The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Bai Xingluo’s body went rigid. The proximity was nearly unbearable, causing every nerve in his body to tighten.

He could have broken free with the slightest exertion, but he didn’t want to.

Tong Sui, pressed against his back, was warm. There was that scent, richer and more intoxicating than it had been yesterday, wafting from him, accompanied by a steady stream of warmth.

“You’re so cold,” Tong Sui leaned in closer, his forehead resting against Bai Xingluo’s broad back, his voice muffled by the distance. “Would you rather sleep on the floor next time, or sleep with me?”

He wanted to be even closer.

No matter how strong Bai Xingluo’s constitution was, sleeping on a cold, hard floor—while unlikely to make him sick—was still uncomfortable. Not to mention, this was a direct invitation from his master.

But Bai Xingluo’s mental energy was on the verge of volatility. It was easy to accidentally hurt his master during a loss of control, and even if the probability was low, he didn’t dare to gamble.

When he remained silent, Tong Sui frowned.

Because of his easygoing personality and attractive appearance, Tong Sui had always been popular among his peers. If there was a team activity, he was usually the one snatched up first. Bai Xingluo, however, seemed to be avoiding him at every turn.

I’m at least half a benefactor, right!

“Forget it. I’ll go sleep on the floor.”

Tong Sui made a move to toss the blanket aside, but before he could even rise, a pair of slightly cool hands wrapped around him from behind, timidly and clumsily resting on his waist.

“Master, I want to sleep with you.”

His voice was habitually cold, but now it was tinged with an indescribable tremor, as if he were pleading with a desperate resolve. “Don’t go.”

Tong Sui stopped immediately and turned around.

Face to face, all Bai Xingluo could see were eyes crinkled with amusement.

……The master isn’t angry?

“You said it yourself, so I won’t go,” Tong Sui said, unceremoniously hugging the stunned Bai Xingluo. “I’m so sleepy. I’m going to sleep a bit more.”

He closed his eyes and drifted off, completely defenseless.

Bai Xingluo’s heart was a whirlpool of complicated feelings. Afraid of disturbing the other, he stayed perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle.

Gradually, Tong Sui’s breathing evened out.

That faint, sweet scent drifted like mist, gently winding around Bai Xingluo’s mental sea. It tenderly and meticulously smoothed out his fractured consciousness, bringing him a peace he had never experienced before. His tense nerves slowly began to unwind.

The mere scent, unconsciously leaked, was enough to temporarily calm his agitation.

Is this what a male Zerg’s mental soothing feels like?

Bai Xingluo didn’t know, but he had heard many females in the legions describe the process as being far from comfortable—perhaps even a painful experience.

Yet, he felt no discomfort. His taut nerves were finally relaxing.

Mental instability had plagued him for a long time. Even in rest, he had to keep a subconscious guard up to avoid losing control. Years of fatigue washed over him like a tide. He looked at Tong Sui’s peaceful sleeping face and reluctantly closed his heavy eyelids.

He had never slept as soundly as he did at this moment.

Tong Sui’s internal clock was steady; he woke up after only half an hour of extra sleep.

He opened his eyes to find Bai Xingluo still lying obediently in bed, which brought him a sense of satisfaction. With the defenses down and the cool, sharp eyes closed, Bai Xingluo looked much softer. His eyelashes were unexpectedly long and soft, quite different from the cold, icy, silvery-white hair.

Tong Sui stared for several minutes, then said to the system: Help me take a photo and save it.

System: 【……Why are you doing this again?】

“Don’t you think he looks good?”

It was indeed good, but were these actions necessary? The system had seen many different hosts; Tong Sui was the youngest and seemingly most naive one it had ever carried. Other hosts, upon receiving the mission, had tried all sorts of methods, failing in various tragic ways. Tong Sui was the only one who had made it this far. The system decided not to offer reckless advice and stayed silent.

Tong Sui rose lightly, fearing he might wake the sleeping man. After a quick wash, he quietly went downstairs.

“Good morning, Lord Tong Sui.”

Karl bowed respectfully, offering a gentleman’s salute. He picked up a few packages resting on a small robot beside him and held them out.

“These are the vegetable seeds you requested, along with your invitation.”

“Invitation?”

Tong Sui reached out and accepted it. He broke the wax seal, and a luxurious, exquisite invitation came into view. It was an invitation for him to attend a celebratory gala the following evening, explicitly stating that he and Bai Xingluo were invited to attend together.

The celebratory banquet was the Empire’s grandest annual event—a nationwide festival attended by government officials, nobility, and royalty. In past years, Bai Xingluo would have received an invitation, but according to the original plot, by the time this year’s gala was held, Bai Xingluo had already been captured by star pirates and naturally missed it.

The main protagonist, Lu Ting, had met the heir of a wealthy business conglomerate at this very gala, a meeting that later provided him with powerful financial backing.

As he pondered this, his optical computer beeped twice—a communication request. Tong Sui saw the name: Bront, the chief judge of the Tribunal. He pressed “accept.”

