The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

“I forgot, my Young Master doesn’t like things to be dirty.”

The weight in his trembling hands suddenly vanished. Yu Qing looked up blankly, seeing his own panicked face reflected in those pitch-black eyes that held not a single spark of light.

Xi Yue took the gun away—the cold, metal muzzle now pointed directly at his own vitals. His expression was indifferent, as if he couldn’t care less about what might happen next.

“Then I’ll do it myself.”

“Don’t do this… you’re only making me scared, you’re not making me like you…”

Now it was Yu Qing’s turn to be incoherent. Finding courage from somewhere unknown, he grabbed Xi Yue’s wrist. A gaze—flat yet scorching—fell upon the back of his hand, so hot that he flinched slightly.

“What does it mean to like you? What does it mean to love you?” Xi Yue asked, changing his approach. His voice was a low, seductive lure. “What kind of love do you want?”

Yu Qing felt lost. Xi Yue continued in that coaxing, melodic tone, “Tell me, okay? Tell me, and I’ll do it. I’ll do everything.”

“Whatever I don’t have now, I’ll learn. I’ll make it happen. Young Master, tell me, what exactly is the love you want?”

That sense of confusion intensified. Yu Qing couldn’t answer. No one had ever asked him such a question—not even his family who loved him dearly. From the moment he was born, he had been surrounded by love; he didn’t lack it, and he certainly didn’t lack people wanting to give it to him.

But this was the first time he had heard someone ask with such stubborn, obsessive desperation. Xi Yue’s repeated questioning felt like a prayer, a desperate crawl toward a single chance to be loved.

He looked humble, and he looked pitiful.

Though his mind was a mess, instinct told Yu Qing not to let go. A wild, absurd signal rang in his head: If he lets go, Xi Yue will pull the trigger.

“You… you shouldn’t be like this. No one can stand this.”

Xi Yue kept staring at him, his gaze cold and motionless, like a statue of pale marble.

Yu Qing spoke in stammers: “I hate madmen, and I hate obsessive people even more. If you were a bit more normal, maybe… maybe…” He hesitated for a long time, and as a ripple finally stirred in Xi Yue’s eyes, he whispered, “Maybe I would like you.”

Yu Qing used to treat the idea of Xi Yue liking him as a joke. He assumed that even if Xi Yue did “like” him, it was only a desire to sleep with him or bully him—never genuine emotion. After all, he was so mean to Xi Yue: arrogant, rude, and impossibly spoiled. Who would fall for someone who mistreated them daily?

Until this moment. Yu Qing finally realized that Xi Yue might truly be in love with him. Just like the character description in the original plot, Xi Yue’s way of loving was single-minded and total; no matter how the other person abused or humiliated him, he accepted it all.

Only now, the target was himself.

Yu Qing felt terrified yet found the situation absurd. However, his desperate lie worked. Xi Yue finally moved, lowering his head slightly. “Maybe?”

The questioning tone held a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction. He wasn’t happy with Yu Qing’s ambiguity.

“I will like you,” Yu Qing hurriedly corrected himself. “As long as you’re more normal, I will like you.”

Having obtained the answer he craved, Xi Yue kissed his forehead. The heavy atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle, ink-wash serenity.

“I will be a normal person,” he said, his eyes then pinning Yu Qing down. His meaning was clear: I will do as you wish; now, it’s your turn to keep your promise.

Yu Qing was scared into tears, sobbing with a flushed face and a pink-tipped nose. But because he was so beautiful, even his crying was exquisite, evoking pity. Xi Yue wanted to coax him to sleep. Fearing another bout of madness, Yu Qing didn’t throw a tantrum for once; he lay in Xi Yue’s arms and obediently said, “Okay.”

Xi Yue held him with immense force, as if trying to merge their two hearts through their skin. After being tucked into bed, Yu Qing remained dazed. Xi Yue, thinking Yu Qing simply didn’t want to look at him, prepared to leave, but his gaze froze on the bandage on Yu Qing’s lower leg, which had come loose.

“It’s already healed!” Yu Qing tried to pull his leg back, but it was caught in Xi Yue’s palm.

The way Xi Yue unwound the bandage brought no refusal. His thumb brushed the skin around the wound. “It’s scabbed. Does it still hurt?”

“No.” That was the truth; between 556 blocking the pain and the rest he’d had, the wound was fine. But seeing Xi Yue staring, he changed his mind: “Yes, it hurts.”

“A kiss will make it better,” Xi Yue whispered, leaning down.

