The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Since that day he fainted, Yu Qing had been abnormally resistant to seeing Xi Yue.

When he woke up, his eyes were swollen from crying; his originally clear double eyelids had turned into single eyelids, his entire face was flushed red, and his lips were excessively swollen.

When Xi Yue carried him to the bathroom, Yu Qing caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and couldn’t believe it was him: “So ugly!”

Xi Yue frowned, dissatisfied with Yu Qing speaking about himself that way. He cupped Yu Qing’s face, wiped away the foam with his fingers, and coaxed: “Not ugly, baby is the prettiest.”

Yu Qing hated being coaxed like that—it felt like being treated as a child, with an indescribable, eerie vibe. Especially that nickname; he was an adult, yet being called “baby” felt incredibly strange. If it were an elder, maybe he could let it slide, but what right did this pervert Xi Yue have!

Previously, he had mocked Xi Yue without restraint; now it was his turn to be mocked, though Xi Yue didn’t actually mean to ridicule him over this. However, Yu Qing was prideful; he felt humiliated and simply couldn’t get over it.

Xi Yue, on the other hand, had no such concerns. The first time had indeed been a major blow to him, but fortunately, his learning ability was very strong, and he mastered the “knack” in a very short time. To be honest, he hadn’t been very confident during the last session, but Yu Qing’s reaction gave him plenty of confidence, making him more courageous with every “battle.”

For the past few days, Yu Qing would wake up startled from dreams—dreams filled with Xi Yue’s “inhumane” torment.

He dazed for a moment, looking blankly at his surroundings. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the man holding him. Xi Yue had one arm draped over him; his chest was covered in a mess of nail scratches and bite marks.

The more Yu Qing looked, the angrier he got. He gave a fierce kick—thump—and before Xi Yue could settle the score, he immediately ducked back into the covers to continue faking sleep.

A well-defined hand gripped the edge of the bed as Xi Yue slowly rose. The stinging sunlight made him squint; he blocked the light with his hand and checked his phone.

2:30 PM.

Lately, he had been fooling around with Yu Qing all day. Waking up in the afternoon was the norm; they’d have a simple dinner, he’d go out for business, and return in the early hours to pull Yu Qing into bed—unless Yu Qing was already asleep.

But Yu Qing hadn’t adjusted his jet lag yet, and after sleeping with him for a few nights, his schedule was completely wrecked. Sometimes, to avoid sex, Yu Qing would pull the covers over his head and pretend to sleep the moment he heard movement outside. Of course, Yu Qing’s acting was terrible, and he was quickly seen through.

Then, things would get even rougher.

Yu Qing had completely given up struggling. Every time he fought back or hurled what he thought were “vicious” insults, it only had the opposite effect. Xi Yue would become more excited and aggressive, and in the end, Yu Qing was only making himself suffer.

Later, Yu Qing gave up entirely. The moment Xi Yue sat on the bed—before his fingers even touched him—Yu Qing would sprawl out on the bed like a “Da” character (starfish-style), eyes closed, completely “lying flat” in resignation.

Wanna do it? Then hurry up, don’t waste his sleeping time! He even had dark circles now. You have to understand, Yu Qing never had dark circles before. Getting dark circles from this kind of thing was just ridiculous.

He lay there for a long time, but Xi Yue didn’t move. Thinking his intent wasn’t clear enough, Yu Qing slowly climbed up, swiftly stripped off his clothes and pants with extreme efficiency, and lay back down.

Xi Yue was amused. He touched Yu Qing’s wrist, leaned down, and kissed the corner of his lip: “So obedient today?”

“Are we doing this or not?” Yu Qing didn’t want to play along with the foreplay and said directly, “Hurry up, I want to sleep.”

“Didn’t you sleep well before?”

“Nonsense!”

This sentence somehow triggered Yu Qing’s anger. He flipped over and sat up, his small face looking fierce: “Who could stand your messy tricks! You… you are simply debauched, unreasonable, a pervert!”

“Satyromaniac!”

After cursing, Yu Qing felt a sense of relief, but he also realized he had committed a major taboo. Damn it, Xi Yue is enjoying this again.

Sure enough, Xi Yue’s expression became familiar—eyes deep and dark, throat twitching, and a certain “obvious” change that made Yu Qing’s face scrunch up. He pursed his lips and repeated his initial behavior: lying starfish-style on the bed, eyes shut, letting the other do whatever he wanted.

