The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

On the way to the hot spring resort, Yu Qing kept his head down, searching for tips on hot spring etiquette. Even without him speaking, his anticipation was palpable.

In his world, despite being from a prominent family and deeply pampered, he was strictly controlled. Due to his narcolepsy—the tendency to fall asleep anywhere at any time—his family feared accidents and rarely let him leave the estate. In Yu Qing’s memory, his entire world was only 9,800 acres, because that was the exact size of the family estate.

To ensure the blind date went smoothly, Elder Yu had spent a fortune to book the entire resort for privacy. As soon as they arrived, the staff greeted them enthusiastically.

The receptionist described the hotel’s features: the surroundings were entirely white, making guests feel as if they were in the snowy mountains. Yu Qing listened intently, his small face glowing with excitement.

Lu Feng ordered a few drinks, glancing at Yu Qing’s shorter stature and specifically ordering a glass of warm milk. When someone brought swimwear and robes, Yu Qing was the first to grab his and dashed toward the changing room.

Moments later, a shout came from inside: “Xi Yue! Xi Yue!”

As Xi Yue stopped, the changing room door swung open, and Yu Qing ran out shirtless. Both Lu Feng and Xi Yue froze, their eyes locking onto him.

Yu Qing was incredibly pale. His pampered skin was delicate and smooth, possessing the warm, lustrous quality of white jade under the lights. His waist was narrow, with distinct dimples at the base of his back, and a graceful line centered at his navel.

Completely oblivious to the scorching gazes of the two men, Yu Qing stood before them defenseless. “How did you buckle this? I can’t get it undone.” He grabbed Xi Yue’s hand and pressed it against his waistband. “Hurry, unfasten it for me.”

The large palm accidentally brushed against Yu Qing’s navel. That small patch of skin turned pink at a visible speed, causing his shoulders to shrink back and his collarbones to deepen.

Lu Feng stared intently, lost in thought. Does he react even to this level of contact?

As a man, Xi Yue understood exactly what Lu Feng was thinking. He used his body to block Lu Feng’s blatant gaze, his fingers gripping Yu Qing’s side, his thumb settling precisely into the curve of his waist.

Lu Feng’s expression turned cold. He smirked unpleasantly. “If I’m not mistaken, I am the one on a blind date with Young Master Yu.”

This “wild man” had repeatedly touched his date. First sucking “snake venom” from his leg, and now boldly grabbing his waist? Lu Feng hadn’t even touched him yet!

Before Xi Yue could respond, a small head popped out from behind his shoulder. Yu Qing stood on his tiptoes and huffed at Lu Feng, “A blind date with me? Are you even worthy?”

His eyes were beautiful, but when he looked at people coldly, it was as if no one was worth his notice. This “looking at trash” gaze was strangely intoxicating to Lu Feng.

…

After Yu Qing was ushered back into the changing room, the contrast between Yu Qing’s lack of defense and Xi Yue’s extreme vigilance was stark. Lu Feng chuckled to himself. Initially, he had been against this date—he didn’t want to be tied down. But if it was Yu Qing… it might not be so bad.

He didn’t leave. He leaned against the wall, waiting. Five minutes later, Xi Yue stepped out. He sensed the atmosphere immediately.

Lu Feng was perfectly dressed in a bespoke suit and handmade leather shoes, looking every bit the elite heir. He adjusted his cufflink, deliberately showing off his priceless watch. In contrast, Xi Yue’s clothes were slightly messy, and he wore ordinary casual wear. Next to the meticulously groomed Lu Feng, he appeared lackluster, even pathetic.

“Are you the little pet Young Master Yu keeps around?” Lu Feng appraised him like merchandise. “Nothing special.”

Xi Yue lowered his eyes submissively. “I naturally cannot compare to President Lu.”

Lu Feng frowned. This man’s cowardly act irritated him. “Put away your little schemes,” he warned coldly. “Yu Qing is beautiful, isn’t he? He has personality and confidence—traits born from a lifetime of being pampered. He has access to top-tier resources. And you? A man who relies on selling himself, trying to climb the social ladder by manipulating a simple-minded boy. Your greed is quite unsightly.”

Xi Yue remained weak, his lashes fluttering. “Are you warning me to stay away from the Young Master?”

“I am reminding you,” Lu Feng sneered, looking down on him. “Know your place.”

