The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

When Yu Qing woke up, he was no longer on the plane. The oppressive gloom of his surroundings made his brow furrow. He turned on his side and reached out, groping for the lamp switch on the bedside table.

Mid-motion, a sharp sting shot through his calf. He took a small, sharp breath, confused as to where the pain had come from.

Yu Qing had been planning to vacation before heading to the next world, and 556 had taken a short break as well. Since Yu Qing had slept soundly throughout the journey, no danger alarms had been triggered.

Consequently, 556 was entirely in the dark.

Systems always drop the ball at the most critical moments; Yu Qing was too lazy to argue. He struggled to reach for the switch again, but the pain in his leg intensified. His small face turned pale: “Why does it hurt so much!”

556: 【Whoosh, whoosh, blowing air on the baby’s boo-boo! Activating the pain-blocking buff immediately!】

【It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it, precious!】

Although this wasn’t Yu Qing’s original intention, he had indeed completed the task excellently. Giving him a small reward was nothing to the system.

Yu Qing didn’t end up turning on the lamp. He cautiously bent his leg, only to discover that his trousers had been stripped off; he was currently wearing nothing but a loose shirt.

Reaching down to touch his calf, he felt a neat circle of bandages wrapped around it.

Because the system buff was active, Yu Qing felt no pain, but he was bewildered as to how this injury had occurred.

Just as he was about to unravel the bandage to investigate, a cold hand clamped onto his wrist in the darkness.

“Don’t move around recklessly.”

With his vision obstructed, his other senses were magnified infinitely. In the quiet environment, that low, slow voice was like a sharp needle piercing his eardrum, pulling every nerve taut.

“Xi Yue?” The voice should belong to Xi Yue, but Yu Qing felt a sudden flash of uncertainty.

The person gave a soft “mm.” Yu Qing caught a scent of pleasure from it, as if being called by name was something profoundly joyous.

He was carefully picked up and placed onto a lap.

A slightly cool face buried itself into his collarbone.

Xi Yue said, “While you were sleeping, the plane encountered turbulence. I failed to hold onto you at the time, and you rolled out of my arms, bumping your leg. I had someone treat it simply; it definitely won’t leave a scar.”

“Little Master, it was my fault for not protecting you properly.”

No wonder his leg was wrapped in gauze.

This wasn’t really Xi Yue’s fault, so Yu Qing gave a casual response and added: “I’m hungry.”

The chef was on standby. From the moment Yu Qing woke up, the kitchen had burst into a flurry of activity.

Xi Yue coaxed Yu Qing, helping him dress and wash with patience and meticulousness that bordered on the extreme.

Because of the leg injury, Xi Yue wouldn’t even let him walk, insisting on carrying him downstairs.

Yu Qing frowned. Actually, it didn’t hurt… but since he was already being carried, whatever.

If someone was rushing to be his servant, why should he refuse?

Yu Qing was carried out of the room and through the corridor. There was an elevator nearby, but Xi Yue acted as if he hadn’t seen it, heading straight down the stairs.

The lights illuminated the view from above. This was undoubtedly a luxurious villa, but many of the decorative details and furniture styles felt strangely familiar to Yu Qing.

—It was as if he had returned to his own home.

More accurately, his home in this world.

Old Master Yu had bought this estate for him on his eighteenth birthday. Though it wasn’t in the city center and transportation was inconvenient, the temperature was pleasant—cool in summer and warm in winter—making it perfect for an invalid or for retirement.

Looking at the familiar decor, Yu Qing almost believed he was back at his own place.

Even once they were seated, Yu Qing remained in Xi Yue’s arms. The surrounding servants kept their heads low, staring at the floor, trying their best to minimize their presence.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. Yu Qing felt uncomfortable and shifted, only to have his thigh pressed down.

“You’re injured. Don’t move, it will hurt.”

“…”

Yu Qing finally understood where this sense of eeriness was coming from.

Before, Xi Yue had followed his lead because Yu Qing had a bad temper, intentionally ordering people around and playing cruel pranks on Xi Yue just to be a nuisance.

Now, without him saying a word, Xi Yue was taking the initiative to care for him—but that care carried a faint, patronizing tone of discipline.

