Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ning Ruan slapped Jiang Qingfeng across the face before suddenly realizing that Jiang Qingfeng was a lunatic capable of murder.

However, not only was Jiang Qingfeng not angry, he instead pulled Ning Ruan’s hand toward him, pressing dense, lingering kisses into his palm.

Ning Ruan tilted his head in confusion. Does Jiang Qingfeng have a tendency toward masochism?

Ahhh, Baby is a beautiful little kitten! That head tilt is a critical hit to my heart. Who wouldn’t love a bewildered kitty?

Baby’s fingertips are pink and so cute.

Ning Ning’s fingers are so white and tender, I want to lick, lick, lick, lick.

It started with just kisses, but eventually, Jiang Qingfeng actually began to lick the gaps between his fingers. Ning Ruan was utterly at a loss. You stop licking.

He felt that Jiang Qingfeng was such a pervert; how could someone enjoy licking another person’s fingers?

Ning Ruan’s hand felt itchy from the licking, and his beautiful face turned a soft pink from being smothered by such intimate heat.

The flesh on Ning Ruan’s hands was very tender, like jelly—it seemed as though one could break his skin just by sucking on his fingers.

Jiang Qingfeng’s deep blue eyes grew dark. With lingering desire, he licked Ning Ruan’s reddened fingertips once more.

Ning Ruan’s eyes suddenly widened. He stared at Jiang Qingfeng in disbelief, his thick, raven-wing eyelashes trembling incessantly.

How is he still licking?

Ning Ruan’s small face was flushed pink from holding his breath.

He quickly withdrew his fingers. Jiang Qingfeng’s gaze followed the movement for a moment before reluctantly pulling away to stare at Ning Ruan’s flushed face. Does your hand hurt?

Ning Ruan:

Ning Ruan hid his hand behind his back, unsure where to put it. He was afraid of getting his clothes dirty, but also afraid Jiang Qingfeng would grab it and lick it vigorously again.

Ning Ruan’s voice was small and weak. It hurts.

Just now, Ning Ruan had been truly fuming and hadn’t held back his strength. As a result, his own palm had turned red. Seeing that Jiang Qingfeng’s face wasn’t even red only his own palm was Ning Ruan couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.

He couldn’t even hurt someone when hitting them. It was the same with previous tasks; only with 007’s help was he able to kill those three people.

Thinking of the scene of Jiang Qingfeng licking his hand, Ning Ruan quickly added another sentence: But you can’t lick me anymore. I’ll really get angry.

Jiang Qingfeng regretfully rubbed Ning Ruan’s dark hair. Mm, I won’t lick for now.

Ning Ruan gave a soft huff.

He kicked Jiang Qingfeng. I’m hungry. Find me something to eat.

After speaking, Ning Ruan explained in a low voice, “I don’t like eating compressed biscuits. They’re too dry. Find me something else.”

He truly was a pampered little beauty. The Battle Royale had been going on for half a month, and supplies were tight to the extreme. A single compressed biscuit was something others would fight over for half a day, yet Ning Ruan loathed them.

However, Jiang Qingfeng was in a good mood. After all, what Ning Ruan loathed was something Chu Yuan had given him.

Disliking Chu Yuan’s things was the same as disliking Chu Yuan.

Jiang Qingfeng asked, Do you want to go play with the water? Just play right beside me.

Ning Ruan’s cat-like eyes sparked with a bit of excitement. He wanted to play with the water, but he wasn’t a child anymore wouldn’t that look very childish?

Not long after Ning Ruan was born, his parents divorced. He was kicked back and forth like a ball between the two. Since he was young, he could only rely on the parents who disliked him.

After his parents formed new families, they both had their own children.

No one wanted Ning Ruan. They gave birth to him, but they didn’t want him.

He still remembered his father taking his younger brother to the seaside to play. He really wanted to go too, but was lectured by his father: Your brother is a child, so he likes playing with water. You aren’t a childish little kid anymore. Why go to the beach? Why play with water?

But at that time, Ning Ruan was only five years old.

Ning Ruan blinked, observing Jiang Qingfeng with what he thought was “slyness.” Realizing that Jiang Qingfeng really wanted him to play with the water, he spoke up awkwardly, “You’re the one asking me to play, okay? It’s not that I want to play myself.”

I’m not a childish little kid.

Ning Ning is definitely not a childish kid, Ning Ning is a beautiful baby!

Baby is so cute, hugs!!!

Chu-Dog, hurry up and get on your knees to beg Baby to play with the water. Can’t you see he really wants to?

Ah no, our Ning-treasure doesn’t want to play at all; it’s you who is begging him to play.

Ning Ruan’s little thoughts were completely exposed on that pure yet sultry face; his self-proclaimed slyness couldn’t be hidden at all.

Jiang Qingfeng: Mm, I want you to accompany me. Play with the water by my side.

Only then did Ning Ruan nod in satisfaction. “Jiang Qingfeng, you seem like a bit of a good person.

Baby, what are you doing? Don’t say Jiang Qingfeng is a good person!

As everyone knows, Jiang-Dog’s trigger for going crazy is ‘You are a good person.

Jiang-Dog is the kind of lunatic who likes contrast. He gains someone’s trust first, making them think he’s a reliable friend, and then he kills them without hesitation.

I even feel like while others were forced into this game, Jiang Qingfeng joined voluntarily. He really enjoys it.

