The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The butler nodded in agreement, then hesitated as if remembering something. “The Little Master seems to be very fond of that T University student.”

“Xi Yue?” Old Master Yu vaguely recalled the name.

Xi Yue was intelligent, and Old Master Yu appreciated dealing with smart people. More importantly, Xi Yue knew how to please Yu Qing. His grandson had been utterly spoiled; having seen all the treasures of the world, very few things could pique Yu Qing’s interest. Under such conditions, the fact that Xi Yue could capture Yu Qing’s favor suggested he indeed had some “methods.”

Old Master Yu didn’t particularly care: “If Xi Yue knows his place, it’s not out of the question for Xiao Qing to keep him as a lover.”

“President Lu is also very satisfied with the Little Master.”

Lu Feng was an unexpected variable. As the sole heir to the Lu Group, Lu Feng acted dissolute and unreliable. To evade family arranged marriages, he had ruined his own reputation in his youth; none of the socialites in the circle looked favorably upon this playboy.

Unfortunately, there are no walls without cracks. Lu Feng pretended to love playing around, but he actually had an extreme case of mysophobia and hated being touched. The companions who attended galas with him were always cautious, terrified of touching somewhere they shouldn’t. Investigations revealed that the “experienced” Lu Feng had never actually been in a relationship.

His looks, family background, and education were all top-tier—he was a fitting match for Yu Qing.

“Let’s see what Xiao Qing wants. His wishes are more important,” Old Master Yu said dismissively. “What does it matter if my grandson keeps a few lovers?”

…

The “Injured” Little Master

On the other side, Yu Qing was still sulking. How could he stay calm when his “obedient puppy” had suddenly bitten him?

After moping in the bathroom for a while, he decided not to make things easy for Xi Yue either. He opened the door and summoned Xi Yue inside to help him change his trousers. Upon hearing the command, Xi Yue’s expression seemed startled, then became subtle—a look of suppressed grievance in Yu Qing’s eyes.

Thinking he had successfully bullied Xi Yue, Yu Qing gave a soft huff, stuffed the trousers into Xi Yue’s hands, and turned his back. “Help me check.”

“Check what?”

“I don’t know what’s going on… it’s sticky and uncomfortable.” Yu Qing’s brow twitched as he snapped, “It better not be bleeding!”

He didn’t dare touch it himself, and the bathroom mirror didn’t provide a clear view. Although it had felt “good” earlier, if Xi Yue actually made him bleed, he would still beat him.

Xi Yue didn’t mind the dirty floor. He knelt on one knee, lowering his head until his face was very close. When his nose brushed against that soft patch of skin, Yu Qing trembled. Xi Yue had washed his hands beforehand; he used his index and middle fingers to press against the sides of the “wound,” pulling them apart.

The stretched skin was flushed and moist, glistening with a layer of moisture that made it look vivid and succulent. Xi Yue tentatively touched it; Yu Qing’s muscles contracted, causing the opening to close slightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.” Yu Qing furrowed his brows. It didn’t hurt, but it felt very strange. He gripped the handrail, twisting his waist into a graceful arc. “Is it bleeding?”

“I don’t know. I need to look closer.”

As if Xi Yue were nearsighted, he leaned in until his face was practically pressed against the area. He sniffed carefully—no blood, no metallic scent. Only then did he say, “No.”

Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Xi Yue to hurry up and change him. While changing, he rested his hands on Xi Yue’s shoulders, cooperatively lifting a foot. His slender, well-proportioned calf possessed a translucent, jade-like quality under the white fluorescent light.

Xi Yue dazed for a moment. Dissatisfied, Yu Qing ground his toes against Xi Yue’s chest. “Hurry up, I’m sleepy.”

Xi Yue snapped back to reality, his gaze still fixed on that supple calf. Milky-white skin was slick with a hint of sweat. The scrape on the knee from earlier added a strange, maltreated beauty to the scene.

