Finest Servant

Chapter 560 Yujia's Tattoo

"What did you say?!" Lin Wanrong blinked in surprise. "You want me to tear off Yueya'er's clothes? I must have misheard." He hesitated for a moment, then shyly said, "Sister An, this... isn't appropriate. While I'm skilled at undressing others, I'm not the type to act without reason! This request puts me in a difficult position."

"You truly are a noble young man," An Biru chuckled, her eyes dancing with mischief. She playfully scolded him, "Could you make an exception for me today? I'd love to see you act without restraint."

Entranced by her luscious red lips and seductive gaze, Lin Wanrong felt a burning passion ignite within him. He gently held An Biru's hand, rubbing it softly, and said with determination, "For you, Master Sister, I'd do anything. Even if it means climbing a mountain of knives or diving into a pot of boiling oil. I apologize in advance, Miss Yujia."

With a cheeky grin, he confidently approached Yueya'er. Yujia's face paled, her hands clutching her chest in fear. "You... dare?"

Lin Wanrong laughed, "There's nothing I wouldn't dare to do, especially with Master Sister backing me up. Please bear with me, Miss Yujia. I'm experienced in this, I promise to be quick."

As he reached out to grasp her clothing, Yueya'er's eyes filled with tears. She held her head high, resembling a proud and beautiful swan. Her eyes, filled with fear, resentment, sorrow, and despair, bore into him. Silently, tears streamed down her face.

Seeing Yueya'er's pitiable state, Lin Wanrong turned away, whispering, "Master Sister, may I begin?"

The sly An Biru approached, caressing Yueya'er's smooth face, and said softly, "Such a pitiable young girl. I truly sympathize with her. Be gentle with her, it seems like it's her first time. Don't be too rough, or you might hurt her."

Yujia's cheeks flushed with anger, "You... you fox-like woman. I, Yujia, will never forgive you."

"Really?" An Biru teased, licking her lips. She took Lin Wanrong's hand and slowly moved it towards Yujia's pristine neck, asking seductively, "Young man, do you want to feel what a Turkic woman tastes like?"

Yujia trembled, her eyes filled with despair. She glanced at Lin Wanrong, then slowly closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. The fiery spirit she once had seemed to have vanished, replaced by a vulnerable beauty.

His hand hovered just a hair's breadth from Yujia's skin. Suddenly, Lin Wanrong turned his head and gave An Biru a mysterious smile, saying, "Master Sister, do you truly wish for me to touch another woman in front of you?"

Sister An's cheeks flushed slightly. She turned her head away and huffed, "If you want to touch, then touch. Why ask me?"

The depth of her words was not lost on Lin Wanrong. Grasping her hand, he laughed heartily, "Master Sister, don't test me. No matter how beautiful this Turkic woman is, she doesn't compare to even a fraction of your beauty. Why would I touch her?"

An Biru playfully brushed the hair behind her ear and cast him a coquettish glance, "You silver-tongued devil. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're playing hard to get, a masterful tactic to steal a heart."

"Sigh, since Master Sister misunderstands me this way, to prove my innocence, I might as well touch her. It would be a waste not to," Lin Wanrong sighed, reaching out towards Yujia's smooth cheek.

Before he could get close, a soft hand grabbed his. An Biru looked at him with playful eyes, "You should have listened to me. It's too late to touch her now."

Lin Wanrong grinned, gently rubbing her palm, "Master Sister, don't be jealous. I won't touch her, I'll only touch you."

"Nonsense! Who's jealous?" An Biru's face turned rosy. She gave him a playful glare and held his hand, smiling seductively, "And you're not allowed to touch me either. I have very sharp silver needles!"

The two exchanged loving glances and playful banter, seemingly oblivious to the world around them. Yujia heard every word, her face turning pale with anger. She cursed, "Adulterer and harlot!"

"Adulterer and harlot are a match made in heaven," Lin Wanrong replied cheerfully, not offended in the slightest. He laughed, "Thank you for the compliment. Master Sister, what should we do with this young lady?"

An Biru sighed and shook her head, "What can we do? Since you're too soft-hearted to lay a hand on her, I guess I'll have to do it. Little sister, I'm going to undress you now. You won't object, will you?" Before her laughter subsided, she swiftly reached out, targeting the clothes on Yujia's abdomen and gave a gentle tug. The sound of tearing fabric echoed, accompanied by Yujia's scream. The Turkic girl's dress split in two, revealing her beautiful abdomen and navel. Her figure was exquisite, her skin as clear and radiant as if bathed in milk, shimmering enticingly in the dim light.

Yujia screamed, covering herself with her hands, tears staining her face. She looked at them with a mix of fear and anger, "You fox of a woman, what are you trying to do? And you, don't you dare look at me!"

Sister An giggled, wrapping her arm around Lin Wanrong's, "I want him to look. Little brother, open your eyes wide and make sure you see everything."

Lin Wanrong nodded eagerly, swallowing hard, "I'll look, I'll look very closely. Master Sister, are you going to undress her further? I'd be happy to help."

Seeing his younger brother's eyes light up with a greedy glimmer, fixated on Yujia's fair abdomen, Sister An poked him in the forehead with mild irritation. "What are you looking at? Move your gaze up—no, not at her chest—lower, a little lower!"

Vixen An kept giving directions, and Lin Wanrong followed her lead, thoroughly examining Yujia from head to toe. It left Sister An both amused and exasperated.

"Wo Lao Gong, you are not allowed to look. You can't look!" Yujia covered her chest with her arms, bursting into tears.