Whether it was 556’s help or Xi Yue’s medical team, the recovery speed was indeed fast. On his snow-white skin, there was only a tiny scab surrounded by soft, pink flesh—a hue that looked almost over-vivid. As the wound was already itchy, Xi Yue’s deliberate kisses around it made Yu Qing tremble uncontrollably.

Xi Yue kept watching him. Yu Qing’s expression was “wonderful”—pained yet stubborn, filled with the shame of a secret pleasure. He kept saying it hurt, but to Xi Yue’s ears, it sounded no different from a moan.

That night, Xi Yue let Yu Qing sleep alone—a proactive concession as a “normal person.” But his eyes made it clear: Only tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll be back.

The door was closed gently, the balcony was sealed, all sharp objects were removed, and the new room keys were confiscated.

【Still planning to run?】

“Can I even run?” Yu Qing snapped. “Either that, or you hurry up and get me out of here.”

556 said awkwardly: 【Actually, Xi Yue is quite good… yeah, pretty good. Handsome, and his ‘skills’ are…】

“Shut up!” Yu Qing interrupted with a cold face, then muttered to himself, “But you’re right, there’s nothing to fuss about. I enjoyed it too; I’ll just treat it as a free massage.”

“I’m going to find him.”

【For a ‘massage’?】

Yu Qing nearly tripped getting out of bed. ” I’m just going to ask him to take me out to play! Can you be normal for once!”

556 chuckled awkwardly and shut its mouth.

…

Xi Yue was sleeping next door, constantly monitoring the noise from Yu Qing’s room. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice his own door opening. By the time he reacted, a soft embrace pressed against his back. He froze like a statue before turning around.

His expression was one of total disbelief—Yu Qing had hugged him voluntarily.

They stared at each other. The fear had vanished from Yu Qing’s face; his emotions always came and went quickly. He spoke with his usual demanding tone: “Take me out to play tomorrow.”

“…”

“I want to go out!” Yu Qing grew annoyed again. “You told me we’d go surfing, but you’ve kept me locked up here. I want to go out! I want the beach! I want to go surfing!”

His stunning features became more vivid with anger, his pale cheeks flushing pink. As he spoke, one could catch glimpses of his red tongue. Receiving no response, Yu Qing pursed his lips and looked aggrieved, as if he were being terribly mistreated: “Don’t lock me up.”

Xi Yue took a half-step back and sat on the bed while Yu Qing remained standing. Xi Yue pressed his face against Yu Qing’s abdomen, wrapping his arms tightly around his hips.

Yu Qing didn’t understand what this meant. He pursed his lips, and thinking Xi Yue wanted to “do it,” he began to unbutton his clothes. Xi Yue didn’t react, but he didn’t refuse. Yu Qing slowly stood on the bed, leaning on Xi Yue’s shoulders, but suddenly lost his balance and fell toward Xi Yue’s face.

Finally, Xi Yue moved. He supported Yu Qing’s waist, his voice muffled by the soft fabric but carrying a hint of a smile. “Baby, why is your temper getting worse? You’re literally riding over my head now.”

Yu Qing sat in Xi Yue’s lap, his face pressed against the man’s shoulder. The bone there was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. His cheeks were snowy with a hint of pink, his eyelashes fluttering in a state of total exhaustion.

Suddenly, something slipped onto Yu Qing’s finger. He turned his head slightly. A ring was placed on his left ring finger, connected to a long silver chain. The other end was attached to a collar around Xi Yue’s neck.

Xi Yue’s satisfied whisper reached his ear: “The puppy is on a leash.”

Xi Yue sat perfectly upright. A black collar sat just below Adam’s apple on his pale neck, with a handwritten signature on the side: Yu Qing.

It was a signature Xi Yue had collected earlier. When Yu Qing was bored, he would doodle on paper; he was possessive and liked to mark his things—his books, his pillows, his favorite plushies. Xi Yue had always known Yu Qing had no interest in him because Yu Qing had never “marked” him.

But it didn’t matter. He helped Yu Qing mark him, symbolizing that he truly belonged to Yu Qing.

The hand at the other end of the chain shook violently. His arm dropped, but because the chain was short and inelastic, it snapped taut. A clear sense of suffocation was transmitted to Xi Yue. The pull of the collar made his blood boil. It felt as if his pain and pleasure were now delivered by a single person—intertwined, bone and blood.