“Lord Tong Sui, you seem to be in high spirits. I imagine you are getting along well with the General.” Bront adjusted his reading glasses, his gaze drifting down to the opened letter in Tong Sui’s hand. “It appears you have received the invitation.”

“Are you calling for this reason?”

“Precisely. You won’t be declining the invitation to this banquet, will you? The entire Empire is interested in you. I hope my decision to grant you a release was correct.”

“Naturally,” Tong Sui nodded with a smile. “Rest assured, Luo-luo and I will be there on time.”

A flash of surprise crossed Bront’s eyes at the way he addressed the General. A male Zerg dares to call the General that?

His tone grew more genuinely respectful. “I look forward to seeing you and the General there.”

After hanging up, Tong Sui let out a heavy sigh of relief. The implication in Bront’s words was clear: whether they wanted to go or not, they had to attend.

Karl sensed his anxiety and whispered, “Shall I inform the General first?”

“Later. Don’t wake him.”

Tong Sui went out with the seeds. There were automatic farming robots in the courtyard; he just had to place the seeds into the hopper, and the short, stout little robot began to work with a rhythmic hum. The soil was loosened, and seeds were planted one by one.

Tong Sui was a bit distracted. Sure enough, what’s coming will come.

He knew he might run into people he detested at this banquet, but there was no avoiding it. Lu Ting had hundreds of schemes up his sleeve, and given Bai Xingluo’s personality, he would likely be at a disadvantage.

But isn’t the purpose of my mission to save him?

Regardless of what happened, he wouldn’t let the original plot unfold. He would guard Bai Xingluo well and ensure he stayed shining bright.

The small robot finished planting quickly, the automatic sprinkler system began its work, and the robot stood quietly to the side. Tong Sui set aside his negative emotions and returned to the villa.

When Bai Xingluo awoke, his mental sea had returned to the tranquility he hadn’t experienced in years. The feeling of peace was so long-lost, it felt surreal—as if the chains that had always held him back had suddenly loosened.

He regained his senses and suddenly realized the space around him was empty. His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed to get up after checking the time. He had a strictly regimented schedule, yet wrapped in Tong Sui’s scent, he had over-slept by several hours.

Bai Xingluo rushed downstairs. He didn’t even have time to maintain his usual rigorous appearance; his collar was disheveled, and he was still wearing slippers as he descended the stairs. From around the corner, he heard enthusiastic chatter coming from below.

“Lord Tong Sui, your figure is truly perfect! How do you maintain it?”

A stranger’s voice, affected and intentionally alluring, spoke, “You look much better than the pictures and videos online. Have you really not considered taking on another female spouse?”

The female Zerg, who claimed to be a tailor called in by Bai Xingluo, was making Tong Sui feel quite uncomfortable with his excessive enthusiasm. The female, convinced of his own good looks, grew bold, holding a tape measure and making a move to get closer to Tong Sui.

Just as he was about to touch him, a hand with well-defined joints suddenly appeared, snatching the object from his grasp without a word.

“You!”

As the female turned, he was met with eyes so cold they were terrifying. The chilling aura radiating from Bai Xingluo made the female’s knees weak; he fell straight to the floor in terror.

Bai Xingluo looked down at the female Zerg as if he were inspecting some filth that needed to be cleaned up. A cold light shone in his pale eyes.

The female trembled, begging for mercy. “G-General, you…… I am the tailor called by your butler. Please, don’t misunderstand…”

“Misunderstanding?”

Bai Xingluo chuckled coldly. He leaned down slightly, the deadly pressure constricting the other’s throat. “Can you tell me, what exactly did you misunderstand?”

Help! The female felt like he was about to die, when a clear, crisp voice called out: “Luo-luo, you’re awake.”

The suffocating pressure vanished instantly, swept away as if it had never been there, replaced by an entirely different face.

“Master, I’m late.”

“It’s alright. He was just about to measure my size,” Tong Sui said, glancing at the female on the floor. “What’s wrong with you? Do you not feel well?”

The tailor fell silent. After a moment, under Bai Xingluo’s death glare, he whispered, “No.”

Tong Sui looked at Bai Xingluo, who was holding the tape measure. “Would you mind helping me take the measurements, Luo-luo?”

Bai Xingluo’s eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately.

He approached Tong Sui cautiously, kneeling on one knee with a posture like a subject reverently kneeling before his sovereign. He lifted his chin slightly, his hair falling behind him like liquid silver. The dark tape measure pressed against his well-defined fingertips, appearing inexplicably alluring.

Karl and the tailor watched, utterly dumbfounded.

Is this really the high-and-mighty “Star of the Empire”?

Bai Xingluo’s fingers touched the soft fabric, following the curve of the waist, stretching out the tape measure and winding it around, he checked the number.

His fingers trembled slightly.

The master’s waist is so thin…

Waist measurement complete. Next: chest measurement.

He rose slowly and swallowed hard. His voice was husky, whether from just waking up or something else entirely, he couldn’t say.

“Master, please raise your arms.”