The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Xi Yue kept his head slightly lowered. Because the night was dark and he was very tall, his features were not clearly defined in the shadows.

However, his voice carried a distinct coaxing tone, reminiscent of his past submissive and humble speech, yet now weighted with a much heavier implication.

Yu Qing could not see Xi Yue’s face, but the darkness amplified his other senses; he could clearly feel Xi Yue’s hand.

Xi Yue’s fingers were long and his joints well-defined—a thin layer of flesh covering an exquisite skeletal structure.

Yu Qing looked up at Xi Yue in a daze, not understanding why he was doing this. The kiss from moments ago still left him oxygen-deprived; he squinted, a tear shimmering at the corner of his eye as his pale fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of Xi Yue’s shoulder: “…Take it away!”

Xi Yue leaned down in response and pecked his cheek. Feeling the dampness on the skin and guessing he might be crying, Xi Yue sought out the tears with his lips, licking them away one by one.

“Little Master, I just cleaned my fingers with a wet wipe,” Xi Yue’s voice was low and slow. “I am very clean.”

Xi Yue’s intention was to soothe Yu Qing’s uneasy heart, but Yu Qing’s mind remained adrift. He felt that things were faintly spiraling out of control.

His hands pressed against the man’s shoulders, but he couldn’t push him away. This was the first time he truly realized the massive disparity in their physical sizes. Xi Yue could easily envelop him in his embrace; if Xi Yue wished it, Yu Qing wouldn’t be able to see a single ray of light.

This realization finally frightened the spoiled Little Master. One hand reached toward his lower back, grabbing Xi Yue’s wrist in an attempt to use brute force to get his way.

But he was destined for disappointment. The gap between them wasn’t just in size, but in strength. His fingers could only barely wrap around Xi Yue’s wrist, pressing against the protruding carpal bone, while simultaneously feeling the pulse and movement of Xi Yue’s tendons.

He should leave.

Yu Qing thought he should pull his hand away, but he felt as if he were being controlled; his small hand remained draped over Xi Yue’s wrist, experiencing the man’s actions.

His face gradually turned scarlet. Yu Qing’s muscles tightened from tension, which only elicited a soft chuckle from Xi Yue.

Suddenly, Yu Qing’s expression turned frantic. He actively reached out his arms to embrace the man, his expression and breathing falling into total disarray: “Xi… Xi Yue!”

“I want to kiss…”

His voice trembled and wavered, like a string of broken jade beads scattering on the floor. His expression was filled with fragmented anxiety—he was terrified, as if he desperately needed this kiss to anchor him.

A car drove by in the distance, its high beams momentarily illuminating the two under the shade of the trees. Yu Qing was so startled that he clung to Xi Yue, his shoulders shivering, his eyes full of a plea for help. He completely forgot that the Maybach behind them was blocking the view; no one could see them.

Xi Yue cupped Yu Qing’s face reassuringly. Wet eyelashes, crimson cheeks—the arrogant, cold face was now occupied by the colors of desire, shimmering with an alluring luster everywhere.

He lowered his head slightly and kissed the corner of Yu Qing’s mouth. The sound of moisture in the darkness was unmistakable. He looked at those eyes, soaked in deep red, his forehead and neck covered in sweet, sticky sweat—a picture of fragile vulnerability, as if he couldn’t endure any more.

“Little Master,” the once-obedient little pet began to be disobedient again. Xi Yue said, “I cannot kiss you.”

Though he said this, his actions did not stop. Yu Qing’s legs felt numb; he could barely keep his footing.

“Why?” The slightly resentful eyes were filled with water. Though he was trying to look fierce, the upward curve of his eyes only added to his seductiveness.

Xi Yue bent his neck, pinched his chin, and suddenly became very aggressive.

Yu Qing let out a muffled cry. Heat and sweat soaked his pale, translucent skin. The unprecedented feeling of emptiness made him extremely insecure; he hugged Xi Yue tightly, stood on his tiptoes, and proactively offered a kiss.

His heels left the ground, and Xi Yue lifted him up further to facilitate the kiss.

But his kiss was undoubtedly clumsy—just a simple pressing of lips. Xi Yue didn’t open his mouth, and Yu Qing’s tongue licked fruitlessly for a long time. The anxious Little Master, failing to achieve his goal, began to let out a small, crying sound.

He felt so strange; he needed to kiss. It felt as if as long as they kissed, these strange things happening to his body would stop.

Xi Yue enjoyed Yu Qing’s initiative and relished the image of Yu Qing relying entirely on him. It was incredibly adorable to see Yu Qing sticking out his wet red tongue to lick the seam of his lips, looking frantic because he couldn’t get a deeper kiss. Like a lost kitten.

“Xi Yue!” Yu Qing suddenly cried out, his face full of nervous tension. His hands gripped Xi Yue’s clothes relentlessly, wrinkling the fabric. “I… I drank too much juice today!”

