The Crybaby is Coaxed Every Day by Bad Men in the Infinite World - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I Will

Seeing Yu He’s flushed face and nervous expression, the corner of Xia Huanye’s mouth curled slightly with a strangely mocking tone: “I’m not interested in you.”

The released hand had been toyed with until it was mottled and pink. Because the flesh there was soft, the area near the purlicue (the web between thumb and index finger) had been given extra “attention.” Yu He lowered his head aggrievedly, not understanding what kind of fit this man was throwing or why he wanted to mistreat his hand.

Xia Huanye had originally intended to leave, but from his current angle, Yu He looked exceptionally obedient. His slightly long bangs were a bit messy from the wind, and his skin was as bright as snow, possessing a beauty that was almost eerie.

“Is this how you seduced Yin Heng too?”

“Huh?”

Just the right amount of ignorance, a hint of seduction that stopped exactly where it needed to. The way he looked at people, the angle at which he tilted his head—everything seemed meticulously preset.

If not for that, Xia Huanye couldn’t explain how someone could be so flawless from every single angle.

Xia Huanye spoke lazily: “Your guardian angel is about to fall from grace soon. You’d better find someone else to cling to quickly.”

Yu He stood up for himself: “I didn’t seduce Yin Heng.”

He was glaring at Xia Huanye.

The full flesh of his cheeks puffed out slightly, yet his chin was sharp and delicate. His palm-sized face revealed a fair amount of irritation.

Xia Huanye felt flustered by the glare, and a strange heat surged within him.

He really does have some tricks.

But this level wasn’t enough to move him.

Or so thought Xia Huanye, who had just been talking big, until he dreamt of Yu He during his afternoon nap.

In the dream, Yu He was also glaring at him, but it was a tearful gaze full of grievance and pleading. Instead of looking fierce, it only made one feel even more restless.

Xia Huanye woke up with a start.

Seeing the mess he had made, his face turned pitch black.

Xia Huanye walked toward the bathroom with a complicated mood, repeatedly making excuses for himself: he had underestimated the enemy’s lethality and belittled Yu He’s soul-bewitching methods.

If he dreamt of it again…

Well, that feeling wouldn’t be too bad.

Yu He was thinking about the meaning of Xia Huanye’s words.

What did he mean by his guardian angel falling from grace? Was he talking about Yin Heng?

Up ahead was a cluster of colorful flowers. Halfway there, Yu He tripped over nothing and fell to the ground. The fabric at his knee was rubbed open, revealing a dusty, bruised knee.

It hurts…

Yu He had always been afraid of pain, but he didn’t like making a sound. Because he suppressed it so hard, the pain eventually leaked out through his eyes.

1024: Can you still walk?

“It hurts so much, I feel like I can’t stand up.”

At dusk, the campus was sparsely populated. The yellow streetlights flickered, and the occasional whistling of the wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts.

Someone was standing by a streetlight watching him. After observing for a moment, the person walked toward him.

The young man had handsome features, deep blue eyes, and long legs. He carried a powerful aura of “keep away” as he walked.

Yu He thought the man was coming to help him, and his eyes lit up. There really are good people.

But the man just coldly walked past him. As he passed, he curled his lip mockingly, as if ridiculing Yu He for his wishful thinking.

Yu He: “Is he mocking me?”

1024: Seems like it.

Yu He pursed his lips in annoyance and glared fiercely. The one-sided stare immediately became eye contact, and he shrank back, frightened by those emotionless blue eyes.

“He’s so scary…”

1024: Indeed.

Ling Lan saw Yu He wipe his face with his hand, smearing dirt onto his skin. Sitting on the ground, he looked quite pitiful, like an abandoned pet dog.

Despite the mess of being “abandoned,” he was still beautiful.

Ling Lan withdrew his gaze and walked toward the dormitory building without changing his expression.

Not only spoiled, but a coward too.

Five minutes later, Yu He finally recovered some strength and dragged his injured body step by step toward the dormitory.

Yu He was very poor. He had no medicine and no new clothes—only one change of clothes provided by the system.

So, after showering, he only wore a top and underwear. Fortunately, the top was long enough to cover about half of his thighs.

The dormitory beds were an integrated desk-bed style, with the bed on top and the desk below.