I’m telling you, he’s doing too much today. One moment he’s supporting Ning Ning’s thigh, and while Ning Ning was asleep, he was measuring Ning Ning’s waist and calves… he doesn’t want to turn Ning Ning into a doll, does he?

Ning Ning, run!!!

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened slightly. A good person?

Even in this Battle Royale, Jiang Qingfeng was used to pretending to be a good person. The better the other person thought he was, the more pleasure he felt seeing the shock on their face when he killed them.

Those people had all said he was a good person too.

It’s just that no one had ever said it as beautifully as Ning Ruan.

Jiang Qingfeng mentally savored those words over and over, his gaze wandering over Ning Ruan’s body. He smiled gently. “Baby, I’ll carry you over to the side to splash in the water.”

Following Jiang Qingfeng to the lakeside, Ning Ruan finally had the heart to look at his surroundings. The midday sun was excellent, shining on the lake and creating shimmering ripples. The wind blew through the trees with a rustling sound.

Everything before him was as beautiful as an oil painting, as if they were merely on vacation in a scenic place.

The irony was that they were in the world of a Battle Royale. Their deaths were merely tools for others’ laughter and amusement.

Thus, all of this felt particularly unreal—ethereal and drifting, making one feel anxious.

However, Ning Ruan was naturally slower to react than others. He didn’t have that many emotions and was happily splashing in the water.

Ning Ruan’s feet patted the surface, kicking up spray.

His entire body was white and tender; even the flesh on his feet seemed to glow with whiteness. The water droplets on his arches glittered under the sunlight.

His instep curved into a beautiful arc. Water droplets slid down his foot and fell into the lake, creating ripples as his toes playfully tapped the surface.

Jiang Qingfeng stared at Ning Ruan’s feet for a long time. He had never seen such a perfect pair of feet so perfect that one wanted to kiss them.

“Baby, I’m going to start a fire to roast fish. Play by yourself for a while.

Ning Ruan was in the middle of enjoying himself and didn’t pay attention to Jiang Qingfeng.

He rested his hand on a rock, using his feet to kick up water, a satisfied smile on his lips. Sensing someone touching him, and thinking Jiang Qingfeng had returned, Ning Ruan pursed his full lips in dissatisfaction. I said, you aren’t allowed to lick me.

Ning Ruan thought for a bit about the icy-cold sensation coming from the back of his hand and added, You can’t touch me either.

But “Jiang Qingfeng” didn’t seem to understand his words. He continued to rub against the back of his hand. Just as Ning Ruan was about to get angry, he looked up and saw Jiang Qingfeng roasting fish not far away.

Ning Ruan was completely stunned. If Jiang Qingfeng was roasting fish, then who was touching his hand?

Only then did Ning Ruan realize the temperature of this hand was not normal. Even though it was noon and the sun was out, that hand was icy cold, without a trace of warmth, as if it had been dead for several days.

Ning Ruan was scared witless. He wanted to tell himself it wasn’t a human hand, but that hand pushed its way into the gaps between his fingers, interlocking with him as if they were devoted lovers.

An icy thumb rubbed against his thumb web—the movement was intimate and tender.

Ning Ruan’s eyelashes trembled continuously, his beautiful eyes filling with mist. His crimson lips were pressed tight; he almost didn’t know what to do.

Then, he felt the thing behind him kiss his fingertips.

As if covering up tracks, the creature repeated exactly what Jiang Qingfeng had done licking the gaps between his fingers, then putting Ning Ruan’s fingers in its mouth to suck on them.

Ning Ruan was terrified. He didn’t dare hit the monster like he hit Jiang Qingfeng; he could only let the monster bully him with trembling lashes.

Tears slid down his small, pointed face to his neck, soaking his thin T-shirt.

The wet T-shirt clung to Ning Ruan’s slightly pinkish body.

Fair skin, exquisite collarbones, and the slight rise and fall underneath.

The midday weather was sweltering. Even in the shade, Ning Ruan’s snow-white face was flushed pink by the heat, and his eyelashes were wet and clumped together.

He looked exactly like someone who had been bullied into crying.

Ahhh, holy crap, Ex-Husband, is that you?

Crap, crap, crap, Baby’s dead husband is back!

WTF, the Battle Royale game turned into a horror game.

Ex-Husband, you’re scaring my wife!!!

Jiang Qingfeng, is that broken fish of yours really that delicious? You’re still roasting that damn fish while Baby is being scared to tears!

Wenofen, what’s with the mosaic you’re putting up? Don’t think I don’t know you’re peeking at Baby’s.

Damn it, put me in the Battle Royale too. I promise, after I finish licking Baby, I’ll kill myself.

Kill yourself to become a ghost and then bully Ning Ning, right? I can hear your abacus clicking all the way from Peace State.

Outside the Battle Royale:

A man with pale gray eyes sat on a sofa. Even sitting down, one could tell he was tall with a noble, extraordinary aura. When he raised his eyelids to look at the large screen, he carried a kind of nonchalant intimidation.

Powerful, cold, and abstinent.

However, the crumpled paper balls in the man’s study wastebasket and the thick scent of photinia in the room betrayed him.

Wenofen’s gaze was locked tightly on the wet marks on Ning Ruan’s chest.

Such a pitiful little sweetheart, bullied to tears by a bad man.