Chapter 377

Chapter 377

Balling her fists in frustration, Luo-Luo pouted and declared, I dont think he likes me much.

Head tilted in an adorable fashion, sweet Lin-Lin appeared deep in thought. He definitely doesnt like you, she said, but I think he also hates you, ya?

Staggered by the endearing half-hares blunt reply, Luo-Luo choked back her tears and cautioned herself to not read too much into it. This was merely the Bekhai way, to speak with candour no matter the circumstances rather than a personal attack against her. Corroborating her conclusion, the ever contentious Mila snorted and added, Of course he hates her. Shes a veritable stranger who showed up a few days ago and overturned his carefree and comfortable life. How else is he supposed to feel?

Dont cry Luo-Luo. Sumila means well, else she wouldnt have agreed to come and offer advice...

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Luo-Luo composed herself and asked, Then what should I do?

Show some spine, for a start. Encouraging her with a gentle shove which almost sent Luo-Luo tumbling, Sumila explained, Friendly and affable as he is, he is first and foremost a predator, and he sees you as prey. You dont need him to like you, you need him to respect you, so stop flinching and cowering every time he looks your way.

But Mi-Mi, Lin-Lin interjected while helping Luo-Luo steady herself. Hes not like the others. Hes sweet and friendly, so if he doesnt like Luo-Luo, there has to be a reason. If we find out why and fix it, then everything will be all right, ya?

Tch. Why should Luo-Luo have to adapt to his likes and dislikes? It should be the other way around. Unwilling to back down, Sumilas disapproving frown filled Luo-Luo with terror even as she marvelled at how captivating the red-haired womans freckles were, adding character to Sumilas expressive face and staunch personality. No wonder Luo-Luos Lord Husband was so mesmerized by this fiery warrior woman, even Luo-Luo found it difficult to tear her eyes away. She needs to be strong and take control, Sumila continued, displaying her clenched fist to emphasize her point. Only then can their relationship progress in proper fashion.

Easy for her to say. Sumila had nothing to fear, for if he ever became violent, she could snap his spine with a single squeeze of her thighs.

Luckily for Luo-Luo, Lin-Lin was much more sensible. I dont think itll work Mi-Mi. Hes different, ya? I still think we should find out what he doesnt like about Luo-Luo, and it cant be because shes timid, hes too gentle and kindhearted for that to matter. Puffing her cheeks while she thinks, Lin-Lin hesitantly offers, Maybe its because youre too heavy Luo-Luo. If you want, I can teach you how to Lighten, ya?

Impossible. Before Luo-Luo could recover from Lin-Lins second destructive blow, Sumila had already leapt to her defence. Im far heavier than she is and he loves carrying me around. It must be something else. Though of similar height to Lord Husband, Sumila was anything but scrawny, a woman with an alluring, athletic build and proud of it, as evidenced by her willingness to parade around wearing little more than a long, loose tunic which left her robust thighs and iron-hard calves on full display. Oftentimes, her tunic also slipped to one side and revealed her pale, freckled shoulder, a sight which never failed to capture Lord Husbands attention. Ignorant of Luo-Luos bristling jealousy, Sumila nodded in agreement with herself as she stated, Its because of all her bouncing about. Theres no need to adjust to his rhythm, you only need to sit still and let him do all the work.

You could also try snuggling with him, he loves snuggles. Chiming in once again, Lin-Lin threw herself into Luo-Luos embrace to demonstrate the appropriate technique to use. Give him lots of praise and belly rubs too.

Extracting herself from the embrace before Lin-Lin could demonstrate that too, Luo-Luo tried not to sound petulant as she complained. But he wont let me get close enough to even try! Having failed spectacularly, she composed herself and tried again. He snaps every time I come close, and this morning, he almost took off my head.

Rolling her eyes, Sumila replied, Hes just being dramatic. If he wanted your head, hed have it. Dont let his bulky figure fool you, Mafu is a consummate hunter on land and in sea. Even though Rain spoils him, it takes hard work and dedication for a quin to grow fat, and there are few fatter than Mafu.

