The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Xi Yue gazed at that red mark for a moment before cupping Yu Qing’s hips with both palms, giving him the leverage needed to get up.

Yu Qing scrambled onto the bed as fast as he could. The moment he steadied himself, his face turned icy. One didn’t need to guess to know he was about to throw a tantrum.

Right then, the dormitory door swung wide open, and a group of guys swarmed in. Yu Qing’s reactions were lightning-fast; he whipped the bed curtains shut instantly.

The newcomers froze for a second upon seeing the cold-looking young man sitting there, their expressions turning subtle and shifting. They didn’t offer a greeting. One of them walked to the balcony, first casting a strange look at the pure white fabric drying on the rack before pulling a folding table and chair from a low cabinet.

The already cramped space was suddenly packed. They dragged laptops from under their beds, complaining about work as they booted them up.

Xi Yue picked up an insulated cup and a pack of wet wipes, preparing to head back to the top bunk. A guy with a buzz cut paused his game and glanced at him, his lips curling in a snide smirk. “Going up so early?”

Without waiting for Xi Yue to answer, the buzz-cut guy tutted. “What are you even doing back in the dorm? How can this dump accommodate a ‘Great Buddha’ like you?”

Xi Yue ignored them. He climbed the ladder in a few swift motions, and the dark bed curtain was flicked open and dropped shut just as quickly.

His roommates collectively muttered a “fuck,” continuing to play their games while tossing out passive-aggressive remarks. Though they didn’t name names, it was obvious to anyone they were talking about Xi Yue.

…

The curtains blocked the light well. Xi Yue switched on a night light, the glow illuminating Yu Qing’s nervous little face. As soon as Xi Yue sat down, a body as warm as a small furnace pressed against his side.

Yu Qing hugged his arm, his voice tiny and cautious. “If I’m discovered, will I be kicked out?”

This worry was entirely redundant. Senior dorms were basically in a state of neglect; no one really checked them. While rules forbade bringing outsiders back, during university, friends with decent relationships often crashed in each other’s rooms.

But this young master of the Yu family was particularly terrified of such things—afraid of being caught, afraid of being expelled. His originally cold face was flushed with a layer of pink due to nerves, making him look tender and delectable.

Xi Yue couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease him.

“Mhm,” Xi Yue said, feigning a serious tone. “So, Young Master, you mustn’t make a sound. You wouldn’t want people to find out I have someone hidden in my bed, would you?”

Yu Qing nodded obediently.

Feeling like a thief with a guilty conscience, he kept a tight hold on Xi Yue’s hand. At first, he just squeezed the wrist, but eventually, his hand slid over the back of Xi Yue’s hand to hook onto his fingers.

His biological clock was making him drowsy, but the combination of game sound effects, clicking noises, and shouting from below formed a sharp cacophony that exploded in his ears, making sleep impossible.

Yu Qing’s head tilted, resting on Xi Yue’s shoulder. He whispered into his ear, “They’re so noisy…”

“And your dorm smells so bad.”

Xi Yue’s dorm was truly revolting. Except for the area around Xi Yue’s bed, every other corner was a disaster. “Why do they pile up so many smelly clothes and socks? It’s so unhygienic—”

Mid-sentence, a guy below suddenly yelled, “What’s that smell!”

“Damn, have these socks been sitting here for half a month? Why did you put your underwear in there too?” Someone kicked a plastic bucket. “Wash them already!”

Another guy grinned lewdly. “You don’t know shit. That’s called ‘manly musk’.”

Though their words sounded disgusted, it was mostly banter, even overflowing with a strange pride—as if accumulating that much laundry was a point of honor.

Eavesdropping, Yu Qing couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “So being unhygienic is ‘manly musk’.”

His voice always carried an icy arrogance, but now, whispering his complaints for fear of being caught, he had a peculiar, cowardly cuteness.

Xi Yue watched him, the corners of his mouth lifting almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, Yu Qing turned his snowy face up toward him. “Come closer.”

Xi Yue leaned in.

Yu Qing tilted his chin up, sniffing carefully—from the side of Xi Yue’s neck to his Adam’s apple, from his chin to his lips.

He passed.

Xi Yue didn’t have any strange odors. Instead, he smelled of a faint body wash—a refreshing blend of lemonade and icy mint, which felt exceptionally comfortable in the summer heat.

Just as Yu Qing pulled back, Xi Yue asked, “Young Master, did you brush your teeth?”

