The Crybaby is Coaxed Every Day by Bad Men in the Infinite World - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Be Mine

During the lunch break, Yin Heng headed to A401 full of anticipation. He had tidied his hair, changed into new clothes, and even unprecedentedly sprayed on some cologne. As if that wasn’t enough, he had specially bought a bouquet of flowers.

Upon arriving at A401, no matter how much he knocked, no one answered. After asking the dormitory manager, he learned that the room was unoccupied.

Although he was the Vice President of the Student Union, he had no authority to look up student dormitory numbers, as that was considered private personal information.

He knocked on almost every single dormitory door but failed to find the person he was looking for.

Yin Heng had never been a good-tempered person, and his heart was smoldering with suppressed rage. He had to make Yu He understand the consequences of deceiving him; otherwise, how could he save face?

But when he finally saw Yu He sitting on a long wooden bench with his head slightly lowered, his small face pale, and his hands placed helplessly on his pressed-together thighs looking utterly terrified Yin Heng found himself unable to stay angry.

Nevertheless, he still put on a very angry front. Otherwise, what if Yu He continued to play him for a fool next time?

“Here are the keys to the art room.”

As originally agreed, Yin Heng gave the keys to Ling Lan, then said coldly and fiercely, “Remember to close the door behind you.”

After speaking, he glanced at Yu He. Yu He’s nose crinkled as if he were about to cry.

This was only right. He wasn’t some stupid man that Yu He could just deceive at will; he needed to give Yu He a lesson he’d remember.

Through the gradually narrowing gap of the door, Ling Lan met the sorrowful, pleading gaze Yu He cast his way.

His lips were pursed in fear, his eyelashes trembled faintly, and even the curve of his eyebrows radiated terror.

Was he really that scared?

Not long ago, hadn’t Yu He just exchanged contact information with Yin Heng?

Befriending Yin Heng would make obtaining clues for future tasks much easier. For a “vase” like Yu He, who had no strength and only a pretty face, this was equivalent to finding a powerful backer. Shouldn’t he be happy?

Why was he looking at him like that? Did he think he would step in to help?

What a joke. He was the one who had forced his way in here; he was the one who wanted to trade Yu He for clues. Now, Yu He was actually placing his hopes on a villain like him?

Ling Lan had never been one to meddle in other people’s business, nor was he a merciful living Buddha.

The current Ling Lan should have taken the keys and left to search for clues in the unexplored art room. Yet, after the door closed, his feet felt nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.

What will happen to Yu He?

A hot-blooded high schooler like Yin Heng, left alone with someone he liked—one didn’t need to think hard about what would happen next, especially since Yu He looked the way he did.

Anyone would be unable to resist.

That pitiable, pleading expression kept echoing in his mind.

Ling Lan couldn’t calm down. Leaning his back against the wall, he closed his blue eyes.

What the… making such a pathetic face…

“Why did you lie to me?” It was an interrogation.

Yin Heng’s looks already carried a hint of deviance. With his hair dyed an exaggerated silver, a silver ornament around his neck, and multiple irregular studs in his ears, he appeared exceptionally aggressive.

Pretty eyes instantly grew wet. Yin Heng jumped up, losing his composure: “You why are you crying! You’re the one who lied to me, and now you’re acting pitiful!”

His tone softened as Yu He’s eyes filled with tears. Yin Heng hurriedly helped wipe them away: “I’m the one who got tricked, and I’m the one who got stood up. If anyone should cry, it’s me, right?”

Once Yu He started crying, he couldn’t stop. He was truly terrified. Anyone who had been pushed around and bullied by so many people, then doused with water in public, would be left with psychological trauma.

He didn’t believe Yin Heng would suddenly be nice to him; he feared this was just a different form of torment.

Aside from the sound of sobbing, the sound of a stomach growling echoed in the air.

“You haven’t eaten?!”

“…Mm.”

The fire Yin Heng had just suppressed flared up instantly. Seeing Yu He’s red-rimmed eyes, a surge of frustration felt stuck in his chest, leaving him with no choice but to torment himself.

The silver-haired youth knelt on one knee before Yu He, carefully wiping his tears with his thumb, speaking in a gentle whisper: “How about I go buy you something to eat? What do you want?”

Isn’t the snack shop closed to outsiders?

1024: He is a system NPC. Yin Heng has ways to buy things.

Yu He looked up expectantly, his misty eyes instantly brightening: “I want to eat meat.”

“Hmm? Just meat? A chicken wrap? A rice burger? How about some milk too? What flavor do you like?” For a moment, Yin Heng couldn’t think of what to buy; he was too busy staring at the person in front of him.

“Anything is fine,” Yu He didn’t dare be picky, then added, “I want something hot to drink.”

Yin Heng chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch Yu He’s cheek. A finger mark was instantly left on the fair, tender face. He huffed twice: “So spoiled.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, but this time, you aren’t allowed to run away.”

He reached the door but, unable to stop worrying, turned back halfway. Pressing his hands on Yu He’s shoulders, Yin Heng said seriously: “If you dare run again, I’ll…”

The obedient expression immediately turned tense. Lashes like fans fluttered, tugging at Yin Heng’s nerves like invisible threads.

“I’ll pull your pants down in front of everyone,” Yin Heng said fiercely, “and beat you.”

Yu He seemed truly frightened, freezing in place. That somewhat dazed expression looked even more innocent on his vivid, beautiful face.

So obedient.

Yin Heng’s throat moved slightly, and his body temperature rose. He quickly let go and headed out. What should he buy? He should buy a lot.

He looks so thin, his waist is so narrow, and his face is tiny… yet it’s so fleshy when pinched, the texture is so good…

Yu He had originally wanted to run, but just as he lifted his bottom, he sat back down.