Hehe, isnt that right, Mafu-fu? Throwing herself at the dangerous, coiled creature, Lin-Lin buried her face in the quins soft neck fur, but still the murderous creature glared at Luo-Luo, its chin resting on its rump while baring his fangs in obvious warning. Youre such a good hunter, you fatty fat quin, you. Dont be greedy and share your spoils with Atir, so she can get fat too, with quin eggs and eventually quin pups. Dont be like mean old Zabu-bu, ya? Youll let Lin-Lin steal a pup or three, right?

Mafu? Share? Striding into the clearing carrying Mama Bun like a child, Lord Husband cracked a tired smile and said, Im pretty sure hes offended youd even suggest such a thing.

With startling speed, Mafus heavy-set frame appeared next to Lord Husband, transformed from murderous, oversized weasel into an adorable, chittering house pet, rubbing his cheeks with half-opened eyes and begging for treats while Lin-Lin clung to his neck. Hi Hubby, she called, gracefully dismounting into Lord Husbands one-armed embrace. Ah, youre all wet and smelly.

Sorry wifey. Giving her cheek a chaste kiss while lowering her to the ground, Lord Husbands hand lingered on Lin-Lins plump hips as he said, I meant to warn you, but Mafu is just too fast.

Peering at the sleeping bunny, Lin-Lin asked, Whats wrong with Mama Bun-Bun?

Lord Husband, please lower your voice. Scanning the surroundings, Luo-Luo found no prying eyes or listening ears, but who knew what Expert were hiding in the vicinity. Cursing her inability to Send, she suggested, How about this: Lord Husband can Send his questions and Luo-Luo will answer them aloud.

Grunting in assent, Lord Husband took her gently by the hand and Sent, Sorry. So?

Cheeks reddening at the intimate contact, Luo-Luo calmed her beating heart and whispered, There are many reasons, first being that whether or not the subject in question is Defiled, he is still a being of enormous power and should be treated as such. Though your claims were reason enough to suspect him, its entirely possible his lackeys were working without his knowledge. By choosing three unaffiliated but respected heroes to spearhead the investigation, Shen Zhen Wu distanced himself from the findings, while the presence of Imperial Death Corps soldiers ensured the legitimacy of the venture. Any one of the soldiers could be asked to verify the findings, and as Oathsworn soldiers, their testimony can only be the truth. Thus, in the event that Lord Husbands accusations were true, but Zhu Chanzui guilty only of poor oversight, then the Imperial Clan avoids angering a formidable Ancestral Beast.

...I see. That strong huh? Crinkling his nose in frustration, Lord Husband released his grip on Luo Luos hand to rub his eyes and groaned with weary exhaustion. Whatever delayed his return was obviously more taxing than a mere capsized skiff, but Luo-Luo diplomatically reined her curiosity in. Instead, she focused on the emptiness which cropped up once he released her wrist, scolding herself for foolishly pining for love when she should know better. Why should it matter that Lord Husband differed from the nobles shed trained to serve?

Better to expect nothing and be pleasantly surprised if something developed, instead of hoping for the best only to be utterly crushed by cruel reality.

Whatever. Problems for another day. Lets focus on the positives for now. With a smug smile, Lord Husband took Luo-Luo hand once more and quipped, Big poppa piggys in big trouble. I hear the Legate ordered the capture and interrogation of any and all employees of the Canston Trading Group. About time they get whats coming to them. Im just sad I cant be there to watch it all happen. With a spring in his step, Lord Husband continued on his merry way and Luo-Luo followed closely beside.

Hoping to take advantage of his good mood, she turned the conversation to this mornings meeting. Luo-Luo has more good news to share. The Yo family agreed to work alongside Lord Husband in his cast iron venture, with terms far more agreeable than expected. A miracle considering how weak and vulnerable he made himself appear while deep in his cups. As most of their warehouses currently sit empty, theyve given us a list of locations to choose from and permission to visit at our convenience.