“Aren’t you going to study abroad?” Yu Qing flicked his eyes upward. “When are you leaving?”

Xi Yue poured a glass of warm water and brought it to Yu Qing’s lips. Yu Qing turned his head away, refusing to drink, but Xi Yue didn’t get angry; he simply finished the water himself. He said naturally: “I’m not going.”

Not going?

How could he not go?

Even if Yu Qing didn’t care about the plot, he remembered that Xi Yue was supposed to become a world-renowned artist after studying abroad.

In the original text, there was a segment where Xi Yue was subjected to “forced love” by Shang Ling and compelled to give up his studies. However, with his strong character and after going through all sorts of angsty romance, Xi Yue eventually succeeded in studying abroad and fulfilling his dream.

Yu Qing’s brow twitched, and his lips pursed in confusion. In Xi Yue’s eyes, this expression looked like impatience.

“Little Master, please sit for a moment.” Xi Yue had informed the chef of Yu Qing’s dietary restrictions beforehand, but he still felt uneasy. He placed Yu Qing on a chair and reached out to stroke Yu Qing’s cheek. “I’ll go check the kitchen.”

Strange.

Yu Qing felt everything was strange. He stared at the servants around him; they lurked in the corners like ghosts, terrified of drawing his attention.

With Xi Yue in the kitchen, Yu Qing sat bored and began flipping through a nearby newspaper.

He glanced through it, and his eyes were drawn to a Chinese-language newspaper.

This was Hawaii; there shouldn’t be a Chinese newspaper here. Driven by confusion, he unfolded it.

The massive, bolded font and the content blurred into distorted characters before his eyes. The hand Yu Qing used to hold the paper suddenly tightened. His body jerked, pulling the chair forward with a piercing screech against the floor.

He scanned the paper rapidly. The news dominated almost every section—social, entertainment, and financial. Every piece of information told him one thing: he was “dead.”

The sound of rhythmic footsteps approached.

In the excessively silent environment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was like the wailing of a ghost at night, chillingly abnormal.

Only then did Yu Qing remember that Xi Yue never used to wear leather shoes, let alone formal suits. He used to wear casual shirts and black trousers every day, looking gentle and harmless.

Yu Qing’s cool hand was picked up and held. Xi Yue frowned, using both of his hands to cover Yu Qing’s, half-kneeling by the chair and using his face to warm Yu Qing’s hand: “Why is your hand so cold?”

Yu Qing snapped his hand back, his small face staring at Xi Yue with guarded suspicion. His eyes were full of a panicked terror that he was trying—and failing—to hide behind a mask of calm.

Xi Yue’s hand was suddenly empty, but his expression didn’t change. He turned his head toward the dining table and saw the Chinese newspaper.

There was no point in pretending anymore. He rose slowly, picked Yu Qing up effortlessly—one hand supporting his hip, the other his shoulder.

“Little Master, you look unwell. Let’s have dinner in the bedroom.”

How could Yu Qing not hear it? This was house arrest in disguise.

He never imagined a trip would turn into imprisonment. He reached out and grabbed the fabric of Xi Yue’s shoulder. “Let me go back. I won’t hold this against you.”

“You’re shaking.” Xi Yue callously pointed out Yu Qing’s fear. “Are you afraid of me?”

Xi Yue’s face was expressionless, yet his eyes were full of a gentle tenderness. To Yu Qing, such an expression was no different from something out of a horror movie.

His eyes stung with a hint of fear, yet he maintained his fierce facade, raising his voice: “Did you hear me? I want to go home!”

Xi Yue ignored him; his expression didn’t even flicker. Seeing that they were about to reach the bedroom, Yu Qing grabbed Xi Yue’s hair on the stairs and slapped him.

“What do you mean by this?!”

Why kidnap him here? Was it for revenge?

Yu Qing admitted his temper was bad and that he had been intentionally bullying Xi Yue, but… but he couldn’t do this.

Xi Yue opened the door and locked it behind them. After placing Yu Qing on the bed, his expression remained natural. He kissed the back of Yu Qing’s hand: “It means we will be together forever.”

“…”

“Are you crazy?!”