Looking up at Yu Qing, Xi Yue saw that the Little Master’s usual coldness had softened; his eyes were rimmed with red, and his lips were swollen. When he yawned lazily, one could see the overworked tongue inside.

After yawning, Yu Qing looked down, puzzled. Xi Yue was staring at him with dark, emotionless eyes. This gaze was predatory, instantly pulling Yu Qing’s thoughts back to the wild, uninhibited kiss from before.

At the time, Yu Qing had been terrified. It was his first time feeling such helpless despair—his limbs pinned, and even his only mobile part, his tongue, was forcefully manipulated by the man.

But now they weren’t kissing. Yu Qing had regained the dominant position, while Xi Yue knelt before him in a humble posture. In this state, it felt like if Yu Qing told Xi Yue to lick his dirty shoes clean, the man would obey.

He had no reason to be afraid.

Seeing that Xi Yue still dared to stare, and assuming he was dissatisfied, Yu Qing spitefully hooked his toes into Xi Yue’s collar. He soiled the white shirt with footprints and slowly pressed his foot against the man’s chest.

Yu Qing narrowed his eyes, his long lashes hiding the shimmering moisture. His tone was unfriendly. “Being disobedient again?”

Xi Yue’s neck went stiff. His muscles tensed under Yu Qing’s touch. The sole of Yu Qing’s foot wasn’t smooth; it felt rough and abrasive against his skin. However, when he saw that snowy-white calf and the scraped knee, his throat involuntarily bobbed, and his expression took on a hint of pain.

“Little Master…” His voice was low, carrying a trace of unearned pleading. His black hair was messy, his lips pressed thin beneath his high nose bridge, and a clear footprint sat on his stomach. He looked truly pathetic.

Yu Qing snorted. Know your mistake now? Why didn’t you think of that earlier? He gestured toward the new trousers with his chin and commanded, “Put them on me. Now.”

Having been lectured, Xi Yue was very obedient. Though his movements weren’t particularly agile, Yu Qing understood—a puppy that had just been scolded would move carefully, fearing it might hurt the master and anger him again.

After helping Yu Qing dress, Xi Yue dutifully bent his back. Yu Qing raised an eyebrow, gave him an appreciative look, and hopped on. Almost the instant he was picked up, his eyes closed.

The hotel wasn’t far, but Xi Yue walked slowly, afraid of waking him. He held the soft body tightly, his fingers hooked under Yu Qing’s thighs to ensure he wouldn’t slip.

…

The “Broken” System

Back at the hotel, Xi Yue wanted to help Yu Qing bathe, but Yu Qing just whimpered and refused to move, burrowing into the blankets. Xi Yue sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back the corner of the duvet, revealing a face flushed from being smothered.

Because of the lack of oxygen, Yu Qing’s mouth was slightly open, his small breaths coming in shallow pants. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window sat an ambiguous white bathtub; the bathroom was transparent, and the bedroom lights were dim. Combined with Yu Qing’s habit of letting out soft moans in his sleep, the atmosphere was incredibly charged.

Xi Yue didn’t sleep. He sat by the bed, staring at Yu Qing with an unreadable gaze. Yu Qing’s sleeping face was innocent; his lashes trembled during dreams, and he let out soft hums.

Xi Yue leaned over, bracing an arm by Yu Qing’s face. After a moment, he began to undo Yu Qing’s buttons one by one, preparing to put him into a different set of pajamas—a set he had bought recently and had been waiting for a chance to use.

As the shirt fell open, a vast expanse of milky skin was revealed. The red marks from earlier looked particularly vivid. The lingering romantic thoughts vanished; Xi Yue looked coldly at the hickeys on Yu Qing’s neck, his internal emotions swirling violently again.

He remained expressionless, but his other hand was clenched into a fist, his knuckles white. As if punishing him, he bit into the red mark below the collarbone. The sleeping Yu Qing struggled, his face full of groggy laziness, his voice clingy: “Don’t bite me…”

The trembling end-note made it sound less like a rejection and more like a flirtation.

