Chapter 352
Chapter 352 Damned Tenderness
As he felt the frail body in his embrace gradually growing cold, and An Biru's expression as calm as an ancient well, Lin Wanrong knew something was off. A sudden lamentation struck his heart. ‘Did I overindulge in lamb this afternoon, that I've begun to talk such nonsense?’ The previously warm and intimate atmosphere vanished in an instant. It was a classic case of joy turning into sorrow. Regret swelled within Lin Wanrong's heart.
"Get up. The people outside are gone," An Biru said quietly. Her face was devoid of any emotional ripple, her gaze toward him indifferent as though looking at a stranger. They were still pressed close together, but compared to the fervor from earlier, it now felt as if one was fire and the other was seawater.
"I won't get up!" Lin Wanrong, his mind whirring with ideas, managed a laugh. "So Master Sister is mad. I won't rise until you smile. Oh, how about I tell you a joke? Two dumplings got married. After sending off their guests, the groom returned to the bedroom only to find a meatball lying on the bed. Shocked, he asked where his bride was. The meatball shyly responded: 'How embarrassing, don't you recognize me once I've undressed?' Hahaha— Hahaha— Please, Sister, could you laugh? I'm really trying here."
An Biru looked at him silently, her eyes sparkling, not saying a word.
Toward this outwardly debauched Sister An, Lin Wanrong had always felt a peculiar sensation as if in this world, they were the two most similar people. Both were cunning and ruthless, sensitive yet melancholic, indifferent to societal norms, and unbridled. The previous frivolous and ambiguous interactions between them didn't invoke any feelings. But now that she suddenly began ignoring him, it felt as if Lin Wanrong had lost his best friend, leaving his heart desolate.
"You could tell a hundred jokes and it wouldn't matter. Did you really think I laughed because of your jokes? I've dealt with Prince Cheng for over twenty years, yet I've never let him take advantage of me. If it weren't for him threatening the safety of my village, forcing me to spend the night with you, not even the men of the entire world could coax a laugh from me," An Biru said, a hint of pride flashing across her face. As she gazed at him, her eyes gradually misted over.
A pang of fear hit Lin Wanrong, and he held her tighter. Grinding his teeth, he said, "That damned old turtle threatened the safety of your village? Damn it, I'll hack him to pieces, and his son, and his grandson, and his entire lineage for eighteen generations— Sister, please laugh. You're scaring me. I'm really timid. Please laugh, and I'll teach you how to pole dance."
An Biru shook her head slightly, "And what if you kill him? Kill one Prince Cheng, and ten, a hundred, a thousand more will rise in his place. Can you kill them all? As for laughing..." She wore a faint, dismal smile on her face, whispering, "Haven't I laughed enough at you in the past? Now, please let me go—"