An Biru hummed in displeasure and pricked him lightly on the buttock with a silver needle. "Ouch!" Lin Wanrong winced, leaping up as if he'd sat on fireworks.

"What did you see?" Sister An casually brushed her flowing hair aside, gracing him with a charming smile.

Lin Wanrong took her hand and sighed softly, "All I saw was you, my dear Sister An."

"Trying to sweet-talk me again?" An Biru pinched his arm fiercely, her cheeks glowing like they were painted with rouge.

Her gaze shifted to Yujia, her expression suddenly chilling. With a gentle force, she parted Yujia's arms that were covering her body. Starting from Yujia's pristine abdomen, moving upwards to just below her left breast, there lay a tattoo of a golden wolf with bared teeth and claws. The golden wolf was about the size of a palm, its posture elegant, its aura imposing. It appeared to be gazing at the sky, its eyes radiating a frigid yet tender light, giving off an indescribable sense of nobility.

"So, it's a she-wolf!" Lin Wanrong stared at the golden wolf for a long time before letting out a sigh. Wolves were the symbol of the Turkic tribes; their banners often featured various wolves. But this was the first time he'd ever seen a wolf tattoo like this, especially on such a beautiful Turkic woman. The presence of this tattoo undoubtedly indicated something significant about Yujia's identity. A golden bladed, and now a golden wolf tattoo; who exactly was Yujia?

His eyes flashing with a sharp light, Lin Wanrong continued to gaze at Yujia's smooth skin. By now, she had stopped crying, her silver teeth clenched and her eyes fixed on him in silence.

"If you can't figure it out, then don't bother." A gentle voice sounded in his ear. Looking up, he saw An Biru smiling at him seductively. "Yujia's identity will eventually be revealed. All you need to do is keep a firm grip on her. Use every means at your disposal."

The deep implications in Sister An's eyes were so clear that even a fool could see them. Just as Lin Wanrong was about to shake his head, An Biru's delicate hand pressed against his lips. "Say nothing. If you can return safely, what does it matter if what you do is morally wrong? I will stand by you in fighting the heavens, and if the heavens won't fight us, we will fight the heavens!"

"Sister—" Lin Wanrong's eyes welled up. He hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go.

An Biru turned her head to wipe the corner of her eye and chuckled, "Little brother, I'm tired. I want to sleep."

"Alright, alright," Lin Wanrong hastily nodded, "Sister, you may rest peacefully in my tent tonight. I'll stand guard outside; let me take a turn watching over you for once."

An Biru shook her head slightly, chuckling, "That won't do. I'm afraid of the dark when I'm alone. Besides, if you get exhausted, someone will be heartbroken."

"Xian'er and the others won't find out," Lin Wanrong laughed, "But since you're afraid of the dark, I'll stay by your side. Darkness is the least of my fears!"

Looking at his dark face, An Biru covered her mouth and laughed joyfully. After a few chuckles, she suddenly pointed at Yujia on the ground, "What about her? She's not sleeping in our tent, is she?"

"Her?" Lin Wanrong paused, "The grassland outside is vast. Isn't it enough for such a young girl? Why would she hinder us here?"

Yujia, her face flushed with anger, glared at him, tears streaming down her face.

Compared to Sister An, Yujia's position was far inferior. Lin Wanrong took an old robe and draped it over her, then casually found a spot for her. When he turned to enter the tent, he saw An Biru had already changed out of her male attire, reverting to her feminine form, and was gazing at the dim light, lost in thought.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Lin Wanrong quickly approached and took her hand.

"I was waiting for you," An Biru smiled sweetly, "Did you remember everything I said today?"

Lin Wanrong nodded firmly, "Of course, I did. Once the battle here is over, I'll go to the Miao village and defeat those ninety-nine interlopers! They dare to challenge my authority? They must be tired of living!"

"What interlopers and challenges are you talking about?" An Biru laughed so hard that tears formed in her eyes. After calming down, she stretched lazily and looked at him seductively, "Little brother, I'm going to sleep. What about you?"

As she stretched, her figure was enchanting, leaving Lin Wanrong mesmerized. He murmured, "You sleep, Sister. I'll watch over you. Truly, I've never been this pure before."

"Me neither," An Biru giggled as she lay on his bed, winking at him with a flirtatious smile.

It was getting late. An Biru seemed genuinely tired. Her full chest rose and fell rhythmically, and her long eyelashes quivered before she slowly closed her eyes.

Lin Wanrong stared at her, captivated. He was drawn to her face, but as he got closer, she suddenly opened her eyes, "Little brother, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"No, no," Lin Wanrong quickly shook his head.

An Biru giggled, "Since you didn't take advantage of me, I'll take advantage of you. I'm scared of the dark. Can you hold me while we sleep?"

With that, Lin Wanrong's mind raced, and he quickly climbed into bed. The two squeezed onto the narrow bed, holding each other tightly. An Biru felt weightless, her body fragrant and trembling, as she nestled into his embrace.

Holding Vixen An's warm, trembling body close to him, Lin Wanrong felt as excited as if he were entering the bridal chamber for the first time. Yet, he had no idea what to do next. An Biru pinched his cheek and chuckled softly, "No more mischief allowed. You have to be virtuous, you said so yourself! I'm going to sleep now."

Laughing, she slowly closed her eyes and genuinely fell into a peaceful slumber.

Quietly, Lin Wanrong pulled out a length of silk thread from his pocket and sneakily tied one end to the corner of her dress. The other end he fastened securely to his own belt, testing its strength. Only then did he nod, satisfied.

‘How will you run away now?’ Gazing at the long, beautiful eyelashes of the slumbering Sister An, he happily drifted off to sleep as well.

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