Chapter 4: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (4)
Shi Jingnian sat at his desk, a textbook spread open before him.
Beside his ear came the rustling sounds of Shen Tangqing eating ice cream.
Detailed, yet clear.
Like a feather landing on the heart—slightly ticklish, yet impossible to scratch.
It disturbed him so much he couldn’t read a single line.
His peripheral vision unconsciously swept toward the sofa—
Shen Tangqing was leaning diagonally against a soft cushion, legs resting casually, eating with delight.
After a few seconds, Shi Jingnian slowly retracted his gaze.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the book page.
For the first time,
A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
He seriously pondered why he had just been entranced by watching Shen Tangqing eat ice cream.
A moment later,
He reached a conclusion.
Shen Tangqing’s lips were very nice; the shape was beautiful and the color was rosy, like a ripe, pretty cherry.
That wasn’t strange then.
After all, beautiful things easily attract people’s gazes.
It was just human nature.
Having figured it out, another question surfaced in Shi Jingnian’s mind.
Why would a man’s lips be that red?
Is that correct?
He suddenly stood up, walked to Xiao Yu’s desk, picked up the small mirror on the table, and looked at his own lips.
A bit bland.
Shi Jingnian: “…”
(=_=)
Shen Tangqing was attracted by Shi Jingnian’s movements. Seeing him looking in the mirror with a solemn face, a glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
Didn’t expect the Iceberg Face to be quite narcissistic.
However, the next second,
Shi Jingnian put the mirror back in its original place and sat back at his own desk with a cold face.
Shen Tangqing finished the last bite of ice cream, feeling completely comfortable.
He didn’t get up, turning his head to look at Shi Jingnian. “Scholar, do you want to shower?”
In this weather, coming back from outside meant being covered in sweat. If Shen Tangqing hadn’t been eating ice cream, the first thing he would have done upon returning to the dorm was shower.
Shi Jingnian froze for a moment.
“Not washing.”
Shen Tangqing let out an “Oh.” Just as he stood up, he heard Shi Jingnian add a sentence.
“I have to go to the library later.”
Shen Tangqing glanced at Shi Jingnian in surprise, though Shi Jingnian’s gaze remained on the book in front of him.
But this didn’t prevent Shen Tangqing from confirming once again that Shi Jingnian was definitely in a good mood today.
“Okay, then I’ll go wash first.”
Only when Shen Tangqing was getting clothes from the wardrobe did Shi Jingnian look up at him.
When his hands reached up, the hem of his shirt rode up, revealing a small section of white waist.
Shi Jingnian’s pupils constricted slightly, then he quickly lowered his eyes.
After Shen Tangqing closed the wardrobe door, he withdrew his gaze, pretending nothing had happened.
—
Shen Tangqing didn’t notice Shi Jingnian’s hidden gaze. He took his pajamas and went straight to the bathroom.
The sound of淅淅瀝瀝 (pattering) water came from the bathroom.
Without listening carefully, one couldn’t really hear it since the door was closed and it was on the balcony.
But Shi Jingnian just felt like he heard it.
His gaze fell on the textbook in front of him, and he couldn’t help but frown.
A moment later, he picked up the book and left the dorm.
When Shen Tangqing came out of the shower, Shi Jingnian was no longer in the room.
But to him, it didn’t matter.
They weren’t close anyway, and staying in the dorm alone made him happy and at ease.
He placed a cushion against the armrest of the sofa and leaned diagonally onto it.
It was a two-seater sofa. Laying on it meant being a bit short of space, but curling his legs up made it fit just right.
Shen Tangqing turned on his phone and continued watching the TV series he hadn’t finished last night.
Perhaps the indoor temperature was too comfortable, or perhaps summer naturally made one sleepy.
Shen Tangqing wasn’t even clear on when he fell asleep.
When Xiao Yu opened the door, he immediately saw Shen Tangqing curled up on the sofa, sleeping soundly.
The collar of his pajamas was a bit loose, and coupled with him lying on his side, his white collarbones were clearly visible.
Xiao Yu’s pupils shrank sharply. A trace of sickly obsession appeared on his slightly pale face.
Want him—
Want to possess him—
Want to use canine teeth to gently grind and bite at Shen Tangqing’s collarbone, want to fck…*
The floodgates of bloodlust crashed open.
The desire to possess reached its peak at this moment.
Xiao Yu’s gaze wandered unscrupulously over Shen Tangqing.
Inch by inch, his gaze, laden with obscene intimacy, moved from his face to his collarbone, finally settling on his bare feet.
The lines of Shen Tangqing’s ankles were extremely beautiful.
Not the abrupt bony type, but the kind where thin flesh evenly wrapped the bone. The ankle bone protruded slightly, like jade soaked in water, revealing a warm, soft smoothness.
The toenails were trimmed round and clean, glowing with a natural pink tone.