To speed things up, he even proactively bounced his legs up and nudged Xi Yue with his foot: “Hurry up.”

Even with such cooperation, Xi Yue didn’t do much. He simply mimicked him and lay down, but he lay on top of Yu Qing, nesting into his embrace.

Yu Qing was speechless. Beyond speechlessness, he couldn’t breathe: “You’re so heavy… get off!”

“Can you lose some weight? You’re crushing me!”

Xi Yue held him and easily flipped them over. As Yu Qing was gasping for air, his breathing—barely halfway recovered—became ragged again. His stamina was poor and his body weak; now, lying on top of Xi Yue, his shallow breaths made his body tremble like rain-soaked butterfly wings.

In his ear was Xi Yue’s messy yet rhythmic breathing. Yu Qing’s eyes gradually grew moist, his small frame swaying like a leaf in the wind. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, now that it was actually happening, he was still angry!

Why couldn’t he just start earlier? Why did he have to dawdle! Xi Yue still put on an act, looking all upright and abstinent.

Pervert, satyromaniac, a beast in human clothing!

He indignantly bit Xi Yue’s chin and cursed with a sob: “You bastard!”

…

The Next Day

Xi Yue looked at the sun outside; it was still a bit intense. He didn’t like the sun; he found it hard to sleep with light. But Yu Qing liked it. Yu Qing liked sunbathing, sitting by the window reading books, watching movies, or having afternoon tea.

Later, Xi Yue developed a new hobby: he liked “doing him” under the sunlight.

Yu Qing’s way of faking sleep wasn’t sophisticated. He lay on his side, his fluffy hair a bit messy. When he lowered his head slightly, it revealed his soft nape and shoulders covered in hickeys.

Xi Yue sat by the bed watching him. He reached out to touch Yu Qing’s shoulder, but Yu Qing didn’t react. As if afraid of waking him, Xi Yue slowly crawled into the covers and began slowly kissing Yu Qing’s waist and abdomen.

At first, Yu Qing could endure it, but eventually, he couldn’t. He flipped the blanket open, and Xi Yue’s head emerged; they stared at each other. Seeing him look over, dark and damp emotions grew wildly; Xi Yue even worked harder, his thin cheeks slightly sinking, making Yu Qing’s face burn with rage.

Xi Yue wanted to kiss him, but remembering that Yu Qing disliked the taste, he stopped. He touched Yu Qing’s tightly shut “faking sleep” face: “The doctor will come later for your check-up.”

Yu Qing’s eyelids didn’t even flicker.

There was a knock at the door. Xi Yue told them to wait outside. He wanted to stay with Yu Qing every day, but he had many things to handle. The Yu family wasn’t a simple one; he had used despicable means to steal their most precious treasure, and they were bound to seek revenge. He had orchestrated a perfect plane hijacking to keep Yu Qing by his side temporarily. He had to extend that “temporary” to “permanent” to have no worries.

Before leaving, Xi Yue wanted to talk to Yu Qing, but Yu Qing had been sulking lately and would only make a sound when he couldn’t hold it back anymore—which was why Xi Yue was always so excessive.

“I’ll do it again tonight.”

The “sleeping” Yu Qing couldn’t help but open his eyes and bark: “Indecent!”

Xi Yue tried to kiss him but was slapped hard. After getting dressed, just a moment before closing the door, he turned back: “I keep my word.”

After Xi Yue left, Yu Qing finally poked his head out. The thin blanket slipped down, revealing a body covered in red marks under the sunlight—hickeys and finger marks intertwined, exuding an air of intimacy. He stared at the door, lost in thought.

The doctor arrived shortly. Yu Qing needed to fast. After the check-up, he went to eat, getting angrier with every bite. He ran back to the doctor, who turned out to be a familiar face.

The doctor looked embarrassed and turned away. Yu Qing thought that since they were acquaintances, things would be easier.

“Uncle, help me fake it.” Yu Qing sat across from the doctor, looking up with a hint of a pestering tone, “Tell him my health has declined and I can’t… sleep with him anymore. Also, I—I need to go shopping, go out and play!”

“…His control over me has seriously affected my mental state. If this continues, I won’t be able to eat or sleep.”