The “weak” young man slowly looked up. His features were deep, but his aura turned ethereal and calm. His voice was gentle, even polite. “President Lu, do you know what you look like right now?” Xi Yue chuckled. “Like a jealous husband who can’t get what he wants and is barking like a stray dog.”

“Are you jealous of me? President Lu.”

Despite the smile and the polite tone, the malice was undeniable. Lu Feng realized the muscles around Xi Yue’s eyes weren’t moving. It was a fake smile. The black eyes beneath his brow were void of light—like a poisonous snake protecting its territory.

“Do you really think Yu Qing likes you?” Lu Feng sneered. “Playing weak to get his pity? He treats you like a stray dog on the street. Only a fool would think that’s special treatment. As a playtoy, you should act like one. You piece of trash.”

…

Yu Qing emerged from the changing room to find the two men in a standoff. Lu Feng immediately moved to his side, his gaze turning warm. “I’m so sorry for making you wait earlier. Let me make it up to you with lunch at the Sky Restaurant tomorrow?”

Yu Qing wanted to refuse because of the heat, but that restaurant was famous. He glanced at Lu Feng; the apology seemed sincere enough. “We’ll talk about tomorrow, tomorrow. Right now, I just want to soak.”

In the water, the milk-white hot spring accelerated blood circulation. Yu Qing sank into the water until only his pink nose and comfortable, squinting eyes were visible. He looked like a satisfied Persian cat. “Mmm… so comfortable.”

Lu Feng’s throat felt dry as he watched. Xi Yue, nearby, took several deep breaths to steady his racing heart. He brought over the milk Lu Feng had ordered. Yu Qing, accustomed to being served, let Xi Yue hold the glass as he sipped. When he tilted his head back, his slender neck and delicate Adam’s apple were fully exposed.

After drinking, he leaned lazily against Xi Yue. “Strange… what’s that smell?” He sniffed closer and closer until his face was buried in Xi Yue’s neck.

“I smoked,” Xi Yue lied, his voice strained as he held Yu Qing’s slippery waist underwater to keep him steady.

“Don’t smoke when I’m around,” Yu Qing huffed.

He then noticed Lu Feng drinking nearby. The bamboo container on the stone ledge held sake. Yu Qing looked at Xi Yue, who whispered, “Young Master, you aren’t allowed to drink.”

The spoiled Young Master didn’t say a word. He just pouted and pushed Xi Yue away, wading toward Lu Feng. He stopped right in front of him, his skin flushed pink from the heat. “I want some too.”

“Can you even drink?” Lu Feng teased.

Yu Qing couldn’t stand being challenged. Before Lu Feng could react, Yu Qing grabbed his wrist. His small tongue darted out, licking the rim of the glass to taste the sake. Finding it insufficient, he began to lick the inside of the glass.

The heat in the spring was intense. Lu Feng’s gaze was paralyzed on Yu Qing’s lips. Through the steam, he watched the tongue turn from pink to red. It looked incredibly soft.

Yu Qing, unaware of how provocative he was being, licked his lips to savor the taste, making them look even wetter and redder—as if he had just been kissed.

When Yu Qing reached for the bottle, Lu Feng caught his wrist and pinned it against the stone wall. Lu Feng’s ears were red, his eyes dark with a hunger to swallow him whole.

Yu Qing looked confused, then his expression shifted. His leg had brushed against something. Realizing what it was, the offended Young Master’s brows knit with fury. How dare he!

He was about to slap Lu Feng, but a more wicked idea struck him. He stood on his tiptoes, getting so close that Lu Feng’s breath hitched. Beneath the water, Yu Qing curled his leg and used his knee to rub against him slowly, agonizingly.

Then, Yu Qing curled the corners of his mouth into a mischievous, beautiful smile. “Want to do it for me?”

His tone was arrogant, his teasing malicious. It was the height of spoiled entitlement.

Lu Feng’s breathing was heavy and ragged. He didn’t speak, but his desperate expression was more powerful than any answer. He looked at Yu Qing as if asking: What do you want? Anything.

The “bad” Young Master, satisfied with the reaction, raised an arm and playfully, patronizingly patted Lu Feng’s wet, hot cheek. He leaned into Lu Feng’s ear, his hot breath hitting the man’s neck. Feeling Lu Feng’s muscles stiffen, he whispered with arrogant grace:

“Kneel, and I’ll give it to you.”