The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Without a word, Bai Xingluo removed the suit jacket that Tong Sui had draped over his shoulders earlier.

Beneath it, his plain inner shirt was stained with drops of scarlet blood.

He felt ashamed and instinctively tried to cover them with his hands, but he stopped himself mid-motion. His fingers clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his strained hand as he said apologetically, “I’ve dirtied your clothes.”

“It’s alright. It’s just a piece of clothing.”

“I will hand-wash it for you. I will make sure it is washed perfectly clean; you don’t need to worry.”

When Bai Xingluo spoke, his long, narrow eyes were exceptionally bright, as if washing this garment were an important task to look forward to—something to be cherished and valued above all else.

“Okay, but you have to promise me that you’ll wait until your wounds are healed before you wash it.”

“I promise.”

He folded the suit jacket neatly to the side, his tone incredibly solemn. “I will keep this garment safe for you for the time being.”

Tong Sui picked up the cotton swabs and alcohol from the medical kit, stood up from the end of the coffee table, and walked over to sit beside Bai Xingluo. “Let me see your wounds.”

The sudden narrowing of the distance in the confined space felt suffocating.

The sweet, fragrant scent of Tong Sui suddenly enveloped him, like dew glistening on flower petals.

Bai Xingluo’s entire body went rigid. He sat with his back straight as a board, his cool, stern face tightened even further, and his Adam’s apple bobbed frequently.

The scent of his Male Lord was truly fragrant.

He felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness mixed with restlessness; he wanted to lean in closer and inhale that fragrance carefully.

To have a good taste.

Various twisted and chaotic thoughts intertwined. A voice crawling from the darkness whispered to him: Just be reckless once; perhaps the Male Lord wouldn’t actually be disgusted by you.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

He was almost certain his heartbeats could be heard by his Male Lord.

His reason was desperately holding onto the final threshold of his impending collapse.

The Male Lord does not love him.

Without permission, he cannot force his desires upon him; that would be the act of a villain returning kindness with betrayal.

But he was clearly his own Male Lord.

Bai Xingluo thought, with a mixture of baseness and guilt: If I just take a little bit, it would be permissible, right?

Seeing him remain motionless, Tong Sui lowered his eyes.

He noticed the subtle bruises and scrapes on Bai Xingluo’s wrists—remnants from wearing heavy shackles for so long.

He reached out, his fingertips just grazing the back of Bai Xingluo’s hand.

Bai Xingluo suddenly jerked his hand back.

His whole body remained tense, and a bead of sweat rolled down from beneath his mercury-like hair.

There was no mark left on his hand where he had been touched, but Bai Xingluo felt a burning sensation. It pierced through his skin, sparking an intimate, uncontrollable tingling.

Bai Xingluo had encountered other males—S-ranks, A-ranks—but he only ever felt that those males were blind and arrogant, which disgusted him.

Yet, Tong Sui had only touched him lightly. He had never experienced such a reaction before, neither during their proximity in the courtroom nor now.

This strange feeling even made it impossible for him to maintain his composure in front of Tong Sui.

“Lord Tong Sui,” Bai Xingluo’s eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy, and his tone was more persistent than usual, “let me do it myself.”

He was afraid that if this continued, he would lose control of his mental power riot again.

He could not make a fool of himself in front of his Male Lord again.

“Alright.”

Tong Sui handed over the cotton swabs, but he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he watched him without a single impure thought. “However, I must watch you finish applying the medicine.”

“Very well. I will do as you say.”

Bai Xingluo used the small cotton swab to apply medicine to his wounds.

Compared to the negligible pain of the treatment, he was more preoccupied with Tong Sui’s gaze.

It was untainted by the grime of the world—clean, pure, focused, and gentle, with a soft, sweet smile always at the corners of his eyes.

Throughout his many difficult and dangerous missions, he had passed by and encountered countless beautiful planets, mysterious and quiet. But at this moment, in front of Tong Sui, they all paled in comparison.

His grip on the cotton swab tightened uncontrollably, as if he were laying himself completely bare, without a shred of privacy, before Tong Sui.

He was terrified of being seen through—afraid his hidden, improper intentions would be exposed.

Soon, with a snap, the wooden stick broke in his hand under the pressure.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Bai Xingluo hid the broken swab in his palm, trying to conceal and destroy the evidence.

This was the second time he had displayed violent tendencies in front of his Male Lord.

His Male Lord would surely think he was a savage and rude military female, and might even be disgusted, regretting that he had saved him.

Would he be like those netizens on StarNet, thinking he was a dangerous criminal element…

“Oh, I see,”

Tong Sui did not show the disgust Bai Xingluo feared. Instead, he lowered his head and rummaged through the medical kit until he found a bag of medical cotton. “Try using this. It doesn’t matter how hard you press.”

The soft, white cotton lay quietly in Tong Sui’s palm.

Bai Xingluo’s heart skipped a few beats.

When he had braced himself for the coldest storm, Tong Sui had instead offered him a gentle spring rain, a rain that carried the scent of fresh grass.

Adequate nourishment would cause improper emotions to sprout and grow greedy.

Bai Xingluo’s gaze shifted unconsciously, staring fixedly at Tong Sui’s fingers, which looked even softer than the cotton.

I really want to touch them.

Bai Xingluo suppressed the itching sensation in his heart and, as if afraid that Tong Sui would change his mind, reached out quickly.

When his fingers touched the cotton, they lightly brushed against Tong Sui’s palm.

It was very light, stealing away a trace of elusive warmth.

Bai Xingluo lowered his eyelashes to hide the brightness and rolling joy in his eyes.

He touched him.

He touched the Male Lord’s palm.

