Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Black-Hearted Little Widower in the Battle Royale (Part 2)

 

I really don’t know how anyone is supposed to raise a black-hearted little widower like you, Chu Yuan didn’t forget to add sarcastically.

 

Ning Ruan wanted to argue that he wasn’t “black-hearted,” but then he remembered he had just killed his “husband.” If that wasn’t black-hearted, what was? At the thought of this, Ning Ruan lowered his gaze, feeling a sense of loss. If Zhou Chen’an were here, no one would dare treat him this way.

 

But he had already killed Zhou Chen’an.

 

Meanwhile, on the Battle Royale’s live stream chat:

 

A black-hearted little widower? Who cares if Ruan Ruan had three men before! I’m not saying a word!

 

LOL, back when Ruan Ruan was getting cozy with the first three, you were the one watching the most. Stop acting now.

 

Such a Strong-Man act.

 

Am I the only one who noticed that ‘Bad Dog’ just touched our baby’s ankle? A killer’s hands must be calloused; he probably chafed our baby’s skin.

 

Baby, why are you rewarding him? Don’t kick him—kick me instead!

 

What a nuisance.

 

Chu Yuan stood up and walked into the dense forest.

 

Ning Ruan lowered his eyes and bit his crimson lower lip. It seemed he had failed his mission. Chu Yuan was ignoring him entirely, and now he was heading into the pitch-black forest specifically to avoid him.

 

The night was dark and windy. Deep in the forest, the branches stood stiff and jagged like ghosts. Chu Yuan stepped on dry twigs, creating a rhythmic crunch-crunch sound. As the noise faded, the deep woods became a terrifying void of the unknown.

 

Ning Ruan bit his lip harder. His mission couldn’t end like this. If Chu Yuan wouldn’t start a fire for him, he would just have to pester him. Regardless of the method, he had to complete his task.

 

Ning Ruan followed him.

 

The others watched Ning Ruan’s retreating back and exchanged glances. When they had heard Ning Ruan ask for a fire, everyone had the same reaction: disgust and disdain. Ning Ruan understood nothing; he was just a “vase”—a pretty face with no substance.

 

In a game of mutual slaughter, lighting a fire in the dead of night was no different from putting a bullseye on your back. It was a cry for a quick death. Fortunately, Chu Yuan wasn’t some “love-brained” simp; he hadn’t agreed to Ning Ruan’s unreasonable demand.

 

A well-fed crow perched contentedly on a branch, its beady eyes darting around.

 

Ning Ruan couldn’t see the path ahead. At first, he followed the sound of Chu Yuan’s footsteps, but Chu Yuan moved too fast, and Ning Ruan soon lost him. Standing helplessly in the thicket, he tried to find his bearings.

 

A chilling wind swept past his back, and a cold, rough sensation brushed against his calf.

 

Ning Ruan turned pale with fright. His eyelashes were wet with tears, trembling in clumps. He looked innocent and frail. He didn’t dare look down, fearing he might see something unclean. In the face of the unknown, humans are always gripped by terror.

 

007, is there something there? Or am I just so scared I’m hallucinating? Ning Ruan’s face was white, his voice shaking as he sought help from 007. But 007 gave no response.

 

Ning Ruan felt like crying even more. Why was 007 gone at a time like this?

 

Perhaps sensing Ning Ruan’s isolation, the cold, rough sensation began to coil upward. Ning Ruan gritted his teeth and barked, “G-get lost…”

 

It was a hollow show of bravado.

 

Instead of stopping the mysterious entity, his shout only emboldened it. It coiled around the boy’s soft, white calf. The boy looked small and thin, yet his calves possessed a soft, delicate fleshiness. As the rough thing tightened, the soft skin squeezed through the gaps, creating a vivid sense of texture.

 

Snap.

 

A spark lit up before his eyes, and the rough sensation on his leg vanished instantly.

 

What are you doing here? Chu Yuan spoke impatiently, as if Ning Ruan were a burdensome piece of luggage—a nuisance to whoever carried him.

 

Why does he love crying so much? Back then, he cried when he was held by the waist and kissed. Now, he cries just because he’s lost. So stupid—getting lost while just walking.

 

Large teardrops fell in succession, wetting his snowy-white face. His almond eyes were red and watery, his lips pouted in extreme grievance. I really hate these little things that can only survive as parasites, Chu Yuan thought, frowning.

 

Having just been terrified by something unknown, Ning Ruan felt incredibly wronged. You walked too fast I couldn’t keep up.

