The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Hua Jingshi completely misunderstood the relationship between Cang He and the Prince.

Due to the unique circumstances and the absolute privacy of the location, Hua Jingshi instinctively assumed that Cang He was just like him—a “member of the staff” meant to serve the Crown Prince’s personal needs.

Unfortunately for his theory, Cang He was no such thing.

After being misunderstood, Cang He didn’t even deign to explain. Having his legitimate identity twisted into a relationship laden with suggestive undertones didn’t make him angry; instead, a strange, thread-like sense of secret joy welled up within him. It was as if being mistaken for the Crown Prince’s male favorite was a supreme honor.

Cang He remained silent. Yu Qing didn’t grasp the subtle implications and was too lazy to overthink Hua Jingshi’s little schemes; he simply assumed that because Cang He was older, Hua Jingshi called him “Brother” out of respect.

No one refuted the title. After swallowing his new “identity” as a favorite, Cang He’s gaze toward Hua Jingshi turned icy, carrying a faint, wordless warning.

Hua Jingshi gave Cang He a quick appraisal: decent looks, a powerful build, and a strong masculine aura. From his face and presence, one could tell this was a domineering and forceful man. However, judging by the Crown Prince’s attitude, he didn’t seem to favor this type. He only summoned this man to kill time, and even in bed, all the man could touch was a pair of white feet.

Not favored.

Since he wasn’t favored, there was no need to learn from him. Despite the man being an “old flame” with more seniority, Hua Jingshi grew bold. He hooked his arms around Yu Qing’s neck, pressing his cheek against the Prince’s side-neck. “Your Highness, must Brother stay to serve you tonight as well?”

Even though Hua Jingshi was careful not to let his full weight press down on Yu Qing, the Prince still felt a strong sense of oppression. His eyebrows twitched, his small face written with displeasure. He pushed Hua Jingshi away. In the chamber, one man looked delighted while the other looked desolate and dim.

Soon, their expressions swapped.

Yu Qing found it uncomfortable to have Hua Jingshi leaning into his arms. He stood up, shifted his weight, and stuffed himself directly into Hua Jingshi’s lap. To find the most comfortable position, he even wiggled a bit to adjust the angle.

“You may leave, we are going to sleep.” Yu Qing was indeed getting sleepy.

His brow was shrouded in dark clouds. Despite his extreme reluctance, he obeyed and withdrew. A dark shadow flashed, leaving only two people in the palace.

Hua Jingshi looked down in shock. His arms were filled with a soft, yielding sensation, and his nose was flooded with an inviting fragrance. The Prince’s loose, silken hair swayed slightly, draping over his shoulders like ripples of water, tangling with his own hair until they were inseparable. His arms tightened instinctively; as his arm crossed the Prince’s lower abdomen, the warm, soft touch became even clearer.

Hua Jingshi’s throat bobbed. His nimble fingers easily pried open a corner of the inner robe, and his burning palm pressed against the soft belly.

Yu Qing, puzzled, tilted his head back. His face, white as snow with a flush of pink, was full of confusion. “What are you doing to us?”

With the movement of looking up, the inner robe he had just adjusted slipped down loosely, hanging off one shoulder. Under the night pearls, the flesh-tone beneath the white silk was coated in a soft glow, and even his small face seemed dusted with silver.

Hua Jingshi was caught off guard by the beauty once again. His fingertips curled, and he unconsciously scratched the Prince’s stomach, eliciting a startled cry.

“What do you think you’re doing!”

That cry was light and soft, carrying a lingering nasal tone. The little Prince’s face turned even redder, shamed by his own reaction. He stammered for a long time, looking down to pull at Hua Jingshi’s wrist, but he couldn’t budge it.

“Your Highness.” Hua Jingshi leaned back, causing Yu Qing to sprawl on top of him. Beneath the layers of curtains, their silhouettes overlapped, and their breaths mingled, weaving an ambiguous atmosphere.

“You are so fragrant.” Hua Jingshi lifted his chin slightly, pressing his cheek against Yu Qing’s neck, moving upward until his thin lips kissed along the jawline. “…So soft.”

