Finest Servant

, don't say it, please don't.
You are a star in the sky, and I am just an insignificant blade of grass on the ground.
I don't want you to regret it in the future.”

“Qiaoqiao, I'm willing—”

Tears streamed down Dong Qiaoqiao's face, but she firmly pressed against his lips, “Brother, you should pursue something better that belongs to you.
Don't lose what you want because of me.”

Lin Wanrong held her tightly in his arms, as Dong Qiaoqiao's tears continued to flow, not allowing him to say a word.

In the end, Dong Qiaoqiao suddenly revealed a faint smile and gently asked, “Brother, are you going to the Xiao family tomorrow?” Only then did she release her fingers from Lin Wanrong's lips.
Her eyelashes were still adorned with teardrops, and her rosy lips were extremely attractive.

Lin Wanrong grinned, “Yes.
But before going to the Xiao family, I have a huge matter to attend to.”

“What big matter?” Dong Qiaoqiao asked curiously.

“Eat my Qiaoqiao—” Lin Wanrong said with a mischievous smile.

Dong Qiaoqiao shyly replied, “Brother, you're talking nonsense again.”

Lin Wanrong looked at her seriously and said, “Little girl, I will always be good to you—”

“Brother—” Dong Qiaoqiao hurriedly stopped him, her eyes misting up.
She quickly wiped away her tears with her small hand, “You will meet many good girls in the future.
Don't give up great opportunities for Qiaoqiao's sake.”

“Give up, why should I give up?” Lin Wanrong asked curiously, “Is it that in this world, a man can only marry one wife?”

“You—” Dong Qiaoqiao looked miserable, punched him lightly, and then turned to run.

So, this girl could get jealous, Lin Wanrong chuckled, watching her graceful figure and the constantly swaying hips, a fiery desire rising in his heart.
Alas, it seemed that he would have to trouble his left hand again tonight.

Eh, wasn't he unprepared for a romantic relationship? Would what he had with Qiaoqiao count as one? Sigh, what a failure, he was so easily seduced by a girl.
Right, Qiaoqiao hadn't said she liked him yet, and it seemed he hadn't said he liked her either.
The seduction was truly lacking.
He wondered whether women's physical structure in this world was the same as in his own.
If he had the chance, he would definitely have a thorough “exchange” with Qiaoqiao.
Lin Wanrong helplessly shook his head, shamelessly thinking.

That night, he slept soundly.
He flipped through the erotic album several times, and it was indeed far superior to magazines like Playboy and Penthouse.
As for whether anything happened between him and his left hand, it was an extremely private matter, known only to Lin Wanrong.

Early the next morning, Lin Wanrong was still sound asleep.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered that from today on, he was no longer a free man but a servant of the Xiao family, subject to their command.
His originally delightful mood instantly plummeted.

He listlessly got up, put on the green cloth robe and servant's cap that the Xiao family had provided, and stood in front of the mirror.
An attractive, dashing servant with thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared before him.

Even as a servant, he was still so handsome.
He sighed helplessly, quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then hurried out.

Along the way, many people were eyeing him—girls and young men alike.
Their gazes were filled with envy and contempt.

Those who envied him were naturally the poor boys, as his outfit and the “Xiao” character on his chest clearly indicated his identity—a glorious servant of the Xiao family's mansion.

Those who despised him were naturally the talented scholars.
A country bumpkin who couldn't even recognize a single character was nothing more than a guard dog in the Xiao family's mansion.
What was there to be arrogant about?

Of course, there were also those who were jealous of Lin Wanrong's impressive appearance.
He had fine facial features, a good figure, and healthy skin, giving off a vibrant and energetic vibe.
It was understandable that the young ladies and married women would occasionally cast a glance at him.