1024: ?

Didn’t you say you were going to find a corner to hide in?

Yu He whispered, sounding a bit embarrassed: “I’m really so hungry.”

He felt a bit worried again: “Will Yin Heng really bring me food?” What if he was lying?

1024: He will, and he’ll bring you lots of delicious things.

Unless Yin Heng doesn’t want to catch himself a wife.

Sure enough, Yin Heng didn’t lie to Yu He; he practically moved the entire snack shop over.

Yin Heng was helping him put on plastic gloves, and after they were on, he helped him tear the plastic film off the chicken wrap.

Yu He’s eating manner was very refined, chewing slowly in small bites.

When drinking the milk, he wasn’t careful and got scalded. A broken whimper escaped his throat, and his pained tongue peeked out piteously, trembling in the air.

Once the pain became manageable, Yu He licked away the excess milk from the corner of his mouth, then turned sideways to haphazardly wipe the milk droplets off his chin with his arm before lowering his head to continue eating the chicken wrap.

The faint whimpers were exceptionally clear in the small room of less than ten square meters. That rose-colored tongue looked soft and tiny. Yin Heng’s senses were infinitely magnified, as if an invisible flame were roasting him, making his entire being feel hot.

It’s just drinking milk…

Yin Heng dazed: “How did you get yourself so wet…”

Teenage boys at this age are the most susceptible to stimulation and visual triggers. In the past, Yin Heng had no interest in such things.

It wasn’t that no one had tried to pull him into watching strange things, but he found it boring, even revolting—it wasn’t as satisfying as playing a game of basketball.

Now, Yin Heng seemed to understand the appeal. Just a few glances and he was stirred; the blood beneath his skin felt like it was about to boil.

Suddenly, Yin Heng asked out of the blue: “Have you ever watched ‘films’?”

“Huh?”

“I haven’t.”

Yin Heng said seriously: “I’m not like those other disgusting men. I’m very clean. I never watch those things.”

 Yu He didn’t know what Yin Heng was trying to express.

But Yin Heng’s expression was far too solemn, as if they were discussing an academic conference. Yu He put down the chicken wrap, and his beautiful eyes under his curled lashes fell unimpeded upon Yin Heng.

How can he be so obedient?

Someone like Yu He would be so easily tricked by bad men.

Just looking at him made Yin Heng struggle to restrain himself. If he felt this way, what about other men?

What if the person sitting next to Yu He right now was a different man? Would he have already lost control?

Yin Heng couldn’t describe the feeling he had right now; even though it was just an imaginary hypothesis, he was so angry he couldn’t accept it.

It felt like a desecration of Yu He.

Yin Heng’s knuckles at his side curled slightly: “Men are all bad things. Don’t trust men.”

“What about you?” Yu He blinked. “Then, should I trust you?”

It was as if slow motion was playing in Yin Heng’s eyes.

Being looked at with such trust and anticipation by the person he liked no male could resist that. After a long moment, he said firmly: “Yes.”

“You can trust me. I will always protect you.”

Yu He only gave an “Mhm.” His obedient, ignorant look made Yin Heng grow restless, and his suppressed thoughts began to stir.

“Can I give you a hug?”

“You lied to me, yet I brought you food and helped you with the gloves. Can’t I have a hug?”

Yu He was thinking.

During these few seconds of waiting, Yin Heng’s heart rate accelerated; he was nervous and uneasy, his nerves tangling in confusion as he waited for the other’s answer.

About five more seconds passed. Yin Heng was so nervous he almost fainted when Yu He finally moved and took off the plastic gloves.

He stood up, his slender white fingers lightly pulling at Yin Heng’s wrist. The touch felt like an electric current flowing through him, leaving his whole body tingly and numb.

Following that, a soft embrace pressed against him. Yu He wrapped his arms around his waist, his face obediently pressed against Yin Heng’s chest.

Because of the height difference, Yin Heng’s chin rested exactly atop Yu He’s soft hair. Yu He was soft all over, very comfortable, making him never want to let go.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nose, and his ears were filled with the sound of a heart beating wildly due to the embrace.

Yu He could clearly feel Yin Heng’s muscles tensing and his arms trembling; his entire body was in a state of extreme stiffness.

1024: ?

How did they end up hugging?

Yu He hummed twice in his mind: “It’s just a hug. We’re both boys; what could he possibly do to me?”

1024: …

The system’s silence made Yu He a bit alarmed: “Could he actually do something to me?”

Yu He thought very simply: Yin Heng helped him fill his stomach, and they were both male. He just wanted a hug; it wasn’t an excessive request.

The situation 1024 feared most finally happened. Having tasted sweetness, the high school boy pushed his luck: “Let’s date.”

It was Yu He’s turn to freeze.

Yin Heng held him even tighter. Although a high schooler, he was already an adult, and because Yin Heng was very well-developed with broad shoulders and a firm physique he carried a strong sense of pressure.

“I really hate it when people lie to me,” Yin Heng’s voice was nervous, “but you’re an exception.”

Hot air fell against his ear as he spoke. He asked once more: “Can you be my girlfriend?”

Dangerous.

1024: Don’t reject him immediately. There will be no good end if you anger him.

But… but he couldn’t actually say yes…

Yu He’s legs went weak.

A palm pressed against his side, fingers rubbing it back and forth as if in a dangerous warning.

Yin Heng waited patiently, lowering his head further, wanting to get even closer to Yu He.

But his face was unexpectedly pushed away. Simultaneously with his shock came the sound of Yu He’s rejection: “No.”

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

Yin Heng’s expression plummeted, and he was now staring at him gloomily.

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