The doctor had worked for the Yu family for years; if he hadn’t been short on money recently, he never would have resigned. In his eyes, Yu Qing was like half a son. Feeling guilty, he had secretly left a domestic newspaper on the table earlier. Xi Yue had warned him once but didn’t issue a real punishment, just told him not to do it again.

Facing the young man more than a decade his junior, the doctor broke into a cold sweat. Yu Qing was still rambling, complaining about how overboard Xi Yue was. The doctor silently looked down at the data showing Yu Qing had gained three pounds and remained silent.

His face was a bit rounder than before, his cheeks more plump and fleshy. But his overall face was small and exquisite; this bit of fleshiness only softened his coldness, adding a youthful vitality appropriate for his age.

“Little… Madam.” The middle-aged man awkwardly glanced at the upper left corner and whispered, “There are cameras here. Mr. Xi is watching.”

Yu Qing’s small face instantly froze. He glared furiously at the camera, said goodbye to the middle-aged man, and left without looking back.

He summoned System 556 again: “How much longer until I can leave?!”

【There are ten days left…】

“Ten days?!!” Yu Qing’s beautiful eyes widened, “In ten days, I’ll be broken!”

556 said awkwardly: 【Babe, don’t be like that… or there is another way.】

“What way?”

【One is [Active Withdrawal], and the other is [Natural Withdrawal]. The former requires the body to be in a state of extreme emotional fluctuation, while the latter is scheduled by us.】

Yu Qing pursed his lips: “My emotions fluctuate a lot when Xi Yue is doing me. Why didn’t it work then?”

【…Because you were feeling ‘good’ then.】

Forget it, he didn’t want to discuss this with 556. Ten days. He’d see. He hadn’t gone out to play yet; he’d see if he could get Xi Yue to let him out during these ten days.

As Yu Qing walked, he felt sleepy again. He jogged back to his room; workers at the door were packing their tools. He quickly switched languages: “Is it changed?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is the quality of this door good?” Yu Qing asked worriedly, “If the other person is very strong, a hoodlum, and hits it with force, he shouldn’t be able to break it, right?”

The man laughed: “Don’t worry, sir. You asked for a bulletproof door. That will absolutely not happen.”

Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, ran downstairs to find a large basket, filled it with his favorite foods and fruits, and took it back to the room, stuffing the mini-fridge full. Then, he went to sleep contentedly.

…

That Night

When Xi Yue returned home, he first asked the maid if Yu Qing was asleep.

“Probably not. Half an hour ago I knocked to ask if Madam wanted late-night snacks; he said no, he was reading a magazine,” the maid said. “Madam also ordered many items…”

Fearing Yu Qing would be bored, Xi Yue had provided many magazines featuring the current season’s new arrivals from major brands. If Yu Qing liked something, he just had to mark it, and it would be delivered.

“What did he order?”

“Furniture, bags, and some fragrances.” The maid hesitated for a long time before gritting her teeth and saying, “Madam said you are too smelly, and by sleeping in the same room as you, he has become smelly too.”

She thought her employer would be enraged, but to her surprise, the young employer just chuckled. Being insulted like that by his lover, he looked full of joy as he tugged his tie and headed up the stairs.

The maid was terrified. Her employer was handsome, but his aura was reserved and cold—dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders, and long legs. Today, in a black suit, his perfect proportions were striking, and the oncoming pressure was intense. She just remembered she had one more thing to report, but Xi Yue had already impatiently reached the bedroom door.

Today’s work was troublesome. The Yu family had finally noticed something and sent people to investigate. Fortunately, subordinates reported in time to narrowly avoid them. But that didn’t mean he could let his guard down. The Shang, Lu, and Yu families had joined forces, and even the Yan family had joined in. None of them believed Yu Qing died in the hijacking, nor did they believe the person in the ICU was Xi Yue.

Despite the bleak situation, the thought of seeing Yu Qing filled Xi Yue with unavoidable joy.

His hand gripped the doorknob, only to find it locked. He treated this small trick as flirting; Yu Qing had locked the door before. He had a key. But this time, something went wrong—the door wouldn’t open.

He was locked out.

Xi Yue knocked softly: “Baby, let me in, I miss you so much.”

“Go away!”

“I was wrong, I shouldn’t have come back so late. Let me into the room, okay?”

What act was Xi Yue playing now? Yu Qing replied heartlessly: “Scram!”

