Vicious, Yet Undeniably Beautiful [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

His pale skin was dazzling in the dim light.

However, he was nearly frozen stiff. Yu Li tapped his slender palms against the cave wall, but he made barely a sound. It was so faint that even he could hardly hear it.

“My hands are completely numb,” Yu Li murmured, feeling a wave of grievance.

The system was pacing frantically in his mind. 【Try hitting it harder.】

“Okay.” Yu Li was obedient. Regardless of the risk of further injury, he struggled to clench his hands into fists and pounded them against the wall again.

The sound grew slightly louder, and Yu Li’s eyes brightened.

“It’s working,” Yu Li said. “You finally came up with a good idea.”

Hearing Yu Li’s praise, the system felt as if its tail were wagging in the air. Unable to help itself, it feigned arrogance. 【As long as you know it.】

Yu Li’s long eyelashes drooped, casting shadows over his light brown eyes and his frost-dusted, beautiful cheeks. His soft, short hair hung over his forehead, and his fair skin was marred by traces of cyan from the cold.

He continued to knock persistently. The sides of his fair hands were scraped raw by the rough wall, even staining with blood. It looked as if a delicate ink painting had been torn apart, making him appear pitiful. Yu Li grumbled to the system in a low voice.

“If someone does not come soon, I am going to die.”

The system felt a sense of relief wash over it. It wiped away non-existent sweat and soothed him. 【Hang in there for one more minute, Little Yuyu. They are already on their way.】

Bang, bang, bang. As he made more noise, a tall figure a few hundred meters outside the cave, clad in a protective suit, instantly looked toward the direction of the sound. Without hesitation, the man threw down his detector and sprinted toward the cave.

As he drew closer, his face hidden beneath his headgear grew increasingly stern. A faint scent of blood drifted through the air, causing him to quicken his pace.

An ancient human is injured?

Yu Li did not know if anyone was coming. The blizzard was too fierce, howling wildly. He grew weary, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. Feeling both cold and in pain, he let his hands drop dispiritedly when no one appeared, burying his freezing face in the crook of his arm.

His long, slender fingers were stained with dried blood from his wounds and black dirt.

“So tired.”

His voice was tiny and soft. Closing his eyes was too cold, so cold that he could no longer think.

But soon, spurred by the system’s continuous screaming, he forced his eyes open.

【They are here! They are here!】

Crunch, crunch. The sound of boots treading on snow reached him. Yu Li struggled to open his eyes. In an instant, the vast, white entrance of the cave was blocked by a tall silhouette.

The biting wind seemed to pause for a heartbeat. Yu Li looked up and saw the tall figure waste no time, directly stripping off his protective suit and rushing toward him.

Suddenly, Yu Li felt warmth return to his body. He was swept into the man’s arms. The man felt like a small furnace, continuously radiating heat. Miraculously, the biting cold faded away.

A strange, mumbling voice reached his ears: “Are you okay, ancient human?”

Yu Li could not understand what the man was saying, but the joy of being rescued lifted him from his despair. As he warmed up and the numbness receded, he finally felt the throbbing pain in his fingers.

He waved his hand cautiously at the man.

“It hurts,” Yu Li said, feeling wronged.

As the man’s gaze fell upon the bloody wounds, his heart sank. The voice he heard was so soft and delicate, filled with an indescribable fragility. It was like a defenseless cub waiting for help, yet unable to do anything for itself.

He dared not dwell on it. He quickly pulled a recovery serum from his waist, shook it in front of Yu Li, and stumbled through the words he had learned from ancient texts: “Medicine. Pour on your hands. I will help.”

Yu Li nodded and held out his hand.

As the foul-smelling serum was poured onto his skin, Yu Li frowned slightly, his beautiful brows knitting together as he looked away from his now-greenish hands with clear disdain.

“Does it still hurt?” Having practiced some dialogue, the man’s speech was less stuttered. He asked softly, fearing that a louder voice might frighten the tiny ancient human before him.

Yu Li quickly fell into his role. Without hesitation, he placed his hands against the man’s neck to warm them, lifting his beautiful, pampered face.

“It does not hurt anymore.”

Only after saying this did Yu Li begin to examine the face of the tall figure holding him.

The man looked extremely cold and stoic. He had sharp, chiseled features, narrow eyes, and dark pupils. His skin was a healthy bronze. After removing his snow gear, he wore only a thin short-sleeved shirt, yet he was surprisingly warm.

While Yu Li studied the man, the man was also observing the exquisitely beautiful marionette in his arms.

The ancient human had sleek, jet-black short hair resting on a delicate head, light brown eyes that shimmered like man-made moons, a straight, elegant nose, and soft, slime-like pink lips.

He had a tiny Adam’s apple, a neck narrower than the width of a few fingers combined, and a waist that looked incredibly frail.

His skin was so fair that, in the dim light of the cave, it was dazzling.

He was a remarkably beautiful ancient human. Ancient books recorded various terms to describe a person’s appearance: ordinary, handsome, cute, beautiful, or exotic.

Yet, he felt that no word could truly describe the being before him. He looked like a treasure crafted with the utmost care and devotion.

The ancient human seemed frozen through. His snow-white skin was slightly purple and blue. Fortunately, he had arrived in time. He hurriedly pulled off his short-sleeved shirt, intending to wrap it around Yu Li’s exposed feet.

Yu Li blocked the man’s move with a look of disdain. His beautiful eyes widened, and he was quite blunt: “So dirty.”

The man was as hot as a furnace, and who knew if he had been sweating? His feet were cold and aching, but he did not want to touch anyone’s sweat, not even if it were dry.

The beautiful ancient human’s distaste was obvious. The man felt a bit flustered. He spread out the short-sleeved shirt with his large palms, his indifferent face softening with a touch of explanation: “It is clean. I did not sweat.”

Only then did Yu Li huff and kick his slippers off.

Seeing this, the man finally let out a breath of relief. With lightning speed, he wrapped up the youth’s frost-reddened feet.

Seeing the ancient human regain some energy, the man felt more at ease. The youth was so thin and frail that he had been deeply worried Yu Li would continue to resist.

Hearing footsteps approaching from outside, he wanted to be the first to know the beautiful little person’s name. Qin Xie stammered, continuing to use the language recorded in the ancient texts: “Hello, I am Qin Xie. What is your name?”