. In this world, the women I meet are either my wives or intimate friends, and I can never figure out why it's like this. Ah, having too much charm is indeed troublesome."
"Braggart." Miss Xu snorted, seemingly regaining some energy, "Don't think that all the women in the world are as easily fooled as Ning'er. Those with even a slight sense of caution won't fall for your tricks."
"That's true, that's true. A woman like Miss Xu will never fall for my tricks." Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, but then stepped into a puddle, almost causing both of them to fall.
"Be careful," Miss Xu admonished gently.
"Yes, yes, I'll be careful next time." Lord Lin was secretly annoyed, thinking: ‘Just now, you were desperately refusing to let me carry you, but now you're telling me not to drop you. Damn it, touching you ten more times wouldn't make me feel better, I'll touch!’
Feeling Lin San's big hand moving again, that hot devilish palm holding her buttocks, gently kneading, Miss Xu's face flushed with embarrassment. She thought to herself that she'd get used to it, as it wasn't the first time. She pretended not to mind and said, "Lin San, I'll ask you another question, and you must answer me honestly. You have several wives, and several more intimate female friends. Do you like each of them the same way?"
How did this girl change the topic, shifting from scholarly matters to romance? Lord Lin answered seriously, "That question is really hard to answer. Since people are different, each of them gives me a different feeling. Qiaoqiao is gentle and kind, Ning'er is passionate and fiery, Eldest Miss is determined and strong, and Madam Xiao is mature—oh, I mean Second Miss. Second Miss is naïve and affectionate. I like all of them. It's like loving fish but not excluding meat. These girls all have different styles; abandoning any of them would be like cutting off my flesh. Let's all wash up together, without any complaints. Isn't that right?"
"Wash up together? Wash hands?" Miss Xu asked, puzzled. She remembered that Luo Ning had explained it to her that way.
Wash hands? Lin Wanrong was taken aback for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, "Yes, wash hands, let's all wash hands together. Unite our hearts and jointly build a beautiful big family. Alas, you must know, being a man and having to be responsible for every girl who likes me, it's such a difficult thing to do. Fortunately, I have an incredibly broad and loving heart, or I wouldn't have been able to persist until now. How much bitterness and tears have been behind this; who can I share it with?"
"What sorrows could you have?" Miss Xu scoffed lightly. "You've taken all the advantages in the world, and you're still not content? Qiaoqiao, Luo Ning, Miss Xiao from the Xiao family; any one of them is a rarity, not to mention the fortune you've gathered over several lifetimes."
Master Lin's eyes sparkled, and he grinned, panting and taking a few steps forward. Simultaneously, he moved her body up, performing a "chest push." "Miss Xu is too kind. They must have discerning eyes to recognize a hero, or why else would they all fancy me? Our love is true, even more genuine than gold and silver."
"True love?" Miss Xu sneered disdainfully. "A man with several wives, claiming to truly love each of them? How ludicrous! Stories of mutual affection between men and women in this world, aren't they all about the devoted love between one man and one woman? Yet you alone have so many wives, still claiming true love. This is the biggest joke in the world. Can you really love them all? In my view, only a one-man, one-woman relationship, steadfast and unmoving even in the face of death, represents truly great love."
So this young lady was a supporter of monogamy, a strong advocate for women's rights. No wonder she was so confrontational. Master Lin, while caressing her raised hips, giggled, "I have a famous saying, 'Love even in death.' Whether I can love enough or not is not something you need to worry about, Miss Xu. If I can live happily with Ning'er, Qiaoqiao, and the others for a lifetime, then all is well. As for how many wives I have, hehe, a teapot paired with a dozen cups is quite natural. But a cup paired with a dozen teapots, now that would be an oddity! That's just the way it is!"
Seeing his paw brazenly touching her, Miss Xu's cheeks flushed with anger, further infuriated by his absurd analogy. She scratched his hand fiercely, "What nonsense are you talking? I can't be bothered to argue with you. I, Xu Zhiqing, will only ever love a man who is wholeheartedly devoted to me in this lifetime!"
Lin Wanrong replied with an unconvinced smile, "A beautiful wish indeed. Fortunately, I'm not in love with you, otherwise, my other wives would suffer! Ouch—" Before he could finish speaking, he felt a pain in his waist as Miss Xu's eyes filled with frost and a thin mist, her small foot kicking him in the ribs. With a light crash, Master Lin fell heavily to the ground, Miss Xu right on top of him. Mud splashed all over both their faces and arms, a most embarrassing situation.
‘This girl's gone mad again!’ Lin Wanrong thought to himself, lying in the puddle, sighing inwardly. Xu Zhiqing was on top of him, her chest heaving continuously, her eyes misty and enchanting like the drizzling spring rain, "Shameless wretch, I'll remember what you said today!"
"I've said a lot today; what exactly did you remember?" Master Lin asked with a wry smile.
"I'll beat you to death!" Miss Xu hammered her fists heavily into his chest, stood up, and raised her foot to kick him. Seeing Lin San lying there, lazily laughing, his body covered in mud that washed away with the rain, yet unable to conceal the clear bite mark on his neck, Miss Xu hesitated for a moment. Her small foot, heavy as a thousand pounds, couldn't come down. Raindrops adorned her face, highlighting her cheeks, crystal-clear like jade, warm and beautiful. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she suddenly turned, stepping through the rain and dashing away. Her captivating figure swayed like willow branches on the water's edge.
Didn't this girl sprain her ankle? Watching Miss Xu's retreating figure, sprinting away like a gust of wind, Master Lin couldn't help but feel puzzled. Reflecting on her words today, he wondered which were true and which were false. Like the blossoms brought forth by the spring rain all around him, they seemed ethereal and elusive, difficult to discern. How vexing, how very vexing!
