HRPM – Chapter 380 The Cunning King’s Excuses

To everyone’s surprise, the money-loving Jin Luoluo completely broke character this time.

“No way! You absolutely have to say it. Everyone is waiting for you to admit that you’re a pervert!”

“Jin Luoluo, this is a rare sight indeed! Even one thousand taels can’t move your heart. You certainly seem enthusiastic about punishing Seventeenth Uncle.”

Xiao Che was displeased.

Jin Luoluo, who adored money above all else, was actually refusing a thousand taels just to make Seventeenth Uncle accept the punishment. That could only mean one thing—she cared a great deal about everything concerning him.

That realization made Xiao Che deeply uncomfortable.

He disliked seeing Jin Luoluo direct such passionate attention toward another man.

“Because seeing him take this punishment makes me happier than earning a thousand taels. Come on, stop stalling. A bet is a bet—accept defeat gracefully.”

Jin Luoluo refused to let Xiao Luo off the hook.

Xiao Luo could only smile helplessly.

Who would have thought that one day he would end up insulting himself?

It seemed Jin Luoluo was genuinely bothered by his helping Zhao Lin earlier.

But perhaps that was a good thing. It meant she cared about him.

With that thought, even this punishment suddenly seemed worthwhile.

So Xiao Luo said three times in succession:

“I am a pervert.”

“I am a pervert.”

“I am a pervert.”

His voice was elegant and pleasant, his manner charming without being vulgar.

It was as though he were reciting some profound saying rather than calling himself a lecher, completely stripping the phrase of its crude connotations.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Che had never expected him to give in so readily. They were both astonished and unable to suppress their laughter. The three young women also found the scene exceedingly amusing and giggled softly among themselves.

Jin Luoluo curled her lips.

“So you admit you’re a pervert after all. Hmph. Then tell me—how exactly are you a pervert?”

She had originally assumed he would produce a mountain of arguments to reject her demand.

Instead, he offered no resistance whatsoever and simply complied.

That made her even more uncomfortable.

The ease with which he answered seemed to suggest that he genuinely believed himself to be a pervert.

She had never met such a shameless one.

“Luoluo, don’t look at me with such contempt.”

“My definition of a pervert is different from yours. I believe that whenever a man encounters the woman he truly loves, he inevitably becomes a pervert. Because he loves her, he naturally wishes to have more of her, to draw closer to her. That is merely one of humanity’s fundamental desires—something perfectly normal.”

“So yes, I am a pervert.”

“But I am a pervert for only one woman.”

Xiao Luo’s refined and handsome face resembled a tranquil autumn lake. A faint smile spread across it in gentle ripples, while his eyes, clear as polished jade, were open and candid, devoid of even the slightest pretense.