The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Yu Qing frowned, casting a bewildered gaze at Xi Yue. What was his friend trying to do?

Yan Duyun realized his own rudeness and shifted uncomfortably, his hands having nowhere to go. After stammering for a while, he couldn’t stop staring at Yu Qing and boldly asked, “Can I add you on WeChat?”

This time, Xi Yue shielded Yu Qing behind him, blocking him so completely that nothing could be seen except for a section of tender white leg.

“He won’t add you.”

“Aren’t you two not in a relationship?”

“We aren’t,” Xi Yue’s tone was flat, but his words were like a thunderclap. “But I am his lover.”

The person behind him suddenly grabbed his arm, clearly terrified by his scandalous statement.

Xi Yue looked up, his eyes devoid of warmth. “I don’t like people trying to fish for my sugar daddy right in front of my face.”

“I am not a generous lover.”

Xi Yue had a prominent brow bone and deep, almost mixed-race features, yet his temperament was cold and elegant. Under the bright moonlight, he looked somewhat melancholic.

Bitter, even.

“Oh, oh… I see…”

Yan Duyun, who had a sunny and energetic look with pure, innocent brown eyes, nodded dumbly, looking a bit foolish. “Then I’ll come back when you’re not around, Senior.”

“By the way, room inspections have been strict lately. Be careful bringing someone back. Don’t get caught.” Yan Duyun’s eyes drifted behind Xi Yue one last time, seemingly reluctant to leave.

Once Yan Duyun was gone, Yu Qing jumped out from behind Xi Yue, his face flushed red. “What nonsense are you talking about!”

He was truly fuming. Listening to Xi Yue babble back there, ruining his reputation… and “lover”?

While that was technically the arrangement, heaven be his witness, he didn’t have those kinds of thoughts about Xi Yue.

“Young Master.”

Xi Yue lowered his head and called to him. Perhaps because his voice was so soft, he sounded exceptionally aggrieved. “Am I no longer even worthy of being your lover?”

“…”

“Back then, you said you liked me very much. The people you sent told me you had to have me—that you’d satisfy anything I wanted. Were those all lies?”

Yu Qing’s face wrinkled slightly, his lips pressed tight in confusion.

Did he say those things?

【You really did.】

556: 【This is what you told the butler: “No matter what conditions Xi Yue sets, agree to them. In short, I must have him. If the soft way doesn’t work, use force. This man is mine.”】

Forced to remember, Yu Qing heard Xi Yue’s voice drop even lower, sounding particularly lonely in the summer night breeze. “Young Master, are you already tired of me?”

“…”

Yu Qing couldn’t listen to this anymore. He hadn’t “sponsored” Xi Yue for that reason in the first place, so there was no such thing as being “tired” of him.

But he was a sucker for a soft approach. Plus, he really wanted to get into the dorm and didn’t want to waste time on this, so he actually began to coax him—a rare occurrence. “Don’t overthink it. As long as you’re obedient, I won’t get tired of you.”

Though his attitude was perfunctory, his voice softened. Without the overbearing arrogance, it sounded somewhat sweet.

Yu Qing’s attention was entirely on the dormitory building. He only heard Xi Yue’s dejected and sad voice; he didn’t notice that under Xi Yue’s lifted lashes, his gaze was icy and profound.

Xi Yue lowered his eyes, watching Yu Qing pull his wrist and impatiently lead the way toward the dorm.

This young master of the Yu family was far too naive.

And far too easy to deceive.

…

Xi Yue led Yu Qing through the small paths.

Yu Qing was terrified of being caught sneaking in. He clung to Xi Yue’s arm the whole way, and whenever someone passed by, he immediately buried his face in Xi Yue’s chest.

Once the noise faded, his beautiful eyes would pop out again, scanning in all directions.

Yu Qing didn’t even realize that making such movements with a face like his only made him more eye-catching.

The dorm lady knew Xi Yue. She glanced at the new face behind him and let out a “Yo!”: “Which department is this little junior from? He’s so handsome.”

Yu Qing froze for two seconds before realizing she was talking to him. He suddenly got nervous, gripped Xi Yue’s arm, and stammered, unable to name a department. He looked at Xi Yue for help.

Xi Yue reached out and stroked his cheek before leading him to the dorm lady. “Auntie, he’s just sitting in for a bit. He’ll be leaving soon.”

The dorm lady knew these boys loved visiting each other’s rooms. Plus, the senior dorms were mostly empty, and the school wasn’t strict with them. As long as they weren’t bringing back sketchy outsiders, she turned a blind eye.