Xi Yue coaxed humbly for a long time, but received no response. Hearing footsteps nearby, he straightened up and said coldly: “Who changed his lock?”

The maid was a step too late; she explained at the stairs: “The lock wasn’t changed. Madam requested to change the whole door today and has been locked inside ever since.”

“He didn’t eat?”

“He did!” Facing the employer’s suddenly cold tone, the maid explained quickly: “Madam brought many snacks upstairs beforehand and put them in the mini-fridge. Sometimes if he wants hot food, he puts it on a plate at the door for us to heat up.”

“Snacks?”

“Yes… also self-heating hotpots, fruit, and such. Oh, around seven o’clock, Madam wanted wontons and had us make them specifically for him.”

Xi Yue rubbed his temples helplessly: “He wanted to change the door and you just agreed?”

“You said that except for leaving, we should satisfy any request he has…”

Xi Yue had indeed said that. He actually didn’t approve of Yu Qing eating too many snacks, but he knew Yu Qing hated being controlled. Yu Qing wasn’t allowed to eat these things before, and Xi Yue didn’t want to be like “those people.” Fortunately, he had asked the doctor if Yu Qing could eat snacks; the answer was yes, but not in excess. It was like smoking or drinking—a doctor would advise against it, but an occasional indulgence wouldn’t be too heavy a burden.

Xi Yue thought it was fine as long as Yu Qing wasn’t starving himself. Moreover, while he raised Yu Qing like a child, it didn’t mean Yu Qing actually was one without any self-care ability. Yu Qing knew his limits.

“Give me the key.”

“…There is no key,” the maid said. “Madam took all the keys and said if you dared to call someone to pick the lock, he would jump from the balcony.”

Still so fierce.

Xi Yue said he understood. Unable to open the door and unwilling to leave, he stood there for a while, pressing his ear to the door to listen for movement. A nearly 1.9-meter-tall man with a perfect model-like face, dressed in a meticulous suit, doing something so sneaky and contrary to his appearance was quite a sight.

Xi Yue listened for a while, heard nothing, and instead of getting angry at being rejected, he went to the room next door in a good mood.

Inside the room, Yu Qing lay on the bed, his face full of conflict. If he didn’t let Xi Yue in today, what about tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that? Hiding wasn’t a solution. Besides, he really wanted to go out. But if he told Xi Yue, Xi Yue would surely coax him, using “rewards” as a price to flip him over and over again. Once or twice was fine—he could turn a blind eye—but who knew where Xi Yue got so much energy! He wasn’t a clay doll; he couldn’t take it!

“Are you sure I can actively withdraw from the world?”

【As long as the body is in a state of extreme weakness or fear, you can withdraw,】 556 added. 【Feeling ‘good’ doesn’t count.】

Yu Qing’s ears turned red as he argued: “Who felt good!”

He got up and looked at the bedroom balcony: “What if I jump from here?”

【It should work.】

Xi Yue had just climbed from the adjacent balcony to the bedroom balcony. Entering the room, this was the scene he saw: Yu Qing was wandering on the balcony. He wasn’t wearing shoes, his steps were slow, and the gaze of hesitation and fear made Xi Yue’s heart drop. He quickened his pace.

His intuition was right. Yu Qing suddenly turned his head, and they shared a brief look. Under the silver moonlight, Yu Qing’s face was cold as frost. The night wind blew his hair, which almost merged with the darkness. His skin was pale, but his lips were excessively red.

Xi Yue ran, but Yu Qing was faster, throwing himself off the balcony.

At that moment, words became meaningless. Xi Yue’s soul and body felt separated; the whistling wind roared in his ears, and the massive emotional surge caused temporary tinnitus. But his speed didn’t slacken; he caught Yu Qing’s wrist with lightning speed.

Yu Qing’s hand was gripped tightly as he hung off the balcony. He was expressionless, in stark contrast to Xi Yue’s bloodless, pale face. Xi Yue didn’t dare move or use too much force; his emotions were pulled between extremes, and his heart felt like it would leap out of his chest.

Yu Qing looked pained. Xi Yue was afraid of dislocating his arm, yet he couldn’t help but grip tight. He roared: “Where is everyone! Where are they!” In his panic, he forgot he was abroad; it was only on the second try that he remembered to speak English.

The maids downstairs screamed at the sight. They were on the fifth floor! Security measures were immediately activated to inflate an air cushion.

