The Crybaby is Coaxed Every Day by Bad Men in the Infinite World - Chapter 15
Chapter 15: I’m Almost
Yu He had never asked about the activity range of ghosts.
He naively thought that returning to the dormitory would mean safety; he never imagined a ghost would appear in the dorm.
He struggled to make a sound, but the palm over his lips pressed too firmly. The icy sensation felt like seawater crushing him from all sides.
Shadows expanded before his eyes, melting his pupils into two miserable lamps in the night curtain.
Yu He called out for 1024, but there was no response; under the ghost’s control, even the system was blocked.
Every dormitory balcony had a metal cabinet for students to store sundries. Yu He seemed to bump into something; it hurt a little.
But this bit of pain was quickly ignored, eclipsed by the intense presence of the chilling ghost pressed against his back.
His soft garment hem had been rolled up to his chest during the struggle. An arm as hard as steel barred across his abdomen. The chilly wind on all sides and the hair-raising mental torture almost made him faint. Tears dripped directly onto the back of the ghost’s hand.
It moved its hand away.
Given the chance to speak, Yu He’s legs pressed together as he shivered: “Ghost brother, please let me go…”
“Ghost brother, I, I…”
He couldn’t even speak properly, clearly scared out of his wits. A strong desire to survive prompted Yu He to open his mouth piteously, pleading for mercy in an out-of-tune, terrified voice: “I—I won’t tell anyone I saw you.”
The ghost seemed not to hear. The eerie silence made Yu He even more terrified. His mouth puffed upward aggrievedly, creating a piteous little dimple below his lip.
An invisible hand moved with ease, landing on his fragile throat. Yu He was forced to tilt his head back, facing endless darkness.
“Why should I let you go?”
“Because I’m a dummy.”
Under extreme terror, Yu He’s mind went blank, and the words he spoke came out without thought.
His elegant brows twisted into a wrinkled mess from fear, and his black lashes were soaked through with tears. He looked truly piteous.
His voice was crushed into fragmented pleas: “I’m very stupid. Keeping me won’t ruin your plans. Ghost brother, can you please not kill me?”
Not entirely beyond saving; at least he knows he’s stupid.
A light, lazy chuckle sounded by his ear, but to Yu He, it was more terrifying than a death knell.
The entity’s mood was mysteriously pleasant, though it was unclear whether it was from seeing Yu He’s piteous expression or because of his plea that sounded so much like acting spoiled.
Receiving no definite answer, Yu He put on a bitter small face and called out cautiously.
“Ghost brother? Ghost brother? Brother? Are you still there?”
“Mhm.”
The ghost said: “Say a few more pleas for mercy, and I’ll let you go.”
Yu He’s waist was thin yet substantial. Unlike the coarse skin of an adult man, his skin was delicate and smooth too soft, as if it would melt if held in one’s mouth.
The entity seemed to discover something new, focusing its attention on Yu He’s waist.
But soon, it became dissatisfied with the lack of response.
Yu He did not continue to plead, let alone say sweet words.
His small chin was pinched and turned over, which allowed the entity to see this moist face clearly.
Reddened eyes were filled with a hazy mist, and new tears continuously flowed from the corners. Several strands of his thick black lashes were clumped together, and his lips had been bitten crimson by himself.
He looked truly, truly piteous.
Yu He boldly took advantage of the movement of being turned around and hugged the spirit that terrified him so much, trying to draw a sense of security from the icy temperature.
This was a very foolish move.
The other party could take his life with a flick of a finger, yet he actually pinned his sense of security on a malevolent ghost.
The ghost’s mood was exceptionally complex. This feeling of being wholeheartedly trusted was novel and strange a sensation it had never experienced before.
Yu He seemed to be in a trance; he had a very fearful expression, and the rapid trembling of his eyelashes betrayed an uneasy panic.
“A mental-type skill?”
“No wonder no matter how many methods were used, he couldn’t be tested.”
He should have finished Yu He off before leaving; “soft-hearted” was not an adjective that belonged to him.
However, when he saw this tear-streaked face, he couldn’t make the final decision.
The swollen lips and misty eyes all pointed to the other’s fragility and wretched state. Yet, despite the wretchedness, he was still beautiful.
His index and middle fingers pressed together against the artery in Yu He’s neck. With a little more force, Yu He would vanish instantly.
He was hesitating.
Did he really want to kill Yu He?
With only his own strength, Yu He would definitely not survive the first day in the Infinite World.
Unless he had the protection of a sufficiently powerful expert.
