It was indeed Jun Yulin, but something about him felt off to Yan Luo.
He reeked slightly of alcohol, his eyes were unusually bright, and there seemed to be a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he directly pinned her down on the bed.
Looking at Jun Yulin like this, Yan Luo trembled. Was he drunk and suddenly remembering all the grudges and entanglements between them, so he was planning to settle it once and for all?!
—If you couldn’t handle alcohol, you should’ve said so earlier! Why show up here just to scare me?! QAQ
Just as Yan Luo was convinced her little life was in danger, the man behind her suddenly moved, snuggling even closer and pressing her more firmly onto the bed.
He furrowed his beautiful brows slightly, and his voice softened a little as he called out—
“Luoluo…”
[*Ding*—Jun Yulin’s blackening value -1 (92/100)]
Yan Luo : ?
He seemed completely unaware of himself, acting totally unlike the usual cold, quiet, and aloof Jun Yulin. He nuzzled her hair, as if he found it comforting, then nuzzled again.
And then, out of nowhere, he began to speak:
“General Xie, who’s been single for so long, got married recently…”
Yan Luo : ??
[*Ding*—Jun Yulin’s blackening value -1 (91/100)]
“More than half the guards in the Prince Regent’s manor are married now too.”
Yan Luo : ???
[*Ding*—Jun Yulin’s blackening value -1 (90/100)]
What the heck is all this? And what’s with that blackening value? Does it just go up or down depending on his mood?
And what do those people even have to do with the two of them?
Yan Luo lay there completely confused, pinned under Jun Yulin, listening to him mumble on and on about who married who, what happened in the Regent’s manor, and so on.
Meanwhile, the sound of *ding* after *ding* signaled the blackening value continuing to drop.
Yan Luo was speechless.
Is this what happens when someone who’s usually quiet bottles it all up for too long and suddenly vents, reducing blackening value out of pure catharsis? Or is this just the frustration of a single dog spilling out?
He had just a tiny bit of alcohol, and this normally cold man turned into a full-blown chatterbox—can you believe it?
Only when the blackening value dropped to 80 did he finally stop.
Yan Luo pressed her lips together and stared at the person still lying on top of her, muttering under his breath.
There was a faint blush on his face, his eyes dazed with a hint of discontent, and he was nuzzling her neck like a clingy child. The complete transformation stunned Yan Luo so much she couldn’t move.
Then Jun Yulin propped himself up slightly, eyes still hazy and filled with dissatisfaction. “Why won’t you say anything?”
Yan Luo : …
Please give her a moment to organize her thoughts.
A drunk man going on a rambling spree… what even is this?
His bright eyes blinked slowly, stubbornly and unhappily moving even closer to her.
That beautiful face was right in front of her—close enough that she could feel his warm breath against her skin.
Yan Luo instinctively licked her lips.
Mm… why is this oddly kind of… cute?
When she still didn’t reply, Jun Yulin frowned slightly and leaned in even more. “I don’t like being alone all the time… but I don’t like anyone else.”
It sounded a little childish.
Then he tilted his head and snuggled up again. “Don’t be afraid of me. I like you, okay?”
That normally icy face now carried an expression so disarmingly soft it hit like a truck.
At the very least, Yan Luo stared blankly for several seconds.
—Aaaaahhh, this is going to kill me.
This is not how the plot was supposed to go!!
—Weren’t we supposed to be locked in a life-or-death struggle? Who is this guy?! Scam Pink, come out here! We need to talk about life, right now!!