Unexpectedly stealing a kiss, the ill-tempered little Prince reached out to pinch Hua Jingshi’s waist. A muffled groan escaped the man’s throat, but he didn’t let go.

“Your Highness…” Perhaps pained by the pinch, Hua Jingshi’s breath hitched, sounding as if he were struggling for air.

Yu Qing gave a soft huff, only to have his chin captured and sucked. His delicate eyebrows twitched with anger—Hua Jingshi was truly presumptuous, daring to bite him without permission!

Just as he was about to bite back, his sensitive lip pearl was sucked hard. Confusion flashed across his face, followed immediately by a wave of numbness that spread through his body, leaving him limp against the man’s chest.

Even though he was the Prince and Hua Jingshi was a hostage who should be reading his moods, the man showed no intention of showing mercy. Hua Jingshi’s chest was broad and his breath scorching; the heat rising from him made Yu Qing’s head spin. He lay on the man’s chest, his waist held and the back of his neck captured, with no way to escape.

His fresh, red lips were patiently kneaded and sucked by the man, a powerful tongue slowly licking open the seam of his lips, drawing out endless whimpers. The Crown Prince, usually so arrogant and pampered, actually revealed a dazed, lost expression.

Beautiful. To describe a man as “beautiful” was something Hua Jingshi could not have imagined in his previous eighteen years, but seeing the Prince, only that word remained in his mind.

Truly a peerless beauty.

Mist and heat entwined. Hua Jingshi knew the Prince’s lip pearl was sensitive, so he focused his attention there while playing with the Prince’s long black hair, making muffled swallowing sounds. Under the continuous kissing, the little Prince turned completely soft.

“You… you are presumptuous! Us… mnh…”

The moment he found a gap, the little Prince fiercely fluttered his wet eyelashes. His cold, stunning face was now a wet, flushed red. The area around his lips was blurred with a large patch of pink. He was, after all, a bad-tempered one; while he was kissed into a soft mess, he didn’t forget to struggle feebly. His inner robe rolled up to his ribs, revealing a sliver of slender waist and two delicate dimples.

This made things easier for Hua Jingshi.

The little Prince, who had never known hardship, was pinned against the man. With his waist and neck held, he was completely at the man’s mercy, forced to open his mouth and endure the deep kiss. He twisted and struggled to escape, but it was all in vain.

The noble Prince had no stamina. Yu Qing broke into a heavy sweat, the inner robe clinging to his pink-white skin, becoming translucent in the dampness. Hua Jingshi stared for a moment and lifted the fabric; that patch of skin was drenched in sweat, mixed with the Prince’s unique, sweet scent.

How can someone be fragrant everywhere?

Hua Jingshi tilted his head. The Prince lay on his chest as if he had been melted by the kiss, his small pink-white hands pressing weakly against the man’s chest before finally giving up and slumping to the side. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes misty. His overused mouth was open, gasping for air, his red tongue peeking out slightly as saliva uncontrollably traced down the corner of his mouth. It dripped onto Hua Jingshi’s collarbone and neck, vanishing into his black hair.

When he finally lifted his face, there was a visible water mark at the corner of his mouth. His snowy face was covered in a deep rose-red. Even though his gaze was somewhat vacant, he still tried to put on a fierce front.

“Hua Jingshi, what is the meaning of this? Is Our mouth something you can touch!” His face was burning as he remained sprawled over the man, hands pressing against his chest. “Do you truly think Us is made of clay, that My temper is so good!”

Yu Qing tried to push himself up as he spoke, but he had no strength. He hummed and slumped back down. He was naturally pampered and wouldn’t mistreat himself; he found a comfortable spot on the man’s chest to lie on and continued to scold him.

“Without Our permission, you are not allowed to kiss Us, and certainly not allowed to use your tongue. Do you hear me!”

How could he, the dignified Crown Prince, be kissed so casually? At this thought, Yu Qing was both ashamed and annoyed. He had been kissed by a hostage prince until he couldn’t even hold his saliva, and he had been pinned down, unable to move. It was humiliating.

