Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Ning Ruan lay inside a tent.

The tent he slept in tonight was a private one, intended for two people. It was said that during the day, Chu Yuan had wiped out an entire team of over twenty people. This tent was part of the spoils from that slaughtered team.

Ning Ruan was quite happy to be able to sleep in a tent by himself. With so many people around, the mix of cluttered scents usually made his head throb.

Ning Ruan’s small face rubbed gently against the soft blanket Wenofen had gifted him. He sprawled across the blanket, swinging his fair legs back and forth.

He wondered when 007 would return; not hearing 007’s voice for a while felt a bit strange. Left to his own devices, Ning Ruan’s mind went blank, his expression dazed and innocent looking exactly like an exquisite, beautiful puppet.

Wenofen’s finger tapped against the screen.

At first, the man’s finger merely tapped Ning Ruan’s earlobe, but gradually, it moved to tap against his lips.

The sleeping Ning Ruan’s breathing was shallow, and his lips were slightly parted as if cooperating with Wenofen’s movements. It looked as though he was taking Wenofen’s index finger into his mouth, his small, reddened lips unable to close properly because of the intrusion.

A dark light flickered across Wenofen’s pale gray eyes.

Such an obedient baby.

Chu Yuan’s night watch schedule tonight was practically a kamikaze move hurting himself to hurt the enemy. He kept a death-grip gaze on both Jiang Qingfeng and Gu Hui, terrified that either of them would sneak into the tent to secretly hold Ning Ruan while he slept.

Gu Hui sat by the fire, smiling every so often. He was still reminiscing about the feeling of holding Ning Ruan earlier, and the way Ning Ruan had leaned in close to wipe his wounds.

Gu Hui used a twig to doodle aimlessly on the ground. Ning Ruan is truly so cute.

Not only was he cute, but he was also very fragrant. Could a boy really be this sweet-smelling and adorable? He even began to wonder if Ning Ruan was actually a girl.

Fragrant and soft, and then there was… Gu Hui couldn’t stop himself from thinking further until his neck turned bright red.

Meanwhile, Chu Yuan was annoyingly drying Ning Ruan’s small underwear over the fire.

Jiang Qingfeng rolled his eyes at Chu Yuan. He’d been drying those tiny pants for half an hour. Everyone already knew he had washed them for Ning Ruan. Was this really worth acting like a peacock showing off its feathers?

Ning Ruan even stepped on him and did he say anything?

Seeing Jiang Qingfeng’s face turn ashen, Chu Yuan felt even more triumphant. After finishing the underwear, he moved on to the T-shirt he had dirtied. He had washed it clean so Ning Ruan could wear it.

Ning Ruan clutched the blanket in his arms, wedging it between his legs. He wasn’t exactly a “proper” sleeper, and the clothes Wenofen had given him didn’t cover much flesh.

The T-shirt had ridden up from his tossing and turning, revealing a narrow waist and a large patch of fair, pinkish skin. Near the hem of the shirt, more intoxicating scenery lay shyly hidden.

The shorts were the same—too short, almost revealing the pink underwear the youth wore underneath.

Wenofen, what’s with the mosaic again? Is this X-rated now? Even looking at legs is X-rated?

Just let me see my wife for a second, I beg you. I’ve had insomnia for days. If I don’t see my wife’s pink little BEEP BEEP BEEP I really won’t be able to sleep.

If you can’t handle the job, quit, bro!!! Don’t hold me up from seeing Baby.

HOLY CRAP!!!

The clamor in the livestream to see wife came to a screeching halt as vines burst forth from the moist earth.

At first, it was just a tiny sprout, but in the next second, it grew rapidly, winding around Ning Ruan’s legs. His fair skin was squeezed into red marks by the vines, and his soft flesh bulged between the coils.

The vines shamelessly slithered into his empty pant legs.

Ning Ruan felt the constriction and tried to push away the things binding him, but his hands were caught by the vines.

The vines sprouted a pair of fluffy tiger ears and stuffed them into the boy’s hands, letting the beautiful treasure grab and play with them. The fluffy ears on the vine seemed to be coaxing Ning Ruan to sleep, vibrating gently in his palm.

Rustle… Rustle…

F—k, why can the vines move and grow tiger ears? And where did that tongue come from? Does he have a *** too?

Is this the dead husband again?