The entranced Yu He kept pressing into his embrace, even proactively exposing his most vulnerable spot, like a lamb offering itself for sacrifice.
I came for his life, so why does he keep burrowing toward me? Does he think his life is too long?
What a dummy.
Icy fingers pressed maliciously against his artery; the slender neck trembled slightly.
The sudden pain made Yu He let out a whimper, replaced the next second by confusion.
“I’ve changed my mind,” a textured male voice slowly rose by his ear.
The small face was full of incomprehension and daze. Showing such innocence with tear-reddened, moist eyes only made one’s blood boil.
Yu He could feel the other party seemingly lowering their head. The distance between them was gradually shrinking. A hair-raising heat from breath brushed against the tip of his nose, making his nerves tighten once more.
Followed by a gust of wind, the space seemed to be split into two zones.
The invisible sensation and the ghost body behind him vanished. In his dark field of vision, a line of blood-colored words, eerie and ghostly, appeared out of thin air.
The timid Yu He had not yet escaped his previous terror. Seeing this bloody scene, his eyes glazed over, and he nearly fainted.
He’d rather have his neck squeezed!
The more he closed his eyes, the clearer he saw including how the viscous fresh blood dripped to the floor. The slowed flow and clear texture looked like a scene that only appeared in horror movies.
In front of him, dripping blood-red Chinese characters appeared stroke by stroke.
Don’t talk to strangers.
Yu He froze for a long time before trembling: “Ghost brother, is that blood?”
New blood-words appeared.
Yes.
“Brother, can you change the color?” Yu He knelt on the floor, gasping incessantly. He was too weak to stand up, trembling with a crying tone, “I—I’m about to pee myself from fear.”
Yu He didn’t know if the other party would listen to him.
Just as he didn’t know why the ghost had squeezed his neck before, and now switched to another method of communication to scare him.
He only took it as a ghost’s wicked little hobby.
Not long after Yu He finished speaking, the blood-red in mid-air seemed to freeze in place, then gradually faded, eventually turning into a pale pink Q-style font.
Is this okay?
Soft pink colors, cute children’s font.
Though Yu He was still scared, it was a bit better. He braced against the wall and took deep breaths.
This time the ghost didn’t scare him, but instead kept switching forms, molding into the shapes of different small animals.
As if trying to please him.
The more it acted this way, the more Yu He was afraid.
Yu He didn’t believe people would be nice to him for no reason; he was more inclined to believe the ghost was teasing him, waiting for him to let down his guard before swallowing him whole.
Like a python devouring a small animal.
He crawled up slowly from the floor. That cluster of pink font also gradually approached. With his back against the wall, Yu He’s legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
If only someone could come save him…
No matter who it is, as long as they take him away.
Perhaps God heard his sincere cry for help; the door suddenly opened.
Light invaded his vision like a waterfall. His long-suppressed terror turned into tears that burst from his eyes.
Before even seeing who had arrived, Yu He lunged at them. His wet face buried into the person’s chest, and he began to cry aggrievedly.
Yu He sobbed softly, hugging them tight: “Don’t go…”
He was truly terrified.
The person in his arms was exceptionally soft, as if he had no bones. When he clung to Lin Jingxue, he carried a faint fragrance.
This was an exotic scent one could only smell when very close, almost skin-to-skin.
Lin Jingxue considered himself uninterested in males, but unlike Ling Lan’s homophobia, he simply had no interest in romance regardless of gender.
Even when he first saw Yu He, he only thought he was a very beautiful young boy. Nothing more.
Yet his arms instinctively encircled the slender waist, soothingly patting Yu He’s lower back: “It’s alright now.” Afterward, he turned his head to meet his friend’s gaze, feeling helpless: “He seems very scared; he’s mistaken me for someone else.”
Ling Lan’s expression was extremely ugly, a complex mix of emotions. He took Yu He from Lin Jingxue’s arms, his other hand naturally encircling the lower back.
Every place his hand passed over was a place Lin Jingxue had touched. It was as if he wanted to use this method to cover up the traces left by someone else.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“What you should really do is let him go.”
A textured voice came from within the room, laced with suppressed ire.
Looking up, Xia Huanye walked over slowly. His roguish, handsome face was covered in dark clouds, every step carrying a suffocating pressure.
His icy gaze fell on another man’s hand clamped tightly around Yu He’s waist. His already sharp jawline became more pronounced, and his habitually smiling mouth shifted into a dangerous curve.
It was murderous intent.
“Have you held him enough?”
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