On the contrary, Jun Yulin was very displeased that everyone around him had already found wives. Then, he became extremely picky and ended up not liking anyone except for Yan Luo, yet he refused to express his feelings openly.
As a result, Yan Luo and he interacted just like a normal monarch and subject. Even when they got a little closer, it still felt more like the relationship between an elder and a younger junior. So he spent his days sulking and stewing in silence.
He even told her that the officials he had deliberately assigned to deal with corruption and such were apparently chosen because they had, whether intentionally or not, shown a little public display of affection in front of the Regent. And now the Regent, who was not only single but seemingly also in a one-sided love situation, was very displeased.
Those officials, who had even less of a clue what Jun Yulin was thinking, ended up unlucky just like that.
Yan Luo : “……”
What is this supposed to be? The wrath of a single dog?
So basically, this Prince Regent who usually appeared ruthless and decisive, with a cold and aloof demeanor like a walking iceberg, was actually a jealous, petty, childish chatterbox on the inside??
What kind of gap moe is this?
Yan Luo couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile as she listened to him mumbling beside her ear, full of discontent and grievance. He kept talking bad about Lu Xunche, An Bai, and a bunch of other eligible young men—some of whose names Yan Luo had never even heard before. Yet somehow he had dug up all their flaws and was listing them out one by one, practically counting on his fingers.
And even after listing them all, he still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to hear Yan Luo agree with him.
It was ridiculous, childish to the extreme… but kind of cute.
Yan Luo responded with a string of “mm-hm, mm-hm” as she snuggled into his warm embrace, yawning nonstop.
But he only seemed to get more energetic the more he talked, rubbing against Yan Luo and chattering endlessly. Then, little by little, the conversation took a turn…
“Luoluo, you don’t like them liking me, right?”
“Mmm…” Yan Luo yawned.
“Luoluo, you smell so good… so soft…”
“Mmm…” Her eyes slowly closed as she yawned again.
“Luoluo… I want you…”
“Mmm… Mm?!” That yawn suddenly choked in her throat. Yan Luo’s eyes flew wide open as she stared at him.
Somebody help! Someone’s being indecent!! Is he really being this direct?!
Maybe because he finally got a response from her, Jun Yulin became especially excited. As he kept talking, he also started getting a little handsy—but this time, he actually respected Yan Luo’s wish and let her lie comfortably in his arms, unlike last time when he’d pinned her down and slept like that all night.
His lips moved close. Though her eyes had by now adjusted to the darkness, she still couldn’t see his expression clearly in the night. Only those eyes, gleaming faintly under the pale moonlight. His body rubbed gently against hers, and his hand had already slipped open the front of her robe.
And then?
Before Yan Luo could say anything—
He tilted his head and fell asleep.
Same old pattern. So familiar.
Yan Luo’s mouth twitched as she looked at the arm draped across her chest. She tried her best to roll over, fix her clothes, and with a ‘to hell with it’ attitude, buried herself back into his arms, found a comfortable position, yawned, and closed her eyes.
After going through this a few times, she had basically figured out what kind of personality this guy had. That made things easier going forward.
Also… as for some debts… Hmm, she’d settle them in the morning.