Quick Transmigration: I Got Too Far And Was Surrounded By A Bunch Of Crazy Perverts - Chapter 8

Miao Yang waited for a long time, drifting into a hazy half-sleep. Suddenly, he was pulled into an embrace. He snapped awake and kicked out. “Hmm?”

Shi Lan’s voice drifted through the darkness. “You were kicking.” His hand tapped rhythmically against Miao Yang’s leg. “Tell me, should I break it here, here, or perhaps here?”

Miao Yang jerked his leg back. “Brother Lan.” He had been on the verge of sleep, and his voice sounded soft and raspy. Break my leg? He is not joking!

Shi Lan suddenly applied pressure. Miao Yang felt as if his leg had snapped, while the man holding him breathed heavily right against his ear. Shi Lan’s voice was dark and menacing. “Mmh.” He clicked his teeth together.

Miao Yang had a flash of a bloody scene in his head, imagining the man’s gaping maw gnawing on his ear. “Brother Lan, please!” Help me, what kind of psychopath is this?

Shi Lan let out a deep, muffled laugh. “You are so damn cowardly. This is fun.”

Miao Yang struggled to swallow. “But you promised.”

Shi Lan’s burning breath sprayed over Miao Yang’s face. He pried Miao Yang’s knees apart. “How about I just break them? I could tie you up and leave you on the bed, in constant, agonizing pain, half-dead and unable to escape. I would not mind if you ended up like that.”

Miao Yang’s scalp went numb, and a chill crawled up his spine. You sure as hell would not mind; it is my legs, not yours. Miao Yang cursed the idiot inwardly, but he was too terrified to voice it, fearing the man would truly follow through.

Miao Yang tried his best to relax, rolling over slightly. “Brother Lan, do not scare me like that.” He reached out to pat the man’s broad back. “Let us sleep; we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Shi Lan chuckled and gripped Miao Yang’s slender waist. “Fine. I will let you bounce around for one more night.”

Miao Yang rested his trembling hands on the man’s back, unsettled by the hot, firm contact. He suppressed his physiological discomfort and chimed cheerfully, “You are so good to me, Brother Lan. How could you bear to hurt me when I am so obedient?”

Shi Lan’s aggressive presence was overwhelming. Miao Yang felt suffocated by the man’s heat and the faint scent of body wash lingering on his skin. Damn it, I really do not like men. And even if I did, I would be the one on top, not the other way around.

Regardless, Miao Yang had survived in society for years; he knew how to adapt. When it came to men, he knew exactly how to play the game with sweet talk. As expected, once Shi Lan pulled him into a tight embrace, he muttered, “Fine. I will not break your legs.”

Miao Yang curled his lip. He held his breath and whispered, “You are so kind, Brother Lan.”

Shi Lan smiled, looking down at the person in his arms with a lingering gaze. The boy had a small face, distinct features, and long lashes; it was an unremarkable combination that was surprisingly pleasing to the eyes. Damn! Shi Lan felt like he had drunk far too much; he was feeling restless.

Miao Yang did not remember how he fell asleep; he was simply so exhausted that he had decided to embrace the possibility of death and drifted off. The next morning, he was woken up by the heat. He dreamed he was taking a bath, but the water kept getting hotter until he could not breathe. He kicked out and woke up.

He opened his eyes drowsily, locking gazes with the man’s sharp jawline, and quickly squeezed his eyes shut again. I am tainted, 168.

168 came online: 【It is alright. Who cares if you are tainted? It is just flesh, after all.】

Miao Yang did not want to talk to the useless system anymore. He closed his eyes, pretending to be a mindless bolster pillow, letting the man hold him tight.

Shi Lan had woken up the moment Miao Yang moved. He watched the boy “pretending” to sleep with a calm, inscrutable expression. His heavy, muscular arm was pinned firmly over the blanket, holding the boy captive. To be fair, he had slept well. He reached out to pinch Miao Yang’s chin, staring at his soft, pink lips, and leaned down.

At that moment, Miao Yang’s eyes snapped open. His doe-like eyes went wide, clearly stunned by what Shi Lan was doing. Even Shi Lan was caught off guard; he had just felt like biting into this fresh, tender green onion of a boy. Upon meeting those wide, watery eyes, however, Shi Lan suddenly snapped out of it. A flash of disgust crossed his features. Eat this kid? I have no such disgusting plans.

Shi Lan sat up, his defined muscles rippling with his breath, his bronzed skin radiating raw power. Miao Yang’s cheeks turned pink, giving him a foolishly adorable air. Shi Lan ruffled Miao Yang’s patchy crew cut with a rough hand, as if he were petting a bowling ball.

Miao Yang: “…”

Shi Lan got up, wearing only his shorts, his long legs exposed before Miao Yang’s eyes. Miao Yang felt a mix of envy and caution; he was terrified one of those legs might lash out and kick him to death. Life is hard.

But after being held all night, Miao Yang felt remarkably light. He had gained a good amount of Luck Value. Shi Lan went to the bathroom, and when he returned, he called Miao Yang over to shave his stubble. Miao Yang was reluctant, but he dared not show it. He walked over with a smile. “Oh, I am the best at this! I will make sure you are clean-shaven, Brother Lan, looking like a teenager again.”

Shi Lan gave him a cold glance. Miao Yang awkwardly shut his mouth. He applied the shaving cream and stood on his tiptoes to work, but Shi Lan refused to lower his head even an inch. Miao Yang had to cup Shi Lan’s face to steady it, terrified of shaking and cutting the man’s skin with the razor.

Shi Lan looked down at him with dark eyes, his arm naturally wrapping around Miao Yang’s narrow waist.

“Ouch!” Miao Yang jerked his hand back and took a large step away, looking annoyed. “What are you doing? You scared me! What if I had hurt you?” And you ended up beating me to death?

Though he had spoken sharply, it sounded like genuine concern. Shi Lan’s brow twitched, a dark light flashing in his deep eyes. He was of mixed heritage, possessing Western-like features with Eastern refinement. He looked fierce, yet truly handsome. But no matter how handsome he was, all Miao Yang could think about was how unfair the world was, and he certainly could not appreciate it.

Shi Lan walked toward him. Miao Yang, confused, instinctively retreated until he was pinned against the cold, tiled wall.