 

He grumbled softly, but his voice was so velvety and pitiful that it sounded like he was acting spoiled.

 

Chu Yuan arched an eyebrow. Why did you follow me?

 

Was he worried? Or did he think I was like those previous three men that I’d get hooked like a dog the moment he wiggled a finger? If that’s what Ning Ruan thought, he was dead wrong. Chu Yuan wasn’t a simp like them.

 

Suddenly, 007 reappeared: Baby, you should tell Chu Yuan you were worried about him now.

 

Ning Ruan’s voice was muffled as he replied honestly to 007: But I’m not worried about him.

 

007: Of course! You wouldn’t worry about a stubborn, bad man like Chu Yuan. But, Host, you have to coax the bad man into starting a fire for you!

 

Ning Ruan pursed his crimson lips and tried to speak. “I, I was worried about you, of course.

 

You came into the woods alone to get wood to start a fire for me… of course I’d be worried, Ning Ruan added, improvising a bit of self-taught logic.

 

The exquisite, beautiful boy hadn’t even wiped the tear tracks from his face before he looked up with that snowy-white countenance and uttered those ambiguous words. He was so practiced at “caring” for other men; one couldn’t even tell his husband had just died.

 

Heh.

 

“And then you scared yourself into crying. All you do is drag people down,” Chu Yuan said dismissively. He reached out, pinching Ning Ruan’s small white face and using his thumb to wipe away the tears.

 

Why is he so delicate? Even without much force, the little widower’s snowy cheeks were rubbed red.

 

Looking at the red marks his thumb left, Chu Yuan’s eyes darkened. The little thing seemed even colder now; his soft face was icy to the touch.

 

I gathered wood because I was cold. As for starting a fire for you? Keep dreaming.

 

Yet, Chu Yuan’s hand continued to rub Ning Ruan’s face.

 

Ning Ruan: “?”

 

He hates me, so why does he keep rubbing my face? Is he trying to disfigure me? But rubbing a face wouldn’t cause disfigurement it just hurt a little.

 

After rubbing for a while, Chu Yuan narrowed his eyes. How can he be so submissive? He doesn’t even struggle when someone rubs his face like this.

 

He really is a black-hearted little widower who belongs to everyone. His husband is barely cold and he’s already being intimate with someone else. If I took off his pants right now and did him, would he even refuse?

 

Chu Yuan’s expression turned cold. He pulled his hand back as if he had touched something filthy. Keep up. If you fall behind again, stay here and feed the crows.

 

Chu Yuan walked ahead, rubbing his fingers together, feeling a strange sense of loss. He glanced at Ning Ruan, who was walking slowly beside him, and decelerated his pace.

 

Ning Ruan was completely confused. He didn’t understand why Chu Yuan’s mood swung so wildly; the man seemed a bit crazy. Regardless, Chu Yuan was starting a fire, so the mission was technically a success.

 

Ning Ruan carefully stepped exactly where Chu Yuan had stepped as they headed back.

 

Baby, why did you let that smelly man touch your face?!

 

Ruan Ruan, get away from that bad man!

 

Strong-man”哥’s mouth is harder than his d*ck, but he’s still starting a fire for the baby! But he didn’t wait for the baby—Strong-man is bad!!!

 

Baby, let me rub your face too. Chu-dog ate well today; baby, don’t reward him anymore.

 

When Chu Yuan returned with an armful of firewood, everyone in the group was stunned.

 

As Chu Yuan started to build the fire, a teammate pressed his hand down. Brother Chu, maybe we shouldn’t? If other teams see us, we might get surrounded.

 

Compared to Ning Ruan—who was currently ranked first in points the team clearly trusted Chu Yuan more. They directed their concerns to him.

 

Chu Yuan glanced up and saw Ning Ruan standing nearby, eyes sparkling as he waited for the fire.

 

A pretty kitten. The thought flashed through Chu Yuan’s mind.

 

When the other three men were around, they always lit a fire at night so Ning Ruan wouldn’t freeze. Just because those three were dead didn’t mean Ning Ruan’s quality of life should drop. Otherwise, wouldn’t it make him look incompetent?

 

Without even looking at the teammate, Chu Yuan said, “If you’re scared of trouble, then get lost.”

 

The white-haired teammate looked reproachfully at Ning Ruan. Fine, fine. The first, second, and third leaders used to say the exact same thing.

 

A fox spirit.