Sounds good, Lord Husband said, cutting her off before she could continue. You made certain the Yo Family holds the majority shares?

Yes Lord Husband, though it was more difficult than expected. They seemed almost desperate to give up their portion of the profits, likely to get into Lord Husbands good graces, but Luo-Luo had held firm to his instructions, sparse as they were. One matter to note which may be of concern, Yo Shi-Woo placed Yo Sung-Hun in charge of the venture. In response to his blank stare, Luo-Luo helpfully added, The youngest son. The one Lord Husband repeatedly baited by calling him useless in battle and a better merchant than warrior.

Oh. Good. Glad he took my advice. Oblivious to the dangers, Lord Husband approved of the decision. He seems like a smart kid, hungry too. Its youngsters like him who will modernize the world, once they see the benefits it provides. Chuckling beneath his breath, he added, Sure enough, a father knows his son best.

Uncertain why he found this so amusing and refraining from pointing out the so called youngster was older than Lord Husband, Luo-Luo pressed on. Yo Sung-Hun submitted a draft of his plans on how to proceed. Theres a copy on your desk for you to peruse, but the broad strokes are -

You handle it. Shaking his head, he added, If you need help, Ill be happy to chime in, or you can ask Mister Rustram once my mom learns the meaning of moderation, but otherwise, this is all you. Seeing she had no objections, he asked, So how are the riding lessons going?

Overwhelmed by his trust and warmth, Luo-Luos cheeks reddened as she looked down, only to burn even hotter when she noticed he was still holding her hand even though there was no longer any need to. Heart pounding in her chest, she wondered if today would be the day he brought her to bed and cursed her lack of preparation. The lessons fare... poorly, she answered, hoping she didnt still reek of fear and sweat. I have yet to endear myself to him.

Ah, thats probably my fault. Releasing Luo-Luos hand, he stopped and gave the quin a playful tap on the head. Listen you, no reason to be jealous. Im not abandoning you. Well, I sort of am, but I still love you, okay? I wont ride you into battle anymore, but you hated that anyways, so be nice to Luo-Luo, got it?

Eyes closed in pure bliss, the quin hardly seemed to notice Lord Husbands ridiculous lecture, more focused on the vigorous head scratching he received. Winking at Luo-Luo, Lord Husband gestured for her to climb on, and after a moments hesitation, she meekly obeyed, seating herself in the harness and wholly expecting Mafu to crane his neck around and hiss. Though the quin turned around to look, he merely huffed before returning his head to Lord Husbands hand, thoroughly enjoying the attention. Motioning for her to join in, Luo-Luo copied Lord Husbands actions and placed her hand atop Mafus skull, vigorously rubbing his loose skin with all of her fingers. Eliciting a satisfied squeak, Mafu pressed his head against Luo-Luos hand and a smile spread across her face. Now that he wasnt baring his teeth, she had to admit the quins were rather adorable, sleek and powerful creatures with more emotional depth and intelligence than she gave them credit for. Perhaps Lord Husband was right and Mafu saw this new state of affairs as abandonment and was taking his frustrations out on Luo-Luo.

Poor thing, he loved Lord Husband so, a loyal and devoted creature who didnt understand why his master didnt want him anymore. So heart-wrenching and familiar..

Having met a kindred spirit, Luo-Luo continued massaging Mafus scalp even after Lord Husband led them both to his yurt and abandoned them outside, though he let the rabbits in along with the large, flightless bird, who ran and hopped his way up the stairs. Alone with Mafu for the first time, Luo-Luo crooned and giggled at his adorable expressions as she ran her fingers through his fur, eventually settling down in the grass with his heavy head on her lap. Resting her forehead against his for a much needed cuddle, Luo-Luo sighed in contentment at the days events, proud to have tamed this once fearsome creature.

Perhaps Lord Husbands trust could be won the same way, by rubbing and touching all the right places, and if only that horrid Zabu would leave and give her the chance to find out...

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