The Delicate Beauty Grabbed the Cannon Fodder Villain’s Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Jian Tao did not know when he had fallen asleep. After he finished crying, he felt exhausted; lying on the bed, he drifted off without even realizing it.

He was eventually woken up by an intense itching sensation. In his half-asleep state, he felt several parts of his body itching terribly. His hands constantly scratched at his skin, leaving a burning, stinging pain behind, yet the itch would not subside.

Finally, feeling as though he was having difficulty breathing, Jian Tao fully woke up. Although the curtains were drawn, they could not block out the sun, which filtered through with a warm, yellowish glow.

Jian Tao lifted the quilt and saw that his arms and legs were covered in red, swollen mosquito bites. They were exceptionally prominent against his snow-white skin and were unbearably itchy. He had already scratched a few until the skin broke, but the itching remained.

With nothing in the room to help him and feeling physically miserable and mentally helpless, the rims of his eyes grew moist again. He could only get out of bed first to put on clean clothes.

When he returned to the bed, he was still clutching the walkie-talkie. In a situation like this, he naturally ordered the person he was supposed to order to find a solution. He pressed the button and commanded, “Su Wen, come to my room for a moment.”

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Su Wen pushed it open and entered. “Young Master, what do you need?”

Jian Tao stretched out his arm. “Look, I have been bitten by so many mosquitoes. Go find some medicine for me.”

Su Wen’s face remained somber, but his brows furrowed for a split second when he saw Jian Tao’s reddened eyes. Looking at the boy’s arm, he saw two spots that had been scratched raw, looking startling against the snow-white skin. “Wait for a moment. I will go ask the others if they brought any medicine.”

Jian Tao nodded. “Hurry up.”

After the man left, Jian Tao lowered his head to count how many bites he had, complaining to 250 in his mind, “The mosquitoes in these mountains are too fierce. It is so itchy.”

“Next time we go out, we should wear long sleeves and long pants. You have such delicate skin; the mosquitoes love it,” 250 muttered.

Jian Tao sighed. Just as he finished counting the bites on his body, Su Wen returned with a bottle of medicine in his hand.

Walking to the bedside, Su Wen opened the bottle, revealing a milky-white ointment that emitted a scent of mint. “Apply this to stop the itching and reduce the swelling.”

Jian Tao reached out to take it, but Su Wen moved it away. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “I will apply it for you.”

Jian Tao’s body was truly itching, so he did not say much and extended his arm. Su Wen used his finger to scoop out some ointment, dabbed it onto the bites on the arm, and then rubbed it in bit by bit.

Feeling the cool sensation on the itchy spots, Jian Tao let out a sigh of relief. He then heard Su Wen ask him, “Did you cry because of the mosquito bites?”

Jian Tao froze, his eyes widening. “How is that possible!”

“Then why did you cry?” Su Wen asked. At this moment, there were still red marks on the butler’s face, but his hair and clothing remained meticulous.

“I didn’t cry. I definitely didn’t cry,” Jian Tao said angrily. “I just took a nap.”

“Oh,” Su Wen responded, though a trace of a smile curled on his lips.

Soon, the ointment was applied to his legs. Jian Tao bent his legs and presented them to Su Wen, leaning back on his hands. His long legs were thus fully displayed before Su Wen.

Su Wen took a deep breath, dabbing his fingertips onto the red, swollen bites and slowly rubbing the ointment in. He felt that not only was the flesh on the boy’s arms soft, but the flesh on his legs was very soft as well.

While the ointment was being applied, Jian Tao stared blankly at the dolls on the bed. He only snapped out of it when Su Wen said he was finished.

He looked down at his legs and then rolled up his loose trouser legs. “There are still many here.”

He did not know if it was because the flesh was soft there, but the mosquitoes had bitten many spots at the base of both his thighs.

Watching Jian Tao’s movements, the hand Su Wen used to hold the medicine bottle suddenly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded.

After rolling up his trouser legs, Jian Tao took the medicine from Su Wen’s hand, dipped some ointment with his finger, and lowered his head to apply it to his thighs. Some bites required him to pull at the edge of his shorts to reach.

Su Wen held his breath for a moment. The inner side of those fair, tender thighs looked shimmering after the medicine was applied. He shifted his gaze to the new fish tank on the windowsill and raised his hand to tug at his stifling collar.

