novelSusiti Chapter 357 Have you ever liked someone?
Chapter 357 Have you ever liked someone?
Late at night, the moon hung in the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard with a silvery glow.
Lin Chen couldn't sleep.
It's not that I'm picky about the bed, it's that I'm picky about the people.
Blue Phoenix went back to the temple, and without that soft, warm body by her side, she felt like something was missing.
He turned over and over again, slapping his pillow loudly, but still couldn't fall asleep.
Forget it.
He got up, casually threw on an outer robe, and went out the door.
The courtyard was quiet, except for the chirping of insects, one after another.
A person stands in the moonlight.
Dressed in white, with long hair, she stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at the moon in the sky, like a jade sculpture, or a person who had stepped out of a painting.
Lingbo.
Lin Chen walked over, stood next to her, and looked up at the moon.
The moon was round and big, shining a silvery white light throughout the courtyard, making even the cracks in the stones on the ground clearly visible.
"Is it pretty?" Lin Chen asked with a smile.
Lingbo didn't speak, but just looked at the moon, her eyelashes casting faint shadows on her face.
Lin Chen didn't care and continued speaking to himself:
"I used to look at the moon a lot when I was on Earth, and I wondered when I could go up there and see if there were any fairies up there."
Lingbo turned her head and looked at Lin Chen.
His eyes conveyed a sense of "you can't live without women."
Lin Chen couldn't tell Ling Bo that he had remembered his past life, so he could only sigh and change the subject:
"What exactly did you mean by 'fate' that you mentioned last time?"
Lingbo paused for a moment, then said calmly, "You'll find out."
Lin Chen smiled helplessly: "Why do you people always talk in riddles?"
Tianjizi is like this, and so are you. Can't you just say what you mean? Why make everyone guess? Isn't it tiring to keep guessing?
Lingbo didn't speak, she just looked at the moon.
Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry. Leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, he slowly said:
"You said you waited for me for a long time, how long?"
Lingbo was silent for a moment: "Twenty years."
"Twenty years?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.
"I guess at that time you were still... cough cough, so you waited long enough, were you just waiting in the snow-capped mountains?"
Lingbo didn't say anything.
Lin Chen looked at her. In the moonlight, her profile was clearly defined, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent, like a porcelain doll.
He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice:
"Lingbo, have you ever liked anyone before?"
Lingbo paused for a moment, then turned to look at Lin Chen, a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected him to ask such a question.
Lin Chen smiled, a slightly mischievous smile:
"What? Can't I ask? I'm just curious, someone as beautiful as you, has never had anyone confess their love to you?"
Lingbo remained silent for a moment, then said calmly, "No."
Not even once?
"no."
Lin Chen clicked his tongue twice: "That's a pity."
That's understandable, though. If you always have a long face, like everyone owes you two hundred taels of silver, who would dare to pursue you?
Lingbo looked at Lin Chen, her eyes turning colder.
Lin Chen quickly waved his hand: "Just kidding, just kidding, don't be angry."
What I mean is, when you're not smiling, you do look a little...unapproachable.
Lin Chen paused, then leaned closer, lowering his voice even further:
"But you must look beautiful when you smile. Have you ever smiled?"
Lingbo didn't speak, but her ears turned slightly red, which was clearly visible in the moonlight.
Lin Chen felt a tickle in his heart, so he deliberately moved a little closer, close enough to smell her faint, cool fragrance:
"Have you ever thought about what it feels like to like someone?"
Lingbo looked at Lin Chen, her eyes holding something indescribable, like confusion, or perhaps... curiosity.
She didn't say anything, but her ears turned even redder.
Seeing her like that, Lin Chen was overjoyed, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Would you like me to teach you?"
Lingbo took a step back.
The expression on his face finally changed slightly—not anger, but panic.
That kind of panicked feeling when a little girl's secret is exposed, leaving her at a loss for what to do.
Lin Chen looked at her and laughed out loud:
"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. If you back up again, you'll fall into a pit."
Lingbo looked down and saw that her heels were already hanging over the edge of the steps. If she took another half step back, she would fall flat on her back.
She took a step forward, steadied herself, the blush on her face still lingering, her ears burning red.
Lin Chen leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, and said with a smile:
"Lingbo, you're quite an interesting person."
Lingbo didn't say anything.
"Really," Lin Chen said without any hesitation, continuing, "it's true."
"You seem cold and aloof, like an iceberg, but you're actually quite shy. I only said a couple of words and your ears turned red."
Lingbo looked at Lin Chen coldly.
"Look, look, here we go again, that same expression," Lin Chen chuckled.
"You're clearly panicking inside, but you have to pretend everything's fine. Aren't you tired of that?"
Lingbo turned and left.
The white robes flashed in the moonlight, like a white lightning bolt.
He took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, his back to Lin Chen, his voice cold, but with a barely perceptible tremor at the end:
"You're so boring."
After saying that, she quickened her pace and disappeared behind the moon gate.
Lin Chen stood there, watching Ling Bo's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Then he turned around and walked back, humming a little tune, in an extremely good mood.
Push open the door to the side hall.
I froze as soon as I stepped inside.
There was a person lying on the bed.
It's not a blue phoenix.
She was a girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a thin gauze dress, and the blanket only covered her waist, revealing her fair shoulders and arms.
The silver ornaments sat on the bedside table, gleaming in the candlelight.
Ah Yue.
The girl who leads the dance at night.
She was curled up in bed, her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her breathing a little rapid; she was clearly not asleep.
The curves of her body were faintly visible beneath the blanket.
Lin Chen stood at the door, silent.
He looked at A-Yue, then at the doorway, then back at A-Yue.
My mind was racing.
What's going on?
He remembered saying "no need, no need," so why was the person still delivered?
What kind of move is this, cheap father-in-law?
Forced buying and selling?
Lin Chen took a deep breath, went inside, and closed the door.
A-Yue opened her eyes and looked at Lin Chen. Her eyes were bright black, like two grapes.
She sat up, the blanket slipped down, revealing more of her body.
Her voice was soft and a little nervous: "Your...Your Highness."
Lin Chen looked at her and sighed, "What are you doing here?"
A-Yue kept her head down, her fingers clutching the corner of the blanket, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz:
"His Majesty said... to let this servant serve His Majesty."
Lin Chen sighed, rubbing his forehead.
He knew that his reputation had been tarnished by rumors.
Lin Chen walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and calmed himself down.
A-Yue was still sitting on the bed, head down, her fingers twisting the corner of the blanket, extremely nervous.
Lin Chen found her expression somewhat amusing:
"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat you."
A-Yue raised her head, glanced at Lin Chen, then lowered her head again and whispered:
"This servant...this servant is not afraid."
"Why are you shaking if you're not afraid?"
A-Yue looked down and saw that her hands were indeed shaking.
She quickly hid her hands under the blanket, her face turning even redder, red enough to boil an egg.
Lin Chen put down the cup, walked over, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
A-Yue shrank back, her back pressed against the headboard, with nowhere to retreat.
Lin Chen looked at her and asked, "How old are you?"
"Ten...eighteen."
"Eighteen, not a child anymore. Who else lives in your family?"
A-Yue was taken aback, not expecting Lin Chen to ask such a question, and subconsciously answered:
"I also have an older brother who serves as a guard in the palace."
Where are your parents?
"They're all...gone."
Lin Chen nodded: "The Nanzhao people?"
"Um."
Do you have someone you like?