Getting angrier, the little Prince reached out and gave Hua Jingshi a slap—a soft, weak hit that felt less like a blow and more like a flirtatious touch in bed.

“Your Highness, you’ve broken into quite a sweat.”

Hua Jingshi watched that little mouth open and close, the lip pearl sucked into a bright, dripping red. He suppressed the urge to cover it again. He had prepared himself to be humble and please the future ruler; he told himself not to involve emotions. But seeing the Prince look so dazed and confused, he couldn’t control himself—he wanted to see more.

Though the Prince had a bad temper, his personality was simple. Hearing this, he reached out to touch himself; his palm was indeed damp.

“Change Us,” he commanded as a matter of course.

“Your Highness, lift yourself up a little.”

Hua Jingshi, living under someone else’s roof, naturally followed orders. The little Prince had zero defenses when it came to being served. Hearing this, he actually lifted himself up obediently to make the changing easier.

Finally, the Prince’s full form was exposed to his sight. Pampered since birth, the Prince was clean and pink all over. Now, due to the intense kissing, a large red tide had swept over his body—and he was the one who had caused it. The thought that he could cause such a change in the Prince sparked a morbid sense of satisfaction and a dark desire to push further.

Yu Qing waited for a while but didn’t see Hua Jingshi go to get new clothes. He curiously opened his eyes a sliver; the mist still lingered in them, making them look exceptionally clear and pure. He was about to ask, but as his lips parted, the sound that came out was unsteady, like the whimper of a kitten.

His watery eyes gradually widened. He wanted to die of shame.

Hua Jingshi’s hands were not as delicate as those of a typical noble son. He had been neglected by his father since childhood and had learned to be self-reliant, so his knuckles were covered in thick calluses. Each callus had a different texture. The arrogant little Prince was silenced instantly, leaving only a panicked, pink face.

“You—you—” His slender white fingers gripped the clothes on the man’s shoulder. With a hint of a sob, he asked foolishly, “What are you doing to us?”

“Your Highness, you’ve sweated so much.” Hua Jingshi slowly ground his lips against the tender red mouth, licking the full lips until they were cool and wet. His tone was natural. “Jingshi is worried about you, so I am helping you see why Your Highness has sweated so much.”

Was that really it?

The simple little Prince dazed for a moment. His slow brain couldn’t process it, and he just thought fuzzily: If you want to see, just use your eyes. Why do it like this?

“Your Highness, may I kiss you?” “May I?”

He rubbed against him over and over but refused to go in, at most tracing the Prince’s lip shape with his tongue, making the soft skin a mess. Even so, the little Prince kept his eyes tightly shut, his curled lashes trembling wetly, letting out occasional “mnh-mnh” sounds.

Hua Jingshi’s hands were too rough, grinding against Yu Qing in a way that was both painful and itchy. Unable to help himself, he actively pushed his tongue out of his mouth.

This was undoubtedly a sheep walking into a tiger’s mouth. Hua Jingshi took this as permission and quickly captured the wet, red tongue. Yu Qing whimpered with a sobbing tone as his mouth was stirred into a mess, his tongue finding no place to rest.

When he opened his eyes, they were full of panic, and he stammered something incoherent. Hua Jingshi didn’t hear it clearly and temporarily let go, kissing the corner of his mouth. “What?”

Hua Jingshi slowly wiped the sweat from his palm onto Yu Qing’s snowy, pink-tinted back.

“Tongue… tongue…” The little Prince was completely out of his mind, sobbing and repeating himself, his small frame twitching from the crying. “The tongue was hooked out…”

Hua Jingshi gave a light laugh, pinched the little tongue peeking out, and pressed a finger against the tip, slowly pushing it back in. He hugged the Prince tightly, like holding a rare and fragile treasure. His brow unconsciously revealed a look of cherished value and intense possessiveness.

“Your Highness, why did you sweat so much?” he murmured to his own palm.

Hua Jingshi lowered his head and slowly kissed his palm and fingertips, cleaning his hand.

At the same time, from the roof of the Prince’s bedchamber, a suppressed groan of frustration rang out.