Yu Qing didn’t understand what madness had gripped Xi Yue. He struggled wildly in Xi Yue’s arms, kicking and punching. Fearing that Yu Qing’s wound might reopen, Xi Yue only pinned down that one leg; for the rest, he let Yu Qing do as he pleased.

By the time Yu Qing’s physical strength was exhausted and he lay panting on top of Xi Yue, Xi Yue took the opportunity to push up a corner of his shirt.

From the chest down, everything felt chilly. Yu Qing’s eyelids jumped; he instinctively tried to cover himself, but he only had two hands, which didn’t seem like enough. In the end, he gave up covering himself and instead straightened his back with dignity, demanding: “Why are you taking off my clothes?”

“Are you a pervert?!”

Just moments ago, Yu Qing had only been a cold-faced bully, but Xi Yue’s next actions were simply terrifying.

The room lights weren’t on, and his night vision wasn’t strong, so he couldn’t see what Xi Yue was doing. However, the sounds coming from Xi Yue’s teeth and the hair he could grab with one hand sent him into a total panic.

“You, you…” Yu Qing was stunned. Although it wasn’t the first time Xi Yue had acted this way, things were different now. Xi Yue had status and power; he didn’t need to grovel and please him so humiliatingly.

He thought for a long time but couldn’t find a reason. He could only tremble with tension.

“Little Master, relax.” Xi Yue seemed completely oblivious to his fear, and his muffled words even carried a hint of ease.

He patted Yu Qing’s belly. Yu Qing, startled, pressed his knees even tighter together, drawing a soft chuckle.

Yu Qing hurriedly pulled 556 out: “What is going on!”

556 was dazed again.

It said awkwardly: 【Precious, actually, I’m not supposed to watch this. This falls under the protagonist’s privacy. But since you insisted on pulling me out…】

Normally, 556 would be automatically censored, but since the [Xi Yue] task had been judged a success, the censorship was optional.

“Is your system even responsible?! It’s bad enough the persona is wrong, but now the plot is a mess too. And, why is your protagonist like this!”

Yu Qing’s face was flushed deep red. “Does he have no shame!”

If 556 had a physical body, it would surely be dying of embarrassment.

The system had experienced bugs before, but those were always minor issues. Having guided so many hosts, this was the first time it had encountered… a situation like this.

556 covered its eyes and plugged its ears: 【I can’t do this, precious. This is too stimulating. I’m too young to hear this. You go ahead and get busy; I’ll come back when you’re done!】

Yu Qing was both furious and ashamed. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried to wipe them away, but they wouldn’t stop.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Xi Yue pinched Yu Qing’s wrist, forcing him to reveal his entire face, like a small animal bearing its soft belly.

He leaned down to kiss Yu Qing’s lips, but Yu Qing, disgusted by the taste, turned his head and pressed his lips thin.

Xi Yue didn’t get annoyed. Instead, he smiled and rubbed his lips against Yu Qing’s wrist bone, his movements intimate and gentle: “How can you even be disgusted by yourself?”

Yu Qing felt that this version of Xi Yue was terrifying. He realized he didn’t understand Xi Yue at all.

A person needs a motive to commit a crime. Xi Yue’s behavior was simply vulgar, yet listening to his aggrieved tone and submissive gestures, it felt as though Yu Qing was the one taking advantage.

“What exactly do you want?” Yu Qing’s face was wet—partly from tears, partly from sweat. When Xi Yue tried to kiss him, Yu Qing slapped him again without mercy. “Are you taking revenge? Do you feel unhappy because I bullied you before, so now you’re getting back at me? If you want revenge, fine, do whatever, but why… why do it this way!”

Who takes revenge on someone like this!

Yu Qing felt uncomfortable all over. Xi Yue seemed to be intentionally making him “messy,” purposefully smearing things in a terrible way with no intention of taking him for a bath, and Yu Qing wasn’t in the mood for one anyway.

But he was a clean freak; he couldn’t ignore the discomfort.

The fear that had just sparked vanished instantly. Yu Qing kicked Xi Yue hard. Xi Yue let out a pained groan and then clung back to him like a puppy.

“As long as you treat me like you did before, nothing will happen,” Xi Yue whispered in his ear. Yu Qing found it ridiculous.

