After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

In the hospital corridor where people could pass by at any moment, Juezhou clung tightly to Zhou Chenyu, every part of his body craving more contact.

His voice had also grown slightly hoarse. Though he had been mocking Zhou Chenyu not long ago, he now spoke in a completely different tone, pleading with Zhou Chenyu not to let go.

“You still want a hug?” Zhou Chenyu asked.

“No,” Juezhou said stubbornly, even as his hand continued to grip Zhou Chenyu’s tie tightly.

The end of his sentence was trembling and broken.

Physiological satisfaction quickly overcame psychological shame; moreover, Juezhou was never someone with particularly strong willpower to begin with.

Zhou Chenyu easily noticed the abnormality in his state and half-carried him as they stood up.

Only when Juezhou was in his arms did Zhou Chenyu realize how soft his body was; he likely rarely exercised and had very little muscle mass.

Juezhou’s hand slipped beneath the hem of Zhou Chenyu’s shirt. Just as one knuckle had poked inside, his wrist bone was seized by Zhou Chenyu.

If a popular Movie King and a wealthy young master were caught in a close physical encounter in broad daylight at a hospital, it would likely dominate the headlines for an entire week.

“If you want it, be good,” Zhou Chenyu whispered.

He carried a faint scent of perfume—it was sweet and not overpowering, mingled with the almost dissipated smell of tobacco. Juezhou pressed his nose against the crook of the man’s neck to sniff it, feeling a sudden urge to open his mouth and bite him hard.

Zhou Chenyu had just been injured, so his movements were slower than usual when he walked, yet the hand shielding Juezhou remained firm. There was a restroom on the third floor; he carried Juezhou inside and set him down on the toilet lid. The moment his fingertips pulled away, the latter dissatisfiedly leaned back in.

“Skin hunger syndrome?” As a Movie King, Zhou Chenyu had been exposed to far more things than the average person.

Juezhou didn’t want his rival to grasp his weakness, so he pursed his lips tightly, the rims of his eyes turning even redder.

He usually wore long sleeves to avoid physical contact; he hadn’t expected this ailment to worsen as he grew older.

This was the first time since reaching adulthood that it had been triggered so intensely… he wanted to be held tighter by Zhou Chenyu, to draw in more of his warmth.

Zhou Chenyu didn’t press for details. Instead, his calloused fingers lightly stroked the back of Juezhou’s neck in a soothing manner.

Juezhou trembled as his fingertips slipped into Zhou Chenyu’s shirt, touching firm muscle.

The smell of disinfectant in the restroom was pungent. Juezhou disliked the scent, so he leaned closer to Zhou Chenyu and peevishly bit him on the neck.

A faint tooth mark appeared on the snow-white skin covering the dark blue veins.

Zhou Chenyu touched the injury and let out a low chuckle.

It stung slightly, like being bitten by a kitten.

He had never raised a cat, but he knew that only a craving kept at arm’s length would make a cat stay.

The sound of someone washing their hands came from outside.

Juezhou’s hand was pinned by Zhou Chenyu and pulled away from its original spot. He rubbed against him dissatisfiedly, but Zhou Chenyu’s deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded above his head: “That’s enough. Do you want to be discovered?”

If there were paparazzi outside, the news of the two of them staying in a restroom together would certainly make the headlines.

Zhou Chenyu pulled the stall door open a crack. From Juezhou’s angle, he could just see the person at the sink. He hurriedly grabbed Zhou Chenyu’s sleeve. “Don’t go out.”

His heartbeat grew loud and frantic, nearly jumping out of his throat.

“Xie Wenchen?” Zhou Chenyu glanced at the sink and closed the stall door.

“How do you know his name? Mmph…”

Zhou Chenyu hooked his index finger and brushed it against Juezhou’s chin, saying ambiguously, “Little Master, from the day you started keeping him, many people obtained his full dossier.”

Juezhou lifted his chin, his eyelashes damp, a hint of confusion in his light-colored eyes.

After his nerves had been in a state of excessive excitement for so long, even his fingers were soft and lacked strength. He especially failed to understand the subtext in Zhou Chenyu’s words—

Countless people are watching you, and they are jealous because you have been moved for the first time.

It wasn’t until the footsteps outside disappeared that Zhou Chenyu let go of Juezhou and slowly helped him tidy his messy collar.

However, the Little Master’s skin was too tender; the redness in his eyes hadn’t faded, and there were conspicuous bite marks on Zhou Chenyu’s neck. With such an ambiguous appearance, anyone with even a little experience would let their imagination run wild about what the two of them had been doing in the restroom.

The moment he was released, Juezhou bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the desire for further contact, his sneakers landing on the porcelain floor.

He needed Zhou Chenyu’s support through his clothes to stand up and walk to the sink.

It seemed today’s touch from Zhou Chenyu had unsealed something within him—if it weren’t for his remaining self-control, he would have loved to keep hugging and rubbing against Zhou Chenyu.

Juezhou: 【System, System! Am I a bit weird?】 The System hurriedly consulted the data and returned to tell him: 【Skin hunger syndrome is your setting in the original novel, but you don’t personally have this ailment. Therefore, before the main plot unfolded, the power of the plot was weak, and your skin hunger wasn’t very obvious. After meeting the Protagonist Bottom, your skin hunger will become increasingly severe. This is currently a normal situation.】

Juezhou had a faint, ominous premonition.