 

Sensing someone’s gaze, Ning Ruan subconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

 

The white-haired boy quickly averted his eyes, but his ears turned bright red. His mind kept replaying the image of Ning Ruan looking over. Ning Ruan really was like a fox spirit—the kind that would eat a man’s bones clean.

 

The teammate next to the white-haired boy was also staring blankly. They knew Ning Ruan was beautiful, but seeing his face illuminated by the flickering flames—a face both pure and decadent—still made them dazed.

 

Having completed his mission, Ning Ruan sat happily by the fire. 007, I did it! Completing the first task gave him a boost of confidence.

 

007: I told you our baby is amazing.

 

In the middle of a slaughter, no one dared to sleep deeply. The team took turns on watch, two people per hour, ensuring everyone got five hours of sleep. It was now Ning Ruan and Chu Yuan’s turn.

 

Initially, Ning Ruan sat a full person’s width away from Chu Yuan. But slowly, the distance between them closed.

 

Suddenly, Chu Yuan felt a weight on his shoulder. The little widower had actually fallen asleep against him.

 

Is this another trick to seduce me? Chu Yuan wondered. Is he going to wrap his arms around my neck and kiss me next? If he dares, I’ll definitely push him away.

 

By the fire, the man’s face remained cold as he poked the embers with a stick. The fire crackled as it hit fresh oxygen. Under the orange light, his deep, ink-black eyes and sharp features looked even more chiseled.

 

He waited a long time. Ning Ruan didn’t lean in to kiss him. Naturally, he didn’t get the chance to push him away. Because Ning Ruan didn’t make a move, Chu Yuan’s face grew even colder.

 

Even as dense as he was, Chu Yuan realized Ning Ruan was simply using him as a pillow.

 

The reflection on Chu Yuan’s watch showed Ning Ruan’s face, flushed pink from sleep. His cheek was pressed into a slight crease, and his mouth was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of a soft, red tongue. He looked like a ripe cherry, ready to burst with sweet juice at the slightest bite.

 

Chu Yuan didn’t know how long he spent staring at that reflection.

 

When the white-haired boy, Gu Hui, came to take over the watch, he walked into this scene. Gu Hui was mesmerized. He couldn’t help but think: If the little widower can sleep against Chu Yuan, why can’t he sleep against me? He completely forgot that two hours ago, he had labeled Ning Ruan a “black-hearted little widower” he would never approach.

 

Gu Hui scratched his hair and stepped forward. “Brother Chu, it’s my turn. You go back; I’ll watch the rest of the night with Ning Ruan.”

 

Chu Yuan’s gaze dropped. Watch with Ning Ruan?

 

He looked sideways at the soundly sleeping Ning Ruan, who was instinctively seeking warmth and nuzzling against him. The little widower really seduces everyone.

 

Chu Yuan suddenly scooped the boy up in his arms. “I’m taking Ning Ruan to sleep. You stay on watch.”

 

Gu Hui: “…”

 

As expected, Chu Yuan wanted Ning Ruan all to himself. Gu Hui couldn’t help but speak up. “Xiao Ruan never used to have just one person… I can protect him too.”

 

Chu Yuan’s gaze turned fierce, like a beast whose mate was being stolen. “It’s not your turn.”

 

Gu Hui stared longingly at Ning Ruan’s pink face, feeling a wave of disappointment. If I had the power to take care of Ning Ruan, would he lie in my arms like that? If he gave me a hug like that, I’d find him anything he wanted.

 

Do you even have Xiao Ruan’s consent to take him to sleep? Gu Hui asked weakly, trying to stop Chu Yuan.

 

In the early stages, resources were scarce. Their team only had one tent. Five or six people rotated sleeping in it. “Sleeping together” usually just meant lying side-by-side; it wasn’t as if anything untoward could happen.

 

Chu Yuan let out a cold laugh. The little widower was truly talented at hooking people; even Gu Hui, the “mouse” of the team, was standing up to him for Ning Ruan’s sake.

 

“I don’t need his consent. If I want to sleep with him, I will. If I don’t want him, I’ll throw him to the beasts. No matter what I do, it’s none of your business,” Chu Yuan said dismissively, treating Ning Ruan like a trivial object.

 

Hearing the muffled sounds of an argument, Ning Ruan knitted his delicate brows in annoyance. Still half-asleep and thinking he was back with the easy-to-coax Zhou Chen’an, he mumbled, Zhou Chen’an, don’t be noisy… I’m sleepy.