An obscure sentence that failed to convey effective information, but it was the best expression Yu Qing could manage.

Xi Yue hummed an “Hm?” and asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom here?” He added softly, “No one will see, Little Master.”

Yu Qing’s expression went blank; he tilted his head, seemingly unable to comprehend the meaning of Xi Yue’s words. Because he had drunk so many beverages earlier, he was bursting, his pale legs trembling as he pressed them together.

But his anxiety didn’t last long. His physical stamina was poor, and combined with the internal urgency, standing on his toes became unbearable. His heels hit the ground as if he were collapsing.

In that instant, Yu Qing gripped Xi Yue’s wrist, clearly feeling the protrusion of the man’s knuckles. His shoulders shook as if he were crying.

“Why are you crying, baby?”

Xi Yue knew Yu Qing couldn’t hear clearly and certainly wouldn’t listen, so he wantonly used the term of endearment that only the closest elders would use. For him, this carried a sense of taboo, which only made him more excited.

While Yu Qing’s scalp was tingling and his mind was wandering, Xi Yue suddenly captured his lips in a kiss. However, his current state was clearly not suited for kissing. He didn’t know how to swallow or kiss back; he just hung his mouth open foolishly like something broken, allowing Xi Yue to invade his oral cavity.

Their tangled saliva escaped from the corners of their mouths. Yu Qing regained a sliver of consciousness; he tilted his head back to endure the kiss, his eyes dull as if void of emotion, yet looking very pained.

A thick fragrance mixed with sweat spread out, as if soaking into the summer night. Xi Yue intimately nuzzled the corner of his mouth, his high nose bridge becoming wet. Xi Yue cupped Yu Qing’s face, and when he finally pulled away, that small face was completely drenched.

“Baby smells so good.”

Yu Qing’s world shattered into a kaleidoscope because of this kiss, becoming extremely fragmented. He mechanically lifted his head, his expression stunned, his cheeks flushed, his small face wet and hot—like an exquisite porcelain doll.

After a long while, he bit his lip aggrievedly, tears uncontrollably welling in his eyes, looking as if they would fall at any moment.

Yu Qing tugged at Xi Yue’s sleeve, his fingers shaking: “I need to go to the bathroom…”

Xi Yue bent down slightly and picked up the delicate Little Master in a bridal carry. He hurried to the nearest store, made a purchase, and let Yu Qing use the shop’s restroom.

However, Yu Qing refused to come out for a long time. Xi Yue knocked on the door, “Little Master?”

“Xi Yue, you bastard!” Yu Qing’s crying voice came from inside. “Are you a pervert! Pervert, pervert, pervert!”

“How am I supposed to go out and face people now!”

Yu Qing cursed for a long time. Fearing others might hear him, he kept his voice low. His voice was naturally high-pitched; whispering with a crying tone made it sound like a clingy, spoiled whine instead.

“Little Master, please open the door.”

Xi Yue waited patiently for Yu Qing to finish his tirade. When Yu Qing grew tired and paused to catch his breath, Xi Yue’s voice was low and slow, filled with obvious coaxing: “I bought you new trousers… and new underwear.”

Upon hearing this, the tightly closed door opened a tiny crack, and a pale, trembling little hand reached out. The hand pawed at the air for a moment without finding what it wanted, followed by a fluffy head popping out from the crack.

Xi Yue handed over the bag. Yu Qing gave him an angry glare and quickly snatched it. With a bang, the door closed again.

Xi Yue leaned against the wall and chuckled. Earlier, Yu Qing’s eyes were rimmed with red, filled with an alluring mist. His face was covered in a lingering vivid color, yet he forced a fierce expression. And yet, not long ago, the person who had tearfully tugged his sleeve saying he needed the bathroom was also Yu Qing.

Truly adorable.

…

The Predator in the Maybach

Across from the store, a luxury car was exceptionally eye-catching.

Shang Ling had waited in the car for a long time. After the initial wave of humble and dejected emotions passed, they were replaced by a steady stream of rage.

Xi Yue knew he was in the car. Perhaps Xi Yue had discovered his presence a long time ago and intentionally said those words and did those things to provoke him.

Intentionally pressing Yu Qing against the car to kiss him, intentionally letting him see them doing such intimate things—it was as if he were tossing a bone to the one lurking in the shadows, giving him a few more “participatory” moments.

While Xi Yue was malicious, he also possessed an extreme possessiveness over Yu Qing. Throughout the ordeal, Shang Ling could only hear Yu Qing’s kitten-like whimpers and the sound of exchanging saliva; other than that, he could see nothing. Whenever Yu Qing tried to turn his head slightly, Xi Yue would pull it back, straightening the loose collar as if fearing Shang Ling might catch a glimpse.

Xi Yue knew he was watching, so he did it on purpose—letting him hear, but not see. Intentional torture.