“Before?” Yu Qing’s expression darkened, his tone becoming even more malicious. “Treating you like a dog, like I did before?”

“Xi Yue, do you still want to be my little dog?”

Yu Qing used a completely cynical tone to sting him, his words like a blade stabbing relentlessly into Xi Yue’s heart.

He didn’t believe for a second that anyone was born to serve, to be humiliated, and to be treated poorly.

To his surprise, Xi Yue suddenly became excited. He drew closer, his tall, adult male frame casting a dark shadow that almost completely enveloped Yu Qing.

The curtains were blown open slightly by the wind, letting in a sliver of moonlight that only illuminated his sharp jawline and sexy, thin lips.

Despite being treated so poorly, Xi Yue seemed incredibly happy. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and he buried half his face into Yu Qing’s collarbone. Even when pushed away, he wasn’t angry; instead, he nuzzled back with a sense of urgency.

Xi Yue’s nuzzling made Yu Qing’s neck itch. He grabbed the hair on the back of Xi Yue’s head and pulled. Xi Yue was forced to lift his face, his pale skin flushed with an unnatural feverish glow.

His voice reached Yu Qing’s ears, heavy with ragged breathing. “I have always been your little dog, baby.”

Yu Qing kept a cold face, his lips tight with anger. He was exceptionally exquisite, with a prominent cupid’s bow and full, red lips—all of which added a touch of unintended seduction.

Xi Yue stubbornly tried to kiss him again, only to receive another sharp slap. Strangely, this seemed to excite Xi Yue even more as he kissed Yu Qing’s palm.

Yu Qing reached the end of his patience: “Are you sick?”

“Baby, do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I want to tear your clothes apart.”

Yu Qing’s brow twitched. His clothes seemed to be gone already.

“To have you cry in my arms, begging me.”

“Every single day.”

“…”

“…” Yu Qing could no longer contain himself. “You’re insane!”

He looked horrified, his face a mask of offended shock.

In all his life, no one had ever spoken such lewd words to him. Hearing them for the first time was no less shocking than his initial arrival in this world.

Yu Qing couldn’t understand how Xi Yue could say such vulgar things with such a cold, indifferent face. After a long silence, his face turned beet red: “Stop thinking about dirty things. Being perverted makes your brain stupid.”

Right now, Xi Yue seemed beyond help.

Xi Yue held him and gave a soft “mm,” but gradually, his voice took on a different tone.

Yu Qing didn’t realize at first, but then he felt a wetness on his ear, followed by constant muffled groans. No matter how innocent he was, he understood what Xi Yue was doing.

But he didn’t want to scold Xi Yue anymore. Every time he scolded him harshly, Xi Yue looked satisfied.

He couldn’t tell if he was punishing him or rewarding him.

To deny Xi Yue any pleasure, the petty Yu Qing shut his mouth and remained silent. He lay in Xi Yue’s arms like a doll.

No matter what Xi Yue did, he gave no reaction and wouldn’t make a sound.

The “playing dead” Yu Qing finally couldn’t hold it in. He felt a small protrusion of Xi Yue’s finger joint. His eyelids fluttered, and he snapped his eyes open: “You’re despicable!”

How could Yu Qing’s small frame push Xi Yue away? Soon, he let out a faint sob, sounding exceptionally pitiful in the quiet night.

“Baby, I like you so much. You’re so fragrant, so soft.” Xi Yue was barely conscious of his own words, whispering into Yu Qing’s ear with a breathy voice, “So hot.”

Yu Qing murmured something in his daze, but perhaps even he didn’t know what he wanted to say. Beneath his lifted lashes were shimmering pools of water, sparkling and filled with humid heat.

Xi Yue rubbed his finger over Yu Qing’s lips, then his chin, leaving a trail of transparent moisture.

“Little Master, I will take very good care of you.”

Xi Yue nuzzled Yu Qing’s collarbone. When he turned his head, he saw his own knee.

His mind was momentarily dazed, and then he grabbed Xi Yue’s clothes in alarm, crying out through his curses: “You bastard!”

Five seconds later.

Xi Yue’s face turned ashen, while Yu Qing had regained his senses.