“Of course I did!” His voice rose instinctively before quickly dropping. Wronged, Yu Qing looked dissatisfied, whispering to defend his reputation, “I’m very fond of cleanliness.”

“Is that so?”

“Smell for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Xi Yue made a very conflicted face. After struggling for a while, he said, “Forget it.”

“I believe the Young Master.”

He said he believed him, but his tone was strained and his expression skeptical. Yu Qing was the type who couldn’t stand being doubted. Driven to prove he had brushed his teeth and was indeed clean, he proactively leaned in to let Xi Yue smell.

Xi Yue acted resistant, refusing to move, so Yu Qing climbed onto him. Propped up against Xi Yue’s chest, he tilted his chin and opened his mouth, exhaling a puff of moist, fragrant air mixed with the scent of toothpaste.

Finally, Xi Yue moved. He pinched the chin that was inches away, his thumb pressing against the lip flesh. A slight upward push would touch the teeth.

Yu Qing, thinking he had successfully proven himself, was about to climb off Xi Yue when a cool sensation crawled in like a snake. His eyes widened in horror. He immediately used his tongue to press against the fingertip, trying to stop Xi Yue from getting his way.

Xi Yue’s expression remained neutral, projecting a casual indifference. Sensing the resistance, he didn’t get discouraged; instead, he used his index and middle fingers together.

He was bitten—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to itch.

Xi Yue’s voice, dropping an octave, carried a hint of reproach. “Young Master, didn’t you say you wanted me to smell?”

“I haven’t smelled it yet.” He continued, “Since the Young Master asked me to, I must do so diligently. Surely the Young Master wouldn’t like someone who is merely perfunctory?”

Xi Yue was strikingly handsome. With a sturdy bridge of the nose, high brow bones, and deep eye sockets, he possessed a melancholic, fragile aura in the dim light that made his request sound perfectly reasonable.

Yu Qing struggled for a moment, but to prove his cleanliness, he submissively opened his mouth. Because of Xi Yue’s sitting position, Yu Qing’s body rose with him. He knelt over Xi Yue with his legs spread, obediently tilting his head back for the “inspection.”

To ensure Yu Qing had brushed every area, the “diligent” Xi Yue pushed his tongue aside and held it. Fearing he might bite someone, Yu Qing could only cooperate as best he could, though he eventually lost his patience. His brows furrowed, and his gaze turned icy.

His expression was fierce and cold, yet a crystalline transparency escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing a lewd curve down his cheek. His lips were red, his tongue soft, and a pink flush bloomed around his mouth, glistening with moisture.

“Mmh—”

Yu Qing’s lashes fluttered with indignation. They had agreed he would only smell to see if he’d brushed his teeth, but Xi Yue’s other hand reached around the back of his neck to pinch his earlobe, calloused fingertips slowly tracing the shell of the ear.

Yu Qing shivered all over, trying desperately to suppress the sounds in his throat, but he couldn’t stop a few nasal whimpers from escaping.

“You’ll be heard,” Xi Yue whispered against his ear. His lips unintentionally brushed the sensitive earlobe, his breathing becoming heavy.

At that moment, Xi Yue’s roommate paused his game and looked around suspiciously. “Did you guys hear something?”

“Hear what? It’s just the game audio.”

“No…” The guy frowned. “It sounded like… something from a video.”

After a brief pause, their loud laughter mingled with the game effects. “You’re just hearing things because you’re horny.”

It was just a small interlude. The roommate didn’t press further, assuming it was a sound from the game or that he’d misheard.

A guilty Yu Qing was terrified, clutching Xi Yue’s waist tightly. This “throwing himself into his arms” gesture only made things easier for Xi Yue. The inspection became even more comprehensive and thorough.

Xi Yue’s knuckles brushed against the corner of Yu Qing’s mouth, slowly and methodically cleaning him up. The area around his lips was soaked through, even rubbed a bit red.

Seeing the frown on Yu Qing’s face—furious, yet so naive that he didn’t even realize he was being toyed with—prompted an even more excessive thought to rise in Xi Yue.

Xi Yue covered Yu Qing’s mouth with an expression of deep concern. “What should we do if someone finds out I have someone hidden in my bed?”

Yu Qing’s face was so small that half of it was easily covered by a single palm, leaving only a pair of angry, bright, yet exceptionally misty eyes visible beneath his soft bangs.

Xi Yue leaned into his ear intentionally, his voice low and undeniably wicked as he offered a “kind” reminder.

“You have to be quieter, Young Master.”