Even the best car window materials couldn’t achieve 100% soundproofing, let alone at such a close distance; he heard everything clearly.

It wasn’t until Yu Qing was lifted slightly that he saw the fabric of his clothing being pushed into shape by knuckles and the back of a hand.

At first, he didn’t realize what was happening. When he finally understood, his world shattered, as if collapsing. He thought he could accept many things, including Yu Qing kissing others or sleeping with others.

But when such intimate acts were placed right before his eyes, his spinal cord felt severed and removed, leaving only a soul-less husk. He desperately hoped Yu Qing was being coerced, but Yu Qing’s attitude was compliant—he even proactively hugged Xi Yue’s neck to kiss him.

Xi Yue actually had the audacity to play the victim, breathing heavily with a cold face and failing to respond to the kiss immediately. Failing to get the kiss he sought, Yu Qing would emit anxious nasal sounds, like a starving cub, making continuous sobbing moans.

The sound was beautiful. While Shang Ling was in pain, he couldn’t help but prick up his ears to listen, feeling the violent reactions Yu Qing triggered in him time and time again.

It wasn’t until a water stain appeared on the window—the expensive glass becoming blurred and drenched as if a bucket of water had been splashed on it—that he truly understood. Things weren’t just bad; they were getting worse.

Shang Ling had been a rule-follower for years—a man with a strong sense of morality and an unconscious arrogance. It was hard for him to admit defeat. Just as he was finally willing to accept his failure and wanted a fresh start, a ruthless fact was pressed before his eyes: He might not even have the chance to start over.

In a state of extreme panic and insecurity, he instinctively thought of the elder who had raised him for years.

The night was late, but Shang Ling called with a sliver of hope. To his surprise, the call was answered.

“What is it, Xiao Ling? Is Xiao Qing throwing a tantrum again?”

Old Master Yu’s voice was steady, as calm as ever, without a hint of sleepiness, as if he had long expected Shang Ling to make this call.

Under normal circumstances, Shang Ling might have noticed something was wrong—normally, Old Master Yu would have been asleep, and even if there were a call, the butler should have handled it first. But now Shang Ling was in a state of chaos: “Grandpa, Xiao Qing hasn’t come home for a long time.”

“Oh? Staying at a hotel?”

“Yes.” He said with difficulty, “Hotels outside aren’t clean; he should come home. And it’s too dangerous outside…”

Old Master Yu interrupted him, sounding perplexed: “Doesn’t he listen to you very well?”

In the past, Yu Qing was spoiled and sometimes wouldn’t even listen to Old Master Yu. But Shang Ling was different. No matter how angry Yu Qing was, he was always willing to extinguish his temper for Shang Ling’s sake.

Shang Ling’s face momentarily shattered; his voice was like that of the walking dead: “No, Grandpa. He won’t listen to me anymore.”

The air in the enclosed car became heavy and stifling. After a long while, a sigh came from the other end of the line.

“I understand. I will have Xiao Qing come home.” Old Master Yu added, “It is indeed too dangerous outside. He was raised to be too simple; he might be eaten alive and still think he’s getting a good deal.”

A sudden chill ran down Shang Ling’s spine. Old Master Yu seemed to know everything. The hot kiss between Yu Qing and Xi Yue tonight, and his own despicable spying—Old Master Yu knew it all.

“Grandpa…” He felt ashamed. He had actually committed such base acts as tailing and spying, wasting all the years of Grandpa’s teachings.

“Alright, Xiao Ling. Grandpa understands. You are still young; it’s normal to make mistakes and normal not to realize your own feelings.” Old Master Yu said warmly, “It’s not too late to realize it now. Although Xiao Qing’s wishes are important, here with Grandpa, I only believe that you can bring him happiness. Grandpa will always be your strongest support.”

Old Master Yu’s voice was light, yet it filled Shang Ling’s heart with a steady stream of power, giving him infinite confidence.

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The Architect of Obsession

After hanging up, Old Master Yu rubbed his temples, a hint of fatigue in his brow. Several electronic devices were laid out on the desk along with color-printed documents—some showing Shang Ling driving, others showing Yu Qing being supported by Xi Yue.

It was not easy for an old man to stay up this late. As soon as Old Master Yu moved his finger, the butler immediately helped him up, saying with relief: “After tonight, Young Master Shang will surely be utterly devoted to the Little Master…”

“Not enough.” Old Master Yu interrupted calmly. “This is still not enough.”

“Shang Ling has been upright and moral since he was a child; he won’t easily change his principles and standards. For Xiao Qing’s sake, he changed them today, and what happened was indeed a major blow to him. But it is far from enough.”

Old Master Yu said: “I don’t need Shang Ling to ‘love’ Xiao Qing. I only need Shang Ling to obey him unconditionally—to make Xiao Qing his only principle and standard. I want Shang Ling to stay by his side willingly, even if he is betrayed a thousand times and has his heart and dignity trampled upon repeatedly.”