She’d been a student once, too; no need to be so rigid.

However, she had never seen someone as exquisite as Yu Qing. She stared at him, which made Yu Qing so nervous that he hung onto Xi Yue like a startled little animal.

The dorm lady was amused. “Why so shy?”

Xi Yue also let out a light laugh. “He is a bit shy.”

The usually lawless young master was actually scared of a stranger’s greeting—it was truly unexpected.

Being teased made the young master purse his lips, the tips of his brows trembling; he was clearly unhappy. But he didn’t dare make a sound, fearing he’d expose himself as an outsider and be kicked out.

In front of others, Yu Qing was a total coward, but the moment they hit the empty stairwell, his true nature returned. He snapped away from Xi Yue, raised his chin fiercely, and questioned, “Why were you laughing at me just now? Is it funny?”

“No, it was cute,” Xi Yue said. “I laughed because you’re cute.”

Yu Qing let out a cold huff, considered himself “coaxed,” and then clingily asked for the dorm room number.

“Will your roommates come back?”

“They rarely do; they’re all out doing internships. For the weekend… it’s hard to say.”

Xi Yue entered the code to open the door. After confirming no one was inside, he stepped aside.

The moment Yu Qing saw the room, he was stunned.

An eight-person dorm. Four beds on one wall, separated by iron ladders. No desks, and the lockers were tiny—there was almost nowhere to step.

The floor was uneven, damp, yellowed cement. The white paint on the walls was peeling. The place was a mess: smelly socks, takeout bags that hadn’t been tossed, a mountain of plastic buckets, and underwear hanging from the bedframes.

This was completely different from the university dorms he saw in movies or books—those were always clean, cozy, and comfortable.

This wasn’t a dorm; it was a landfill.

Yu Qing’s mouth hung open as he turned to Xi Yue, his eyes full of shock. After a long while, he asked uncertainly, “Your dorm… is it always like this?”

“Mhm.” Xi Yue didn’t intend to bring him in. Standing by the door, he said, “There are a few nice hotels nearby. Let’s go there now…”

“I don’t want to stay in a hotel.” Yu Qing bit his lip, his eyes drifting back inside as he made a difficult decision. “I want to stay in your dorm.”

Fortunately, not everywhere was a mess. The small area near the door was neat, the floor was relatively clean, and there were no smelly socks or underwear there.

Xi Yue pointed to the top bunk, Bed 1. “That’s my bed.”

Yu Qing prepared to climb up and check the bedding. If Xi Yue’s sheets or pillowcase smelled weird, he wouldn’t stay.

But before getting into bed, he needed to shower. It was his habit.

The bathroom conditions were terrible; the door lock was broken. If a roommate suddenly returned, they could walk right in.

He made Xi Yue stand guard at the door.

While Yu Qing showered, Xi Yue adjusted the AC and changed the pillowcase and sheets.

“Xi Yue,” a voice suddenly came from the bathroom. “I don’t have pajamas.”

Yu Qing looked worried inside. Hearing a knock, he opened the door a crack, stuck out a damp hand, and scrambled to grab the clothes from Xi Yue.

“I haven’t worn this shirt. As for pants… I don’t have any in your size.”

Xi Yue was a head taller than Yu Qing. The shirt could barely pass as pajamas, but pants were out of the question.

But Yu Qing wasn’t just missing pajamas; he was missing underwear.

He bit his lip, his knees rubbing together uneasily. The feeling of being “commando” made him anxious. He couldn’t just go out like this…

But Xi Yue didn’t seem to realize the problem. Seeing him stay inside, he called out in confusion, “Young Master?”

The bathroom door opened. Steam mixed with the scent of body wash puffed out. In the hazy mist, Xi Yue saw a slender, firm waist. The shirt fell naturally due to gravity.

Xi Yue happened to turn around.

His shirt was clearly too big for Yu Qing, draping loosely and just barely covering the tops of his thighs. Below that, it was empty.

Because the bathroom didn’t have a dry-wet separation, the shirt had soaked up some moisture, clinging to his chest and revealing a hint of youthful pink.

“Young Master, this is for you.”

Xi Yue handed over a neatly folded piece of pure white fabric.

With just one glance, Yu Qing’s lashes flew up. He hurriedly snatched it and hid it behind his back. His eyes, misty from the steam, were full of shock. “You—”

“Carrying items you might need close to your body is my duty.” Xi Yue spoke respectfully and continued, “Young Master, take off your pants first.”

