The Crybaby is Coaxed Every Day by Bad Men in the Infinite World - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Ghost

“I’m so cold”

“I want to go back inside.”

Xia Huanye, having no reason to doubt him, carried him back into the room. Between Yu He’s brows, there was a soft, submissive look that invited bullying.

Originally, only his earlobe was red, but now his entire ear was flushed with a roseate hue, and there was even a tooth mark on the side that hadn’t faded yet.

Yu He wiped the saliva off his face and kicked him with a look of disdain, but Xia Huanye took the opportunity to kiss his ankle.

“Didn’t you ask me to protect you? I will protect you.”

“Stay by my side obediently.”

He didn’t state his suspicions directly, instead opting for an ambiguous approach, acting as if he had already seen through everything.

It was an insinuation, and even more so, a warning.

“I’ll shower first.” He hadn’t forgotten that Yu He hadn’t eaten dinner.

Yu He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had pulled it off perfectly. Luckily, he had managed to hide it.

Alongside the lingering fear was a steady stream of smugness.

“The two most powerful people here have both been firmly caught by me!”

“Xia Huanye in my left hand, Ling Lan in my right.”

His slender fingers curled into a fist, his face full of triumph.

“I’m going to become a big villain and bully everyone else.”

1024: ?

“You don’t believe me?” Yu He was very serious. “I’m very good at bullying people.”

Mhm, mhm.

1024 didn’t believe him because 1024 didn’t understand him; he would prove it to 1024.

His elegant brows furrowed, and his fair fingers slowly rubbed his stomach, his voice dropping despondently: “I’m so hungry…”

Just as 1024 was about to say to hang in there that Xia Huanye would be done soon Yu He’s gaze was drawn to a potted plant in the corner of the balcony.

In the center of the exquisitely carved pot was a bud about to bloom. The petals were pink and thin, looking very delicious.

Yu He placed the pot on a small side table: “Is this edible?”

1024: This is a rose. Theoretically, it’s non-toxic, but it’s better not to eat it.

“So, can I eat it?”

1024: I suppose so.

If it won’t kill him, it’s probably edible.

Placing a cushion on the floor, Yu He knelt before the table. The table was somewhat low, so he had to bend his waist slightly to reach it.

He lowered his head and licked a petal; the taste was better than expected. Having tasted something sweet, Yu He’s eyes brightened; it was clear he was starving.

Yu He knelt-crawled on the floor, both hands braced on the edge of the table, his slender, translucent arms strikingly white.

His waist curved downward, toes pressing against the floor, heels flushed pink.

Due to the dynamic curve of his body, his hips appeared exceptionally full. The knit sweater hung loosely at his waist, revealing a small section of his snowy-white back and two deep, lovely dimples of Venus.

1024: Pick it up to eat.

1024 added: Don’t stay kneeling.

Yu He argued righteously: “My hands will get dirty.”

His delicate fingers pinched a petal; Yu He wanted to tear it off and eat it slowly, but because he was so hungry, he prepared to finish it in one bite.

However, the cross-section of the coin-sized bud suddenly expanded. The unexpected blooming forced his long eyelashes to tremble.

The flower also knew its end was near and bloomed frantically in a desperate attempt to save itself.

The red rose, soaked in moisture, looked vivid and dripping, further triggering Yu He’s appetite.

Struggling is useless; you still have to be eaten, Yu He thought viciously.

The blooming prevented him from tasting it all at once, so he could only slowly bite the petals from the side.

Soft hair draped over his fair neck, making him look even more submissive.

Because he had been kneeling for a long time, his knees began to feel sore. Yu He slowly pushed himself up, his lips moist and shimmering completely exposed to the air.

His thick, long lashes were tinged with pinpoint-like physiological tears, and a rose-colored flush spread across his cheeks, as vivid as an exquisite oil painting in a museum.

Just as his awareness wavered, a cold hand suddenly pressed over his mouth from behind, silently dragging him into the darkness.

Things had been too smooth lately; Yu He had become overconfident and forgotten the source of his true fear.

This was a horror instance.

There are ghosts!

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