Chapter 550
Chapter 550 The Fleeing Nomad
Lin Wanrong looked puzzled. "Miss Yujia, what are you talking about? It's all a bit vague. Can you explain it more clearly and in detail?"
The young woman, defiant with integrity, stared intently at him. "Do you genuinely not remember what happened last night? I woke up this morning on your bed. What did you do to me?"
"Why were you lying on my bed?" Lin Wanrong's eyes widened in disbelief. "Miss Yujia, even if that happened, shouldn't you be the one explaining? It was you who climbed onto my bed, yet now you're blaming me—"
"Nonsense! How could I possibly—?" She cut herself off, her face flushing with anger and humiliation as tears began to stream down her cheeks.
This Turkic maiden could be intelligent at times, naive at others, sometimes noble, sometimes vulnerable. Lin Wanrong was mesmerized by her ever-changing expressions. "You didn’t climb onto my bed? How odd. Then who was it that I found in my bed when I returned from patrolling the camp this morning?"
"I—I don't know." Yujia lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "When I woke up, you were nowhere to be seen."
Lin Wanrong nodded slowly. "Well, it must have been the god of the grasslands lending a hidden hand—ah, no matter. I won't hold it against you, even though my bedding has been mysteriously ruined. I'm a very easygoing person. Let's let bygones be bygones. You don't even have to wash the sheets—"
"Stop it. Your bed is as filthy as a dog's kennel; what bedding are you talking about?" Yujia was both embarrassed and angry.