Xia Huanye was playing a game. When he saw Yu He come out of the bathroom, his hands suddenly stopped moving. The computer screen turned gray, displaying a death message from being killed.

“You usually dress like this in the dorm?” Xia Huanye yanked off his headphones.

Yu He said righteously: “There are guys who go shirtless in the boys’ dorm.” His only two pairs of pants had to be worn tomorrow.

Xia Huanye didn’t speak, but he sized him up with a very strange gaze, evaluating him like a piece of cargo to see how much he weighed.

His legs were very sexy thin, white, and long. They looked soft. There were shocking abrasions around the knees; he didn’t know how they got there.

The simple white T-shirt had become somewhat transparent from the steam. There was a strange sense of contrast about him.

He clearly looked sexy, yet possessed a contrasting innocence.

“Suit yourself.”

Yu He didn’t climb into bed. He was afraid the wound would dirty the sheets, and his knee and the surrounding area were very painful. Whenever he prepared to climb the ladder, his bones felt like they were going to break, and his eyes involuntarily stung.

He planned to just slump over the desk for the night.

While half-asleep, he was suddenly pulled up. Being woken up after finally falling asleep through the pain, he frowned and glared, slapping away the face that had approached him without a second thought.

“What are you doing!”

The slap was unexpected. Perhaps because Yu He wasn’t fully awake, there wasn’t much force behind it and it didn’t hurt; it felt soft, like flirtatious pouting.

Realizing what he had done, Yu He’s small face turned pale as he stood up in fear, only to whimper and sit back down due to the leg pain.

Xia Huanye felt that he was truly ill.

He knelt on one knee on the ground and grabbed Yu He’s slender ankle. “If you don’t want to die of pain, don’t move.”

To make his behavior look less nonsensical, the medicinal item he was using on Yu He was of the lowest, crudest quality.

It was effective, but it would hurt a lot.

He was only doing this to teach Yu He a lesson. Yes, just a lesson. To make Yu He learn his place so he wouldn’t get any ideas about him in the future.

“Are you afraid of pain?”

“No.”

It was a very weak whisper; even Yu He didn’t believe himself when he said it.

He was terrified of pain.

Yu He’s toes curled from the pain, and his calves trembled.

It was strangely quiet. When Xia Huanye looked up, he saw that the roots of Yu He’s eyelashes were soaked, yet he still bit his lower lip to keep from making a sound.

His already translucent skin, moistened by tears, looked even more like glazed glass. Because Xia Huanye had paused, he let out small, intermittent sobs sounding like weeping, but even more like shallow gasps from being unable to endure the sensation.

He looked like he was in terrible pain.

Xia Huanye had used low-grade medicine before. Was it really this exaggerated?

Xia Huanye was flustered by Yu He’s pitiful appearance, and his fingertips applying the medicine grew hot. He dazed: “Does it really hurt that much?”

Yu He endured the pain from the wound, his thin shoulders shaking.

Wu…

It hurts so much…

Xia Huanye froze, unable to imagine what he had just heard. Those muffled sobs caught in Yu He’s throat fell into his ears like an invisible curse trapping his nerves.

One of his skills was the ability to hear another person’s inner thoughts if they trusted him enough.

Yu He trusts him?

He was hurting Yu He, yet Yu He trusted him?

Many questions floated in his mind.

Why doesn’t Yu He scream in pain? Is this also one of his tricks?

But who would use such a clumsy, stupid method?

Or is Yu He’s level too high? Is my own level too low to understand?

No matter the explanation, it seemed Yu He had truly succeeded.

Xia Huanye was being attracted to Yu He, starting to care about Yu He’s thoughts.

The sound like a kitten crying was magnified over and over in Xia Huanye’s ears, completely disturbing his peace of mind.

He took out a new medicine and once again grasped Yu He’s calf, which was trembling uncontrollably from the pain.

Do I have to keep applying it?

But it hurts so much.

It hurts even more than when I fell. Are all medicine items this painful?

Can you… please be gentler…

Yu He’s calves were well-proportioned, slender, and white, without a trace of excess fat like a delicate work of art.

Xia Huanye’s throat felt dry, and he said in a raspy voice: “I know.”

“I’ll be gentler.”

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