Through this period, Xi Yue had perfectly mastered how to make Yu Qing happy—including the right amount of pressure, the depth of the kiss, and where to touch. He would serve Yu Qing well; no one was more compatible than them.

…

Around dawn, Yu Qing woke up due to the discomfort of overeating. He felt bloated and in pain.

“I’ll go downstairs to buy medicine,” Xi Yue said, getting up, but his wrist was caught.

Yu Qing was rubbing his stomach, his expression pained. Because he had eaten so much, his flat stomach was slightly distended, stretching his belly button. He hadn’t noticed his pajamas were wide open, hanging off his shoulders to reveal his white skin.

“Rub it for me before you go,” Yu Qing commanded petulantly, pressing Xi Yue’s hand onto his belly.

Xi Yue sat back down and massaged him. Suddenly, Yu Qing felt a familiar sting. He looked down at his chest—it seemed redder. And while it was usually concave, it now seemed the opposite.

He poked it, confused: “What’s going on?”

Xi Yue leaned down, pinching the “strange” spot with a matching look of bewilderment. “What’s going on?”

Yu Qing, still half-asleep, pointed to the other side. “This side is still like it was before.”

“Then let me help the Little Master, alright?” Xi Yue coaxed while massaging his stomach. “I’ll help make this side look like the other.”

Yu Qing didn’t fully understand. He just thought it was weird for them to be different. He proactively straightened his back, offering himself up: “Then do a good job helping.” He warned, “And don’t bite me.”

…

In his mind, System 556 was screaming: 【Host! Xi Yue is NOT right!】

What’s wrong with him? Yu Qing thought lazily, pushing Xi Yue’s head away as the man returned to him like a puppy with a bone. Isn’t he being very obedient?

556 was horrified. Before, it could rationalize Xi Yue’s behavior as being forced by the “Gold Parent.” But what it just saw was chilling: 【You were asleep for three hours. Do you know what he was doing?】

Xi Yue looked up at Yu Qing, his nose and lips glistening slightly. Yu Qing tapped him with a knee, signaling him to continue.

What could he be doing?

【He sat at the head of the bed the WHOLE time, watching you sleep! It’s insane!】 556 cried. 【A normal person doesn’t stay up all night just to watch someone sleep! And… and he unbuttoned your shirt!】

And then?

【And then… he just kept watching. Host, don’t you think Xi Yue is a pervert?】 556 realized that everything was wrong. In the original plot, Xi Yue was supposed to be cold, proud, and stubborn.

But Xi Yue next to Yu Qing? He spent every day holding Yu Qing’s feet, washing his underwear, and being incredibly proactive during kisses. No normal person likes doing those things!

Even the “Male Lead” Shang Ling was wrong. He was supposed to be a tyrannical CEO, but he had started by grabbing Yu Qing’s feet too.

Don’t overthink it, Yu Qing told 556. I bully him every day; how could he like me? He’s not a masochist.

…

Yu Qing, still drowsy, patted Xi Yue’s face as a “reward.” Because he had been bullied, a humiliated flush appeared on Xi Yue’s face, matching his dark, brooding eyes. His gaze was cold, but his body temperature was scorching.

“Didn’t I say no biting?”

Yu Qing kicked Xi Yue, resuming his humiliation. “Are you a puppy?”

Xi Yue’s expression seemed to go blank, looking quite pathetic. Yu Qing’s mischievous side flared up; he leaned back and used his delicate toes to tilt Xi Yue’s chin up.

“Make a sound.”

“Like a puppy.”

His voice was melodious and clingy. His eyes were full of a prankster’s malice. Seeing no response, he provocatively rubbed Xi Yue’s Adam’s apple with his foot and tapped it twice.

“Make the sound.”

Then, a low, hoarse voice rang out in the room.

“Woof, woof.”