Soft. It was softer than the cotton in his hand.

His Male Lord was truly adorable.

This time it was his palm, so would there be a chance next time to touch his fingertips?

And after many more times, could he perhaps…

Bai Xingluo’s gaze swept quickly over Tong Sui’s lips, and his heart raced.

Even if they were currently in a false marital relationship, he would definitely work hard to find a way to make his Male Lord fall in love with him.

He would stay by the Male Lord’s side forever.

Bai Xingluo’s head felt hot. In the past, when he had to clean wounds on the battlefield that went down to the bone, he could remain calm, rational, and efficient.

But with these negligible minor injuries on his body, he was clumsy, dragging the task out for over ten minutes before barely finishing.

He looked up with those glowing, bright eyes. “Lord Tong Sui, I have finished applying the medicine.”

“Mm,”

Tong Sui shamelessly scanned him up and down.

As expected of the Empire’s strongest fighting force, even while injured, one could still feel the energy stored beneath his muscles. There was even a kind of “battle-damaged beauty” to being so ravaged.

When his gaze landed on his cheek, Tong Sui noticed the tiny scratch there.

“You missed a spot.”

He dipped his fingertip in some medicine and leaned in, his pad gently sweeping across the side of his cheek.

“That’s enough. Let’s stop there for today.”

Tong Sui packed up the medical kit and turned to wash his hands.

Bai Xingluo sat on the sofa, stiff as a statue.

The residual sensation on his cheek was like a feather falling onto water—light, yet sending ripples spreading outward across a shimmering surface.

His face flushed completely red.

He raised his hand in disbelief, wanting to touch the hot skin on his face, yet feeling reluctant, fearing he might wipe away the trace left by his Male Lord.

The Male Lord applied medicine for him.

Applied medicine…

He used his hand to help him apply it.

Bai Xingluo felt the skin around his wings on his back heating up as well.

Displaying one’s physical strength was an instinct hidden in their genes—only by being strong enough could they attract their beloved spouse.

But would his Male Lord like it?

That hard, bloodthirsty weapon, reeking of iron, that made countless star pirates and star beasts tremble, would it be too abrupt? Would it scare his Male Lord?

He couldn’t do that.

Exposing his wings without permission was a very offensive act toward a male; even if the other party was his own Male Lord, it was far too wanton.

Tong Sui did not notice what Bai Xingluo was thinking.

After putting away the medical kit, he began to worry about their sleeping arrangements for the night.

With the Tribunal’s supervision, he and Bai Xingluo had to live together for the time being to avoid raising suspicion.

That was the problem.

The original one-bedroom apartment with a single bed was just right for him alone.

With Bai Xingluo added to the mix, where could he put him?

A military female’s physique was naturally stronger and taller than a male’s. Besides, Bai Xingluo was covered in injuries; the tiny sofa in the living room simply wouldn’t fit him.

Moving to a new place was an urgent matter.

However, housing in the Imperial Star was incredibly expensive. Even in this remote, old building, the rent was high. Relying on his meager Male subsidy was simply stretching his budget too thin.

He couldn’t go on like this; he had to find a way to make money.

But before transmigrating, Tong Sui had been a student who had just finished his college entrance exams. The only thing he knew how to do was… take exams.

Taking exams might have gotten him a tutoring job in his original world, but here in the vastly different Zerg world, the knowledge base had been completely overturned.

His only skill was useless.

He opened his optical computer and posted on StarNet, introducing his basic situation and hoping to find a job.

The post quickly received a number of replies that exceeded his expectations.

[Is the OP fishing for attention?]

[Seriously, why would a male need to find a job? Where are your consort and secondary females? Why are there green-hatted threads from males every day?]

[So males can run out of money too? I’ve learned something new.]

[My rating: You’d be better off finding a few rich secondary females so you can just lie down and be a salted fish.]

[Males are the jewels of the Zerg race; how could you do manual labor? If the OP is really a male, DM me. I’ll take care of you.]

Looking at these messy replies, Tong Sui closed his optical computer, feeling momentarily lost.

Was there really no proper work he could do?

Perhaps his frowning expression was too obvious, as it was noticed by Bai Xingluo, who had been secretly observing him.

“What is wrong? Is something troubling you?”

“I want to find a job.”

“Why?”

Bai Xingluo felt a moment of panic. Had he done something wrong?

The Male Lord would rather go out to work than stay with him.

“Because the Male Protection Association cuts off all subsidies after marriage. I need that money to get a bigger apartment, to make you more comfortable.”

Bai Xingluo froze in place.

The Male Lord was thinking of going out to work and making money just so he could live more comfortably?

It was for him.

Tong Sui, who was so beautiful that he looked like the moonlight in the daytime, now shone like a lighthouse in the darkness. That faint, dim glimmer was enough to salvage him from the boundless, bone-chilling tide.

Even if he gave everything he had, it would be insignificant in comparison.

Tong Sui saw his optical computer suddenly flash.

He opened it to check, and to his shock, it was a transfer record?

[Your account has received a transfer from – Bai Xingluo: +10,000,000,000.00 Star Coins. Balance: 10,000,002,472.20 Star Coins.]

[Property Transfer: Imperial Star First Garden, Villa Area No. 2, Galaxy Continent, Planet M546…]

He had to count the zeros on the amount multiple times before he realized what it said.

Ten billion?!

And that was not to mention the long list of physical real estate, stocks, and various hardcore assets that followed.

Why does he have the illusion that he’s being “kept”?

Author’s note:

Sui-sui: About the fact that I saved a billionaire wife but I’m a pauper myself.

Luo-luo: Work? That doesn’t exist! (Cuddle) (Proudly rolls around) (Sends money at the speed of light)