However, there was currently no way to solve it, so he could only endure it for now.

“Did you come to the hospital to see your little lover?” Zhou Chenyu washed his hands side-by-side with him, his voice hiding a smile.

“None of your business.” Juezhou splashed cold water on his face, finally letting his emotions cool down completely.

In the mirror, the corners of his eyes were a deep crimson, looking like crushed peach blossom petals with lush juice overflowing… it really made Juezhou unhappy.

“Why are you here?” Juezhou asked.

“Picking up medical records.” Zhou Chenyu washed his hands slowly, seemingly not caring at all about Juezhou’s change in attitude.

Juezhou mocked, “Movie King Zhou really should find time to see if he has some sort of mental illness.”

Zhou Chenyu didn’t talk back, only letting out a light laugh.

…Juezhou suspected he was making an internal jab at his skin hunger syndrome.

He shook the water droplets off his fingertips and turned to leave the restroom, only to suddenly discover someone standing in the shadows of the corner.

It was Xie Wenchen.

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there. The moment he met Juezhou’s gaze, he quickly lowered his eyes. “Mr. Juezhou.”

Juezhou felt a bit awkward, wondering what kind of conclusions Xie Wenchen’s mind had jumped to.

However, thinking this was a good opportunity to grind “Oppression Points,” he nodded and immediately grabbed Zhou Chenyu’s arm.

Zhou Chenyu’s gaze landed on Xie Wenchen.

Just like the rumors said, besides having a good-looking face, there wasn’t a single redeeming quality about him. He really didn’t know what the high-and-mighty Little Master saw in him.

Xie Wenchen was still in his growth spurt and was only slightly taller than Juezhou. He looked up to meet Zhou Chenyu’s eyes.

Zhou Chenyu tilted his head, seemingly accidentally revealing the bite marks on his neck.

Xie Wenchen’s hands clenched into fists.

In Juezhou’s eyes, the two of them were sharing a gaze full of deep emotion.

In the original text, the author must have spent a great deal of ink describing the Protagonist Top and Bottom’s gaze at this moment, being as sentimental as possible while stepping on Juezhou, the villainous cannon fodder.

Using Zhou Chenyu to make Xie Wenchen jealous was clearly very effective. The System chimed: 【Oppression Points +20.】

“I’m leaving first.” Zhou Chenyu squeezed Juezhou’s wrist bone through his clothes.

Although Juezhou hoped he would stay to help him continue grinding Xie Wenchen’s Oppression Points, he loathed Zhou Chenyu as a person even more. He waved his hand to indicate he understood.

Xie Wenchen also said he needed to go back and look after his mother.

Juezhou decided to stay put for a while to give the little couple some time together.

What Juezhou didn’t know was that after Xie Wenchen and Zhou Chenyu left the restroom, they didn’t say a single word and simply brushed past each other.

Xie Wenchen returned to the multi-person ward where his mother was. He sat by the bed and meticulously peeled an apple with a fruit knife.

A middle-aged woman lay on the hospital bed, her complexion sallow, a respiratory mask covering her face. Xie Wenchen stared at her quietly, as if looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

The color of his eyes and hair were very dark. When he was expressionless, he radiated an indescribable coldness. It wasn’t until he heard the door open that the gloom surrounding him dissipated.

Juezhou stepped into the ward and first smiled at the sleeping Mother Xie, saying, “Hello, Auntie.”

Mother Xie naturally did not respond.

This was a four-person ward; the others couldn’t help but have their attention drawn to him, looking over this way.

Juezhou found a chair and sat down, grabbing the apple Xie Wenchen had just finished peeling and taking a bite.

“I will take care of your mother’s hospitalization fees,” he said.

The plot summary described Xie Wenchen as caring deeply about family. For the sake of the hospital fees, he would have to reluctantly follow behind Juezhou as a lover in the coming days.

Xie Wenchen’s expression showed no joy; he kept his eyes down, staring at his shoes.

“Was the person in the restroom just now Mr. Juezhou’s new lover?” he asked slowly.

Initially, Juezhou thought Xie Wenchen was afraid someone else would snatch his share of the “keep” money. Only later did he realize Xie Wenchen was jealous—jealous that he had been in close contact with Zhou Chenyu.

He was also quite helpless; the Protagonist Top and Bottom clearly loved each other yet refused to admit their feelings, radiating jealousy at him—a cannon fodder tool—every day.

“Of course not.” Juezhou shook his head.

The System issued a temporary new task: 【Please humiliate Xie Wenchen in front of his gravely ill mother. Task Reward: 10 Oppression Points.】

【That’s a bit wicked, isn’t it?】 Juezhou took another bite of the apple.

The System thought so too, but the task wasn’t decided by it, but by the original plot: 【If you fail, 30 Oppression Points will be deducted.】

“Tsk.” Juezhou furrowed his brows in displeasure.

He extended his finger, wet with apple juice, in front of Xie Wenchen. His tone was displeased: “It’s dirty.”

He was hinting for Xie Wenchen to get a tissue and help him wipe his finger.

Juezhou studied painting; his hands were very beautiful—well-defined, slender, and fair.

Xie Wenchen paused for a moment, then lowered his head slightly and began to lick Juezhou’s hand, starting from the protruding knuckle.