He took the opportunity to jump off the bed. Though he was still a bit unsteady, it was bearable.

Clothes were neatly arranged in the wardrobe. Yu Qing found a pair of trousers and pulled them on. The moment he finished dressing, his cold little face was full of disdain as he sneered: “Nothing special.”

Over the next few days, Yu Qing rarely saw Xi Yue.

Xi Yue told him to rest his leg injury, but Yu Qing ignored him completely. Instead, he threw pillows at Xi Yue, buried his head under the covers, and pretended to sleep or act dumb.

556 was playing movies in his head. While Yu Qing was still debating whether to escape or endure for a while, the blanket was suddenly yanked away.

Yu Qing had just showered. His body was a mix of damp fragrance and steam. He lifted his eyelashes slightly, their long curls casting dense shadows under his eyes. His delicate face looked exactly like a doll’s.

He wasn’t in a good mood. His gaze drifted downward, and he let out a cold laugh: “Again?”

“I’ll give you one minute. Is that enough?”

His expression was arrogant, carrying a trace of pitying charity. He added, “Don’t get in the way of my sleep.”

Xi Yue didn’t say a word. He unbuttoned his shirt with slow deliberation. One of his legs pushed between Yu Qing’s tightly closed knees, prying them open without effort.

He pinched Yu Qing’s chin and, under Yu Qing’s startled gaze, picked him up and placed him on his lap. Then, he lowered his head.

Yu Qing was afraid of falling and hurriedly grabbed Xi Yue’s head. After the initial shock passed, he realized something was wrong.

He looked down at the crown of Xi Yue’s head and pursed his lips. He finally realized he had been played.

Whatever.

He’d just treat it as being bitten by a dog.

Gradually, Xi Yue’s appetite grew. He lifted his head, using his fingers to part Yu Qing’s full lips, intentionally leaning in to sniff the fragrance emanating from within.

Yu Qing found this behavior strange and even offensive. He turned his head to hide, but that only caused his mouth to open wider.

The saliva inside seeped out naturally, drenching Xi Yue’s hand. Xi Yue lowered his eyes to stare for a moment, then licked the seam of his lips that were stained with saliva—licking slowly and forcefully, as if afraid Yu Qing wouldn’t hear it.

Yu Qing sneered: “Not much skill, but plenty of noise.”

He added, “The minute is almost up. Hurry up.”

Despite the malicious provocation and humiliation, Xi Yue didn’t get angry. He continued his rhythm, licking and kissing the seam of Yu Qing’s lips.

His kiss was like a prank, like a game. Every time he drew saliva out, he wouldn’t swallow it; he simply smeared it around Yu Qing’s mouth, leaving the area damp and glistening.

Under Yu Qing’s increasingly impatient gaze, he intentionally slowed down his movements and fed his tongue in, mimicking the previous lick-kisses, swirling it around the inside of the mouth, licking the inner walls and the palate.

Yu Qing was thoroughly soaked.

He reached the end of his rope. If they were going to do it, just do it; if they were going to kiss, just kiss. Just finish quickly! What was the point of all this dragging out?

He wanted to sleep!

With a flare of anger, he tried to push Xi Yue’s tongue away, only to be caught and entangled. They were like two snakes coiled tightly together, sharing breath and warmth, their blood boiling.

“Ha…”

“…Let go of me.”

Yu Qing closed his eyes and whimpered. He turned his face away, his expression pained. His mouth was sore, his tongue was numb, and his eyes felt hot.

However, aside from kissing, they didn’t do anything else. He assumed Xi Yue’s pride had been so wounded last time that he wouldn’t try again easily.

Leaning on the man’s shoulder, Yu Qing took small breaths. Suddenly, he pushed himself up, lifting his small face. His slender fingers trembled as he raised them, mockingly closing them into a fist and waving it in front of Xi Yue’s face in a show of force.

Yu Qing was about to say, “If you act up again, I’ll hit you,” but before he could speak, he saw Xi Yue make a “scissors” gesture with two fingers. Before he could even feel confused, his gaze froze. His small body jolted as if struck, his face full of terror.

While Yu Qing was tense with fear, Xi Yue slowly inserted the “scissors” into the gap in Yu Qing’s fist.