Xi Yue wasn’t as aggressive as before; he was patient and slow, which was far more grueling. Yu Qing lifted his face, his lips looking plush and red, inviting a taste. His eyes were wet and red, devoid of his usual coldness and full of allure.

His mind told him: Enough, if this continues, I’ll die. But his brain was a muddle. He yanked the chain like one would a dog’s leash and stammered with a sob, “Is that all you’ve got?”

He was always like this—seeking out trouble for himself.

Yu Qing learned the full price of provoking Xi Yue. He was completely swept away, and the silver chain was pulled even tighter. The suffocation at his throat gave Xi Yue an extreme experience; his vision blurred, and in the frame, Yu Qing tilted his chin, revealing a delicate Adam’s apple, trapped in the same breathless desperation.

…

The next day, Yu Qing woke up early, still remembering the trip. He was incredibly cooperative today, clinging to Xi Yue’s arm as they got dressed and washed up. Their natural, intimate interaction looked like any couple in love; no one would guess they both nearly died the night before.

Yu Qing refused the private car and insisted on a sightseeing shuttle. He dressed simply today—not his usual haute couture, but something comfortable yet well-thought-out. Sitting on the shuttle, his soft hair danced in the golden sunlight. His mint-green outfit harmonized perfectly with the lush greenery.

He tilted his head to look at the scenery, his jawline sharp. The natural wind blew his hair, making his cold, exquisite face look like a hazy dream.

“Young Master.”

Xi Yue suddenly called out. Yu Qing turned, his bangs catching the sun. His noble, cold gaze met Xi Yue’s with a touch of confusion.

“…Baby,” Xi Yue corrected his address with a hoarse voice, leaning in to kiss him and refusing to let go.

Yu Qing pushed him away with a flushed face, lowering his voice: “Don’t… touch.”

“Is it ‘don’t’ or ‘touch’?”

“…”

“You bastard! Pervert!” Yu Qing couldn’t believe such a rogue existed. “We already… before we left… how can you be again!”

Unable to take it, Yu Qing kicked Xi Yue. Xi Yue laughed and took the kick, then massaged Yu Qing’s leg to soothe the discomfort. Yu Qing snorted and turned away to look at the scenery, warning fiercely, “Don’t you dare think about it.”

“Don’t think about what?”

“Don’t think about anything!”

His voice was full of youth; because he was spoiled from childhood, even his “fierce” act sounded like cold arrogance. Combined with that face, it was incredibly charming—and stimulating.

They boarded a yacht. Yu Qing didn’t know how to surf, so Xi Yue showed off for him. Yu Qing sat on the deck as the horizon met the blue sky. Xi Yue rode the white waves on his board—a spectacular sight. Under the sea breeze and blue sky, Xi Yue looked relaxed and confident, the water droplets on his perfectly proportioned body glistening in the sun.

Even without “those” feelings for Xi Yue, Yu Qing had to admit: at this moment, Xi Yue was captivating.

Suddenly, a massive white wave surged forward, swallowing the man’s small figure in an instant. Yu Qing gripped the railing, his breath hitching and his chest tightening. Was he knocked down? Is the jet ski going to save him?

Someone nearby started to tell Yu Qing not to worry, that Xi Yue was an expert… but suddenly, Yu Qing’s pupils shrank.

From the churning white foam, a lithe figure broke through the water. His dark hair was soaked, and water rolled down his face, making his handsome features look even more defined, like a god from Greek mythology. Several more waves followed—extremely dangerous. Being caught could mean life or death. But Xi Yue loved that danger; he loved the challenge and the thrill of hovering on the edge.

Yu Qing was dazed. Xi Yue’s lifestyle, his confidence, and his ease in the face of danger were all things he wished he had. He had been raised strictly; the more he lacked something, the more he wanted it. Even though he knew he had much and shouldn’t be greedy, there were moments he wondered: Can’t I be just a little bit more greedy?

As he was dazed, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He turned his head—it was a man in a baseball cap, broad-shouldered and long-legged, his face hidden by a mask. Xi Yue noticed the anomaly immediately and prepared to return, but it was too late. Boats appeared from nowhere, surrounding him.

Yu Qing watched as the man took off his cap and mask, revealing a familiar, upright face.

“Qingqing.”

It was Shang Ling.

Yu Qing was slowly pulled into an embrace. The man’s voice was choked: “You’ll be fine now. No one will hurt you again.” In the next second, his voice turned venomous: “I’ll make Xi Yue pay. That death-seeking lowlife.”