After applying the medicine, Jian Tao felt much better, though the ointment was easy to smudge, making him wish he could just take off all his clothes.

“Apply the ointment once in the morning and once in the evening. It should be completely healed in three days,” Su Wen said, placing the ointment on the conspicuous bedside table.

“Mm,” Jian Tao nodded, then reached out to grab a plush toy from the headboard. Since this room was likely a child’s previously, it was decorated whimsically and had many toys.

Jian Tao was holding a small dog plush. He untied the bell from around the plush’s neck and clutched it nervously in his hand. He stole a glance at the man beside him and found that Su Wen seemed to be in a good mood. Despite this, he did not feel at all relaxed about what he was about to do next.

He had previously wanted to finish Su Wen’s task bar in one go. Furthermore, given his persona as a playboy scoundrel, how could he easily let Su Wen go after being humiliated by him like that?

In his heart, Jian Tao sincerely apologized to the man in front of him, but he proceeded with his actions anyway. Looking at the man, who was still a head taller than him even while sitting, Jian Tao cleared his throat. “Um, come a bit closer.”

Su Wen scanned the red-corded bell in the boy’s hand and moved closer. Jian Tao raised his hand and pressed down on the man’s neck. “Lower your head.”

Su Wen complied, and Jian Tao wrapped the red cord around his neck. The cord was a bit short; after being tied, it sat exactly against his Adam’s apple.

Su Wen looked at him and raised a hand to flick the red cord, producing a crisp ringing sound. “What does the Young Master mean by this?”

Meeting those dark eyes, Jian Tao swallowed nervously. “I just feel this bell suits you. From now on, whenever I ring the bell, you must appear before me.”

Jian Tao’s face was flushed, and his toes curled in embarrassment. Observing Su Wen, he asked, “Do you know what you look like right now?”

Su Wen’s expression did not change throughout. His narrow eyes behind the lenses were exceptionally deep, and a beautiful arc curled at the corner of his mouth. “A dog?”

“Yes,” Jian Tao said timidly. He felt it was too insulting, and at this moment, he felt the man in front of him was a bit scary. Those habitually calm eyes were fixed on him; he didn’t look like a dog, but rather a wolf eyeing its prey.

Su Wen raised an eyebrow. Young Master Jian truly had many diverse ways to humiliate people. However, he seemed to be feeling timid?

The delicate little face was inches away, with trembling eyelashes and moist eyes. Even his pale cheeks had turned pink. Is that all the ability he has? He wants to retaliate but is still afraid?

Su Wen’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He raised his hand and ripped the bell from his neck, pinning Jian Tao down with one hand. He leaned close to the boy’s ear and said, “Young Master, dogs can bite.”

In that instant, Jian Tao was so frightened his eyes turned red. Su Wen lowered his head toward the side of Jian Tao’s neck, looking at the snow-white skin and parting his lips. It smelled so good; he wanted to bite down.

Jian Tao felt the warm breath against his neck and his body began to shiver. “Get up! You are not allowed to bite people!”

Su Wen took a deep breath. Seeing the mist in the eyes of the person beneath him, he looked as though he had been severely bullied. His lower abdomen tightened suddenly, and the itching in his throat spread like a line through his entire chest. An indescribable excitement swept through his whole body.

The tip of Su Wen’s nose brushed against the skin of the boy’s neck as he took a deep breath of his scent, his voice trembling with restraint. “If I were to be your dog, I would lick your entire body.”

Jian Tao was dominated by the feeling of fear. He felt that Su Wen was so angry that he wanted to bite him. He was terrified that Su Wen would actually do it and did not hear clearly what Su Wen said. Once he felt the man get up, he immediately grabbed the bell from the bed and threw it at him. “Get out!”

The bell did not hit Su Wen; he caught it steadily in his hand. The habitually restrained and abstinent Butler Su had ears that were strangely red. “Young Master, is the bell only for me?”

Jian Tao’s reddened eyes glared at him. Although his expression was meant to be fierce, he looked pitiful no matter how one viewed it. “Of course. I only want you to be an obedient dog. Do you understand?”

The heat in Su Wen’s lower abdomen intensified. His movements were not very agile as he tied the bell to the walkie-talkie. “I accept the bell. Call me if you need anything.”

With that, Su Wen left, leaving Jian Tao sitting on the bed in a daze. He just left like that?

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