He kissed Yu Qing’s lips, his tongue tracing the seam, staring at the “scissors” that had been “eaten” as he said with satisfaction: “Baby, you’ve eaten me up.”

The lawless, arrogant Little Master finally knew fear. He realized how careless he had been. He hadn’t expected Xi Yue to improve so quickly, nor had he expected him to have such strong determination.

The unprecedented sensation left Yu Qing frantic, his damp eyes filled with horror. His fingernails scratched at Xi Yue like a kitten’s, trying to provide some sort of deterrent.

His hair was messy, most of his smooth forehead exposed. His snow-white skin was flushed with a healthy, vibrant pink. His lips were swollen, looking like overripe plums.

Xi Yue kissed him, licking slowly. His lips were made very wet and messy.

Suddenly, he lifted Yu Qing upward. His tongue thrust in forcefully. When Yu Qing fell back into the embrace, the force of gravity caused their lips to collide heavily.

The scent of blood filled the air, the heat unabated, just as frantic and passionate as their kiss.

Yu Qing’s eyes were wet with shame. His blood was like boiling water in a steamer, crashing recklessly. He was being kissed so hard that he tilted his neck back as if he couldn’t take it, broken sobs constantly leaking from his lips, mixed with the wet sounds of their kiss.

He kept crying, yet he still hadn’t learned how to beg for mercy; his spirit remained stubborn.

When Xi Yue tried to let him go, he leaned on the man’s shoulder, tears falling as he hissed hoarsely: “Is this all the skill you have!”

“…”

Yu Qing sniffed. Though his whole body was shaking and his arms hung limply at his sides, looking utterly ravaged, he still cried and cursed: “Are you useless? If you’re useless, get someone else!”

Xi Yue didn’t get angry; instead, he let out an ambiguous, soft chuckle.

His Little Master—bad-tempered, proud, and incredibly delicate. Even at a time like this, he was still stubborn.

Xi Yue put him back down. His small face looked dazed, his cheeks flushed red. Though he was terrified, the involuntary panic he showed easily aroused the desire to bully him.

Xi Yue gripped the back of Yu Qing’s knees and patted them as if coaxing a child. However, his actions were aggressive, even while his words remained calm.

“I suppose I am quite useless.”

“Little Master, what do you think?”

Yu Qing’s mind was completely blank. He was dazed by anger and whimpered as he cried.

He tried to keep cursing, but all that came out were fragmented, trembling sounds.

He stammered: “Stinky dog… bad thing!”

“Take your filthy thing away! Get lost!”

Even though he was being belittled by the bad-tempered Little Master, Xi Yue remained as calm as ever. Aside from a slight redness in his face, his performance was unaffected.

He feigned worry, “Ah, what should I do? I’m so ‘useless.'”

“Little Master, what should I do?”

His voice was hoarse yet steady, exuding the confidence of someone completely in control.

He wasn’t shaken by the doubt in the slightest; instead, he seemed to be getting into the swing of things.

Yu Qing’s mouth was pressed tight, a delicate little dimple appearing on his chin where a mixture of tears and saliva pooled, making him look truly pathetic.

His face was flushed, his brows tightly knit. The once-obedient dog had turned on its master, refusing to listen and biting relentlessly.

Xi Yue leaned over to kiss his cheek, his movements slow and full of cherish. Seeing him try to dodge, Xi Yue felt a hint of displeasure and bit Yu Qing’s inner lip as a punishment.

“Mmm—”

His eyes went wide, and his legs flailed, kicking and struggling in a futile effort.

It was useless. Furious, he opened his mouth and bit down hard on Xi Yue’s shoulder.

Xi Yue stroked Yu Qing’s head, as if encouraging him to bite deeper and harder.

When Yu Qing finally released his teeth, Xi Yue kissed his earlobe and whispered hoarsely: “Little Master, you bit so hard.”

His lips began to tremble again. His tear ducts seemed to have lost control, letting tears stream down endlessly. A drop of blood from Xi Yue’s shoulder fell onto the corner of his eye, making his vision blurry and stinging.

Due to the shock, Yu Qing’s muscles were in a state of high alert. As his calf muscles cramped, his eyes rolled back, and he actually fainted.