Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Ning Ruan leaned closer to the edge of the woods, ensuring the branches and leaves separated him from Chu Yuan.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Ruan still seemed uneasy. Can you really not see anything?

Clutching Ning Ruan’s clothes in his hand, Chu Yuan’s throat was tight. He forced a sentence out: Mm, can’t see.

Yet, his eyes didn’t blink once.

With the branches partially obscuring and partially revealing the view, the already ambiguous atmosphere became even more intoxicating.

Ning Ruan had his back to him. The cotton boxer briefs printed with little yellow ducks hugged his soft flesh; below them were a pair of straight, slender legs with skin as white and tender as snow.

As the boy leaned forward to scoop up water, his narrow waist and beautiful dimples transitioned into a stunningly graceful curve at the back.

It was beautiful to the extreme.

And erotic to the extreme.

Inappropriate thoughts uncontrollably flooded Chu Yuan’s mind. He wanted to grab Ning Ruan’s lower back so he had nowhere to run, leaving him to do nothing but sob softly and weakly.

Chu Yuan.

Hearing no sound for a long while, Ning Ruan called out like a bewildered little animal, terrified that Chu Yuan had abandoned him.

Chu Yuan’s voice was hoarse: Mm, I’m here.

Ning Ruan’s heart settled again, his tone turning coquettish. You have to keep an eye on me, okay? Don’t be like Jiang Qingfeng.

At this moment, Chu Yuan had no mental capacity to wonder which “stray dog” Jiang Qingfeng was; he only knew that Ning Ruan told him to watch.

A smirk played on Chu Yuan’s lips. Alright, I’m watching you. You can take your time washing.

Chu Yuan is being so obedient right now.

He was even more obedient than the white-haired puppy who gave him berries earlier; Ning Ruan almost wasn’t used to it.

Ning Ruan continued scooping water, carefully starting by washing his soft, beautiful little face. He looked like a kitten cupping water, the tips of his “paws” dabbing at the water to repeatedly rub his fair face.

Life in a Battle Royale was still quite distressing.

He only had one pair of boxer briefs to wear.

Even knowing Chu Yuan couldn’t see him, he couldn’t bring himself to strip completely while someone else was there. He didn’t want to take everything off.

Ning Ruan could only scoop the water very carefully, otherwise, if his underwear got wet, it would be hard to put his pants back on later.

However, a strange sound seemed to join the wind. In the scorching air, the man’s breathing rose and fell heavily.

Ning Ruan listened to the sounds Chu Yuan was making in a daze, the tips of his ears turning redder and redder. Ugh, what exactly is Chu Yuan doing?

Ning Ruan was thoroughly spooked by the man’s sudden, heavy noises. The water in his hands splashed onto his clothes in his fright. His snow-white face turned a deep crimson as he helplessly bit his full lip.

Chu Yuan wasn’t ashamed at all.

The lake water rippled and swayed, carrying foam that lapped against Ning Ruan’s pale ankles.

Like wine swirling in a glass, licking the walls of the cup.

Wenofen was tidying up some clothing a shirt, shorts, pink underwear, and oh, a small blanket printed with kittens.

A clean little beauty should wear clean clothes.

He shouldn’t wear a bad man’s clothes not even a jacket.

Ning Ruan hurriedly finished cleaning himself and spoke up nervously, You, you stop doing that.

Didn’t Chu Yuan’s mother ever tell him that boys shouldn’t do such things in front of others? As Ning Ruan thought this, he unknowingly said it out loud to Chu Yuan.

Chu Yuan let out a low, muffled laugh. Did Ning Ning’s mother teach him not to do such things in front of others?

She taught him well.

With a face that was both pure and sultry, if he ever did such a thing in front of others, he’d likely be pinned down by some wild man and licked until there wasn’t a single patch of good skin left on him.

Ning Ruan gave a soft huff, his tone laced with intimacy and pride. “Of course not. Zhou Chen’an and the others taught me.”

Chu Yuan couldn’t laugh anymore.

Chu Yuan:

F—k.

Zhou Chen’an, Zhou Chen’an. If you loved him so much, why did you kill him?

Does Ning Ruan really like Zhou Chen’an that much?

For some reason, the lake water rippled even more violently. Bubbles gurgled up from the darkness as if something underwater was dancing with joy because of Ning Ruan’s words.

Ning Ruan still had his back to Chu Yuan. Give me my clothes. I’m done washing. I want to leave.

If you called Ning Ruan heartless, he was constantly thinking about those three dead men. If you called him sentimental, he wanted to leave the moment he finished his bath without even waiting for Chu Yuan.

Just because those three men were dead, right?

The living can’t compete with the dead, can they?

Chu Yuan grit his teeth. What do I have to do to make you stop thinking about those three dead men?

Ning Ruan: ?

When was I thinking about those three dead men.

He was merely stating a fact: Zhou Chen’an was the one who taught him not to do such things in public.

Ning Ruan: It’s none of your business. Give me my clothes, and put yours back on.

Ning Ruan was afraid of seeing something he shouldn’t.

The clothes in Chu Yuan’s hand had already been crumpled into a ball, covered in a sticky mess. They were impossible to wear now.

Feeling guilty, Chu Yuan lied, I dropped your clothes in the water. They drifted away.

Ning Ruan’s round apricot eyes widened. Chu Yuan lost his clothes? Then what was he supposed to wear?

Was he supposed to?

Chu Yuan looked guiltily at Ning Ruan’s thin back. His neck and shoulders were flushed pink, and the little beauty’s shoulders were trembling.

Did I make Ning Ruan cry?

The little beauty was pitifully adorable when he cried lashes fluttering, eyes misting over. Thinking of Ning Ruan crying from grievance, Chu Yuan.

Chu Yuan tried to coax him clumsily. How about you wear my clothes?

Ning Ruan.

Chu Yuan was very familiar with this voice. It was the same voice that announced the points rankings and made sarcastic remarks every day at midnight.

Ning Ruan only found the voice familiar. He nodded dazed and let out a soft Mm.

Such an obedient baby.

Wenofen watched the youth on the screen, a smile curling on his lips. If I were f—ing him and called him ‘Baby,’ would he also let out a tearful ‘Mm’?

Wenofen recalled Ning Ruan’s sentence. It was Zhou Chen’an who taught me.

The innocent little beauty was like a blank sheet of paper.

Even his parents couldn’t leave a mark on him. Only his partner could possess him completely, leaving indelible traces of their own on his body.

But the little beauty’s husbands were dead. From now on, someone else would be leaving those marks.

Wenofen’s voice sounded professional and business-like. Stretch out your hand. A drone will place clothes in your palm.

Ning Ruan watched the drone fly in from a distance.

Once the drone handed over the items, Ning Ruan whispered, Thank you.

Wenofen let out a delighted laugh. You’re welcome. It’s a gift from the viewers.

The Battle Royale game was a global entertainment phenomenon. Almost everyone placed bets on which contestant would survive until the end. Some powerful capitalists would even give contestants golden fingers (cheats) to ensure their bets won.

As for Ning Ruan hiss no one believed he had the potential to survive to the end.

However, based on his beautiful face alone, everyone wanted to throw money at him.

As the biggest capitalist of them all, Wenofen was naturally not stingy about going easy on Ning Ruan.