The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Yu Qing had no idea how things had spiraled to this point.

He had tried to push Xi Yue away; he felt… it had gone too far. Even though it was supposed to be sucking out “venom,” his entire body was going numb. It was as if the venom was taking effect, making his consciousness drift and turn hazy. The tingling itch spreading from the wound forced a near-sob from his throat.

“Enough.”

Yu Qing managed to squeeze out the word, his voice possessing a soft, lingering quality he wasn’t even aware of. Xi Yue paused slightly but did not stop. The numbness continued to spread. Yu Qing tried to push him again, only to meet Xi Yue’s direct, unwavering gaze.

Xi Yue didn’t stop his movements. Instead, he tilted his head up slightly and stared straight at him. Yu Qing could practically see how the man’s lips closed over the bleeding “wound.” Just being watched made him feel a searing heat of shame, yet he was pried even wider apart. Uncontrollably, he tilted his head back, nearly crying out.

His youthful face was a mask of agonizing endurance, but his ankle was held so tightly by the man that he couldn’t budge an inch. He turned his head away, his fingers bunching Xi Yue’s shoulder fabric into tiny wrinkles.

“You’re shaking.”

Xi Yue pecked and kissed upward methodically, slowly cleaning the residual blood. “Is it because you’re cold?”

It was the height of summer; how could he be cold? Yu Qing merely pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn’t cold; in fact, he felt a strange, indescribable heat. But he couldn’t speak; his pride wouldn’t allow him to lose his composure, even in an “accident.”

Unfortunately, there was a gap between ideal and reality. He couldn’t stop the sounds—whether it was telling Xi Yue to stop or anything else. Yu Qing felt paralyzed. The unknown sensation terrified him. In his panicked confusion, he could only make Xi Yue the scapegoat for his emotions.

He cursed with a sob in his voice, “Take your dirty mouth away!”

…

“The company has been too busy lately.”

Simultaneously, the glass door was pushed open and then clicked shut. Lu Feng arrived late, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

No one paid him any mind. Despite the arrival of a third person, Xi Yue didn’t break his rhythm. He continued his slow kisses like an artist meticulously finishing a final masterpiece. The bones in the back of his hand stood out clearly, and the crawling veins began to show. This posture of total absorption finally infuriated the ignored Lu Feng.

“It’s not poisonous.”

Lu Feng leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the large hand gripping the back of Yu Qing’s knee. His tone was nasty. “There’s no need to use your mouth.”

The sound of a third person’s voice in the office made Yu Qing look up in shock. He frantically grabbed a nearby throw pillow to cover himself completely and questioned fiercely, “What are you doing barging in here!”

His face was incredibly flushed, and his voice carried a faint pant. His voice wasn’t naturally deep, and now, with his breathing disordered and a hint of a sob, it was enough to make anyone’s mind race.

Lu Feng frowned. Why was he acting so “spoiled” for no reason? He wasn’t some fool who would give Yu Qing a pass just because he acted cute.

The indoor light illuminated Lu Feng’s handsome, sharp face—the straight bridge of his nose and high brow bone gave him the look of a woodblock print. He had wanted this blind date to fail anyway, so he leaned against the door and said with a fake smile, “What, blaming me for ruining your fun?”

Yu Qing kept his face icy and silent, instead giving him a tyrannical glare before turning to pull at the young man beside him.

Ignored, Lu Feng grew extremely annoyed. He raised his voice as if to force Yu Qing’s attention, letting out a cold laugh. “Did you forget? I’m your blind date. Not this… wild man crouching between your legs, helping you suck out snake blood!”

Yu Qing loathed being lectured, and he hated being yelled at even more. Lu Feng’s shouting successfully turned his already sullen mood into a raging fire. He tried to stand up, but forgot his current predicament. He looked up at Lu Feng with a face full of fury, meeting his mocking gaze.

Without a second thought, he snatched a pillow from the side and hurled it toward the door with all his might. As he threw the pillow, his movement caused the white fabric to shift, and together with the black shirt stays, it bit into his snowy thigh meat.

White skin, black clips—the tension made the soft flesh spill over slightly.

Xi Yue was the first to notice the anomaly. He shifted his gaze instantly, and a blur of pink met his eyes. Before he could see everything, a trembling hand pressed down on the back of his head. While he was stunned, his face was shoved right in.

Above him was the shame-muddled, trembling voice of Yu Qing and the sound of him throwing things: “Get out!”

The glass door slammed shut. Lu Feng seemed to say something before leaving, but Xi Yue didn’t hear it—or rather, he didn’t care. All of his attention was captured by Yu Qing.

…It really was pink.

Now, he didn’t just know the color; he had tasted it.

As Xi Yue found his answer, Yu Qing slumped back onto the sofa, gasping for air. His body was weak, and the act of throwing things in a fit of rage had drained his stamina.

A second later, his flushed face froze. First confusion, then realization, and finally, fury. He grabbed the hair on the back of Xi Yue’s head, his slender fingers digging into the dark locks, but he couldn’t pull him away. Instead, he just made Xi Yue’s hair a mess. Visually, it looked as if he was the one forcing Xi Yue down, refusing to let go.

Yu Qing’s shoulders shook with rage, yet he couldn’t help but part his lips, letting out a puff of moist, hot air. The overhead lights made his eyes swim with tears. After a brief moment of daze, he looked down just as Xi Yue lifted his face to meet his gaze.

His usually cold, arrogant eyes were out of focus. He saw Xi Yue’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then watched as the man reached up to wipe the corner of his mouth, slowly licking his own thumb.

Yu Qing sat there frozen. After a long while, he kicked Xi Yue away and curled into the corner of the sofa. His face was wet and vibrantly red, his voice broken and trembling: “Are… are you a pervert?!”

“You…” He frantically searched for insults, but his mind was blank. Finally, he sobbed, “Did I not feed you?! You… you have to be like this!”

Yu Qing didn’t know how to curse, but he was livid. Fury crashed through his body. He angrily pulled his clothes back into place and shouted, “Pervert!”

“Who allowed you to touch me with your dirty mouth!”

“Disgusting! Get away!”

Yu Qing shoved Xi Yue’s shoulder hard to keep his distance. His face was beet red, and the flush extended down his neck to his collarbones. Xi Yue stood nearby, letting Yu Qing yell and hit him—though Yu Qing didn’t really hit him; at most, he just glared with those red, watery eyes.

…So cute.

After yelling for a while and feeling it wasn’t enough, Yu Qing stopped. Seeing Xi Yue standing there like a statue, he thought his insults were working. He decided to double down on the personal attacks, glaring up at Xi Yue and yelling fiercely (or so he thought), “Filthy! You’re so filthy! You’re a piece of filth!”