Baby looks so well-behaved when he sleeps. So obedient and beautiful, I really want to kiss him.

Baby, you know I’ve been wifeless since I was a kid. Baby, let me *** just once.

It’s a vine that picks up other people’s organs everywhere. Tiger ears, and it even has a tongue? Does it have a wolf *** too? Scavenger vine—it picks up trash and brings it back for the wife to play with.

How does it know Baby likes fluffy things?

Can’t you pick up a few more fluffy things? Can’t you see Baby likes them? Useless vine, no wonder you don’t have a wife.

Ning Ruan was extremely uncomfortable. Even with a ball of fluff in his hand, he felt miserable. It was a strange sensation, as if he were completely imprisoned, unable to move at all.

In a broken whimper, Ning Ruan choked out. Go away.

It was a tiny, faint sound, but the vines actually stopped. They merely stayed close to Ning Ruan, snuggling him as if they were intimate lovers.

Rustle… rustle… rustle…

Baby… Wife… Mine…

The vine leaves shook continuously. Even though it was a plant, one could see the likeness of a dog frantically wagging its tail to please its master.

So obedient.

Ning Ning.

Rustle, rustle.

The next morning, Ning Ruan woke up and stared at the blue and purple marks all over his body. He was stunned.

Did Chu Yuan hit him last night? Or was it that pervert Jiang Qingfeng?!

Ning Ruan hugged his legs in anger. Bad guys. They were all a bunch of bullies who liked to pick on people. How could they treat him like this?

The three men practically squeezed into the tent at the same time, only to see the beautiful youth clutching his knees and crying piteously.

The tender white flesh of the little beauty was mottled with red marks. He bit his swollen lip and glared at them angrily. You guys are horrible.

How could you bully me like this?

As the little beauty scolded them, the gazes of Chu Yuan and Jiang Qingfeng became dark and unreadable.

Gu Hui only felt his head spinning. It seemed Ning Ruan was scolding him, but he hadn’t bullied him! How could someone be so cute even when scolding people? How could he look so beautiful when he was angry?

Ning Ruan really was a beautiful baby. Could Ning Ruan scold him a few more times?

Chu Yuan stepped forward to support Ning Ruan’s marked legs to inspect them, asking softly, How did this happen?

Jiang Qingfeng didn’t lag behind. He walked over, circled behind Ning Ruan, and wrapped his arm around the boy’s narrow waist to check carefully. Baby, how did even your lower back get pressed and kissed.

And they still wouldn’t admit it!

Chu Yuan was a bad dog, and Jiang Qingfeng was a bad dog too. They actually refused to admit it. It was clearly them, yet they had the nerve to ask him how it happened.

Ning Ruan’s shoulders shook with rage, and his eyelashes fluttered. I, I hate you all.

Ning Ruan cried even more piteously. His whimpers, each one more distressed than the last, finally pulled Gu Hui out of his “Wife is so beautiful when angry” loop.

Gu Hui reached out in a panic, trying to wipe Ning Ruan’s tears. Don’t cry, Ning Ning, please don’t cry.

If you keep crying, your eyes will hurt later.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

Do you want more berries? I’ll find a ton for you today, okay?

Gu Hui was flustered as he tried to comfort him, but Ning Ruan just felt incredibly aggrieved. He had been sleeping perfectly fine, but when he woke up, he was in pain everywhere, as if he had been beaten.

Chu Yuan hated him. And Jiang Qingfeng had looked at him with that very strange expression yesterday if he wasn’t planning to hit him, then what was he doing?

All the questions Chu Yuan wanted to ask were choked back by Ning Ruan’s tears. All the comforting words were said by Gu Hui alone.

Chu Yuan could only maintain a cold face while applying medicinal oil to Ning Ruan, trying to rub away the unsightly blue and purple marks on the boy’s legs.

Jiang Qingfeng apologized with a surprisingly good temper. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. If Baby is angry, just hit me.

Jiang Qingfeng didn’t care whether it was his fault or not; whatever Ning Ruan said, he would patiently coax him and say sorry.

Jiang Qingfeng ground his molars. Why didn’t Ning Ruan hit him?

Outside the tent, Ning Ta crouched down, listening to Ning Ruan’s sobbing. His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a thousand termites, the itch was unbearable.

The poor little thing was bullied to tears by bad men.

Three of them went in at once; can Ning Ruan handle it?