Lowlife. Such a vicious description shouldn’t have come from the well-bred Shang Ling. But Shang Ling was tired of being the “good guy.” The price of being good was seeing Yu Qing fall for someone else, being seduced away, and stolen again and again.

“Xi Yue is a liar. He is a child of the Zhou family, but he only contacted them to make it easier to kidnap you. He’s heartless, just like his mother. She was the daughter of a famous oil tycoon; she met the head of the Zhou family while traveling and they fell in love. But when she found out she was pregnant, she kicked him to the curb to keep the child for herself. Xi Yue grew up abroad and came here for university for some unknown reason. His grandfather invested in a project regarding male pregnancy… He doesn’t lack money; he approached you with impure motives…”

“Young Master!” Xi Yue suddenly interrupted. “I didn’t.”

“I didn’t have those motives. I didn’t.”

“Shut up!” Shang Ling glared at Xi Yue, who was being pinned down. His eyes were bloodshot; he hadn’t slept a wink lately, all thanks to Xi Yue. Hearing about the grandfather’s investment, he was even more worried that Yu Qing had been taken for some shady experiment.

“That’s my grandfather’s investment, it has nothing to do with me.” Xi Yue tried to lift his head, but his shoulders were slammed down, his face pressed into the dirty deck, stained with grime. Someone tried to gag him, but he struggled desperately. “Young Master, I didn’t…”

Yu Qing stared at Xi Yue for a moment. His expression was cold, making Xi Yue’s heart turn to ice. He always looked at people like that—as if nothing could catch his eye. The Young Master raised on piles of gold had an indifference born of satisfied desires.

Kissing Xi Yue was “whatever.” Being kidnapped was “whatever.” Even sleeping with Xi Yue was “whatever.” After all, he wasn’t the one who lost his heart; he wasn’t the one who was tamed. He wasn’t the one begging for love like a dog. He never lacked love, let alone the experience of being loved.

Shang Ling looked terrible—he had lost a lot of weight and was a far cry from his memory. No wonder Yu Qing hadn’t recognized him at first.

Yu Qing’s lips moved, and 556 reported happily: 【Babe! The system is fixed! To compensate you, we can leave early. As soon as you hit the confirmation button, this body will lose its life signs within one minute.】

Yu Qing hit “Confirm” without a second of hesitation.

His rapid response surprised even 556. While the system was stunned, Yu Qing seemed not to understand why it was surprised. “It’s just virtual data, isn’t it?”

【But… I thought you liked him.】

“Me? Like him? Is that even possible?”

Yet Yu Qing had kissed Xi Yue voluntarily several times, and 556 could feel his emotional peak when watching Xi Yue surf. 556 thought Yu Qing would fall for him, if even just a little. From an outsider’s perspective, 556 felt Xi Yue was incredibly humble—humble to the bone. To love someone enough to act like a dog, losing dignity and everything, yet still receiving not an ounce of affection. It was pitiful.

“I just pity him,” Yu Qing’s face remained as cold and exquisite as ever. “The way he loves me… it’s like he’s sick.”

He had never seen anyone like that. At first, he felt frustrated by Xi Yue, not understanding why someone so talented would waste himself on Shang Ling. Later, he realized Xi Yue wasn’t as simple as he looked; he never learned, never listened, and gradually revealed his inner madman. But when he thought Xi Yue was a madman, Xi Yue was too calm. He thought: Xi Yue isn’t mad, just obsessive. He reminded him of a patient.

Usually, the “sick” one was Yu Qing. But for the first time, someone loved him so much they seemed terminally ill. He found it fascinating, but mostly, he felt pity.

The countdown hit ten seconds. What can you do in ten seconds? Nothing, it seemed. But Xi Yue looked so pitiful.

“Pitiful” was a word Yu Qing usually reserved for the vulnerable: the elderly, children left behind, beggars, or stray cats and dogs. But what could he do? Stay for Xi Yue? Don’t be ridiculous. Strictly speaking, what Xi Yue did was kidnapping; he belonged in prison.

Yu Qing looked at the soaked, disheveled Xi Yue. Pity rose in his eyes. He was naturally cold—cold expression, cold features, a person who kept everyone at a distance. He looked at Xi Yue and moved his lips: “Goodbye, Xi Yue.”

Xi Yue’s pupils shrank. A massive, crushing sense of emptiness rushed in from all sides. He felt like he was being slammed under a giant wave, unable to struggle or fight back, forced to endure the suffocating pressure.

He watched as Yu Qing, held in Shang Ling’s arms, slowly closed his eyes and went limp.