Xi Yue’s throat moved. He tried his best to calm down, coaxing softly: “Let’s talk this over, okay?”

“We can talk about anything. Anything at all.”

He was truly incoherent. His mind was filled with the thought of losing Yu Qing. The idea of Yu Qing leaving him triggered an uncontrollable panic; his feet felt heavy yet hollow, as if being dragged into hell.

“We can talk, really, we can talk.”

But Yu Qing said: “Xi Yue, goodbye.”

He used his other hand to pry Xi Yue’s fingers away one by one. His body fell into weightlessness, and his heart went into a state of intense contraction—the “extreme fear” 556 mentioned.

【World withdrawal in progress…】

【…】

【Withdrawal failed.】

【Host returning to the target world, troubleshooting in progress…】

…

At this moment, Yu Qing was in a pitch-black environment. Hearing the system broadcast, he jumped in anger: “?? You’re sending me back?!”

556 had learned its lesson. Without waiting for Yu Qing to curse, it started cursing first: 【What a trash system! Bah! This server is broken as hell, malfunctioning all the time. It should just shut down already!】

【Babe, don’t be mad. Though you are beautiful even when angry.】

“What kind of broken system is this? I won’t even mention the previous stuff, but it can even glitch now?” Yu Qing’s voice trailed off; 556 was being so nice he couldn’t even vent. He asked again: “Troubleshooting? How many days?”

【Maybe… maybe a month? I don’t know…】

“What kind of efficiency is this?!” Yu Qing’s voice rose again. “A month? A month is enough for Xi Yue to do me how many times?!”

Right after cursing, Yu Qing’s consciousness began to haze. In his blurred state, someone was stroking his face—an action so careful and treasuring, as if handling a fragile gem. This person then took his hand in theirs; they seemed terrified, their knuckles trembling and breathing heavy.

When Yu Qing opened his eyes, he met Xi Yue’s pale face. The gaze was distorted, obsessive, like a deep abyss.

“Have you ever thought of me?”

What?

Yu Qing looked at Xi Yue. Xi Yue’s expression and eyes were cold, devoid of emotion, yet that very expressionlessness carried a chilling temperature.

“During this time, I missed you very much. And you?”

“When you were with him, did you think of me?”

“Did you think of me even a little bit? My young master.”

Xi Yue kept saying Yu Qing was his, but he knew better than anyone that Yu Qing never belonged to him. It was all his delusion. Yu Qing had someone he liked—Shang Ling. They had known each other for a long, long time. Yu Qing had loved Shang Ling for years and they were about to be together before Xi Yue intervened.

He was insane with jealousy. Although his face remained calm, a tsunami of madness surged beneath. He hated Shang Ling to death; he wondered why Shang Ling didn’t just die. He really thought that if Shang Ling disappeared from this world, would Yu Qing look at him more?

At that thought, his base and filthy darkness grew like mold in a damp corner, making him slightly delirious.

Should I kill Shang Ling?

Making a person disappear quietly was easy, but this man had status; it would take some effort.

His expression began to crack, his pale face looking like a shattered marble statue. Yu Qing looked at him as if looking at a distorted monster. Yu Qing’s fearful expression cut through his heart; he suddenly doubted the meaning of his existence. His existence caused Yu Qing such pain, yet he didn’t want to see him suffer.

Better to just die.

Xi Yue’s sudden movement of standing startled Yu Qing. Xi Yue took a gun from the safe. The heavy sensation landed in Yu Qing’s hand; he flinched and immediately threw the gun onto the floor, faking a calm sneer: “Is it fun to trick me with a fake?”

“You said you don’t like being lied to. I won’t lie to you.”

Xi Yue picked the gun back up and shot a vase nearby without changing his expression. The vase shattered instantly. The loud crash made Yu Qing’s legs go soft, and he collapsed onto the floor. Xi Yue held him; his own ankles and back were sprayed with shards, but Yu Qing was unharmed, just trembling violently.

The sound of the suppressed gun was still terrifying; the smell of gunpowder was chilling. Xi Yue forcefully pried Yu Qing’s fingers open, stuffed the gun back into his palm, then gripped his wrist and pointed it at his own heart.

The corner of Xi Yue’s mouth tilted up, his words carrying an eerie calmness: “Young Master, kill me. If I die, you’ll be free. You won’t be afraid anymore.”

“Baby, you’re about to be free.”