Yu Qing was bewildered, then heard Xi Yue say naturally, “I’ll wash them for you separately.”

The fingers clutching the white fabric tightened.

The door closed again.

Inside, Yu Qing was dying of shame.

Why did Xi Yue carry these things? And he wanted to wash them for him?

Though he knew Grandpa must have instructed Xi Yue, letting Xi Yue wash these still felt very strange. He could have just thrown them away.

He hurriedly put on the “pants” (the new underwear) and rushed out.

Because he was flustered and the slippers were too big, he slipped while looking down at his feet.

Xi Yue caught him. Yu Qing’s entire face and neck were flushed pink. Looking up, his eyes were full of moisture, looking exactly like he had been bullied.

He raised his arms slightly, and the oversized sleeves slid down, revealing snowy-white forearms.

“Let go of me.”

Yu Qing pushed Xi Yue away. Seeing Xi Yue’s gaze drift into the bathroom toward the white fabric on the edge of the plastic bucket, his knuckles curled again.

But he had already composed himself.

Underwear is just clothes. No big deal.

To regain his ground, Yu Qing cupped Xi Yue’s face like he was playing with a pet. Tilting his pinkish face up, he said icily, “You better be obedient.”

“If you’re obedient, there will be a reward.”

As he looked up, the hair on the top of his head brushed Xi Yue’s chin and grazed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t wash them for me, do you hear me?”

Xi Yue nodded submissively, like a tamed pet dog.

Next was Xi Yue’s turn to shower. Yu Qing played on his phone until he was tired, but the water in the bathroom was still running.

Losing patience, he shouted a few times toward the door with no response. He knocked, still nothing.

Did he faint?

His hand slid down to the doorknob.

Thump! A shockwave vibrated through the handle into Yu Qing’s hand, making him let go as if he’d been electrocuted.

Through the door, Yu Qing heard a series of urgent breaths.

He was startled by the sudden noise. That dull thud sounded like someone falling, or like something hitting the door.

What was wrong with Xi Yue?

【He might be too weak.】

556: 【The Protagonist Shou, Xi Yue, is kind and stubborn. To earn tuition for studying abroad, he works several part-time jobs at once. In the original plot, he fainted multiple times due to over-exhaustion.】

Yu Qing thought back to Xi Yue’s physique. The sense of power he felt from him earlier was intense, especially in the dim light.

That body… weak?

While Yu Qing was doubting, Xi Yue’s voice finally came from inside, low and raspy. “Young Master.”

The sudden response made Yu Qing jump. “Why did you suddenly speak? You scared me.”

He didn’t know that inside, Xi Yue was still somewhat oxygen-deprived.

But as he calmed down, his long fingers tightly gripped the white clothing. His somewhat vacant gaze fell on the plastic bucket, which contained the clothes Yu Qing had just changed out of.

Xi Yue went silent again. Yu Qing asked from outside, “Why aren’t you out yet? Your voice sounds like you’re in pain.”

He racked his brain for an explanation and reached a conclusion: “Are you constipated?”

This “well-thought-out” conclusion was met with a lazy, light chuckle. Yu Qing was even more confused, thinking this guy was truly weird. He couldn’t help but snap, “You’re sick!” (Equivalent to “You’re crazy/have issues!”)

Automatic alert: 【Protagonist Shou Xi Yue, Disgust Value -20, Total: 50/100】

Yu Qing: “?”

His expression shifted in shock. He insulted Xi Yue, and the Disgust Value dropped?

He furrowed his brows and repeated tentatively, “Are you really sick?”

Automatic alert: 【Protagonist Shou Xi Yue, Disgust Value -10, Total: 40/100】

Yu Qing: “…”

556 was practically exploding with excitement. This was the first time since entering this world that Yu Qing had brought the protagonist’s Disgust Value below the passing line.

Their mission was to befriend the protagonist and keep the Disgust Value below 60.

556 was ecstatic: 【Oh my god, why does he get excited when you curse at him?】

【The value drops just from you calling him sick. If you kicked him a few times, wouldn’t he be flying with joy?】

Yu Qing, however, felt extremely uneasy. He backed away from the bathroom, his face full of horror. “What exactly is he doing in there? Why does calling him sick make the value…?”

“Is he a masochist?”

According to the character settings, Xi Yue had nothing to do with masochism. 556 couldn’t explain the abnormal change either.

Despite the confusing process, the result was good. 556 spoke naturally, as if it were no big deal: 【Bao, you don’t understand. You’re cursing too cutely. With a face like that and a voice that sweet, how is cursing any different from flirting?】

“Then how should I curse at him?” Yu Qing said gloomily. He thought he had been very fierce.

【You should be meaner! More forceful! Show the authority of a sugar daddy! For example: ‘Stupid dog, get on your knees and lick my feet!’】

Yu Qing went speechless.

If he hadn’t used up his “mute” charges for the day, he definitely would have locked 556 in the dark room.

A few more minutes passed before the bathroom door opened. Yu Qing poked his head in, feeling both angry and speechless.

Amidst the steam, Xi Yue was sitting on a plastic stool.

His legs were spread naturally, a plastic basin between them, his head lowered as he focused on scrubbing something.

As expected of a “strong-strong” novel, though Xi Yue was the “shou,” his shoulders were broad and his muscular lines were beautiful. When he scrubbed the clothes, the veins on the back of his hands and forearms stood out.

Yu Qing suddenly had a bad premonition. He moved his gaze to the clothes in Xi Yue’s hands—it was his underwear.

“Why are you washing that?” Yu Qing froze. “I said you didn’t have to, you…”

Xi Yue specifically lifted it up for him to see and asked in confusion, “Is it this one?”

Water mixed with milky white foam dripped down. Yu Qing couldn’t look anymore; he turned around and walked away.

Absurd. Simply absurd.

With his face flushed pink, Yu Qing pulled 556 out to yell at it. “Are all the protagonists here like this? Why would he wash this for someone!”

And looking at Xi Yue’s expression, there wasn’t a hint of being forced; he seemed to enjoy it.

He said he didn’t have to! Who likes washing these for others? Isn’t that a pervert!

【What’s wrong with washing underwear? Everyone gets washed. It’s Xi Yue’s blessing to wash your underwear; he should be grateful. Not every protagonist gets to touch them!】

Yu Qing’s expression became increasingly strange.

556, noticing the shift, immediately changed its tune: 【What a perverted protagonist! Lewd, vulgar, filthy! How dare he use his dirty hands to touch my Bao’s fragrant pants!】

【Bao, your pants have been defiled by a stinky man, you can’t wear them again!】

Yu Qing had never heard such vulgarities. The specific phrasing triggered a deep sense of shame, making him stutter, “I… of course I won’t wear them again!”

556 praised Yu Qing some more, finally coaxing him back to a better mood.

By then, Xi Yue had finished the laundry and walked out with the plastic basin.

Yu Qing stood awkwardly in the only clean area, looking like a tense, startled kitten.

Xi Yue set the basin down. “Are you going to bed?”

The iron ladder was rusty and wobbly due to age, creaking with the slightest touch.

Yu Qing didn’t dare climb up himself.

But Xi Yue just asked him without offering to help—waiting for Yu Qing to speak first. This made Yu Qing unhappy.

Who was the sugar daddy here? Why wasn’t Xi Yue more proactive? No initiative at all!

But if he asked Xi Yue to carry him up, it would make him look like a coward.

Yu Qing turned his head petulantly and decided to be self-reliant. It’s just a bed, how hard can it be?

He tentatively reached out to grip the iron ladder. The moment his fingers touched it, it let out an incessant creaking noise.

Yu Qing had never dealt with this. As his porcelain-white foot stepped onto the bottom rung, the entire bed shook slightly, as if it might tip over.

He was a bit scared, but more than that, he felt the excitement of a new experience.

Xi Yue stood behind him, ready to catch him if he fell.

He watched Yu Qing slowly climb up.

With every step, the hem of the shirt would lift slightly, revealing the snowy, delicate tops of his thighs.

After a while, Yu Qing lost his fear, his movements becoming more agile.

But as he lifted his knee for the final step onto the bed, he got careless and his foot slipped.

He lurched forward, his upper body landing on the mattress.

In a place Yu Qing couldn’t see, Xi Yue’s cold eyes were locked on him like a predator catching its prey.

The top bunk was 1.8 meters high. Xi Yue only had to look up to see Yu Qing’s pathetic state.

His straight, well-proportioned legs were pressed together, his hips tilted high.

A corner of the shirt had rolled up to his waist, revealing a section of snowy-white skin, two exquisite dimples at the small of his back, and the rounded soft flesh enveloped in pure white cotton.

Even more striking were the vivid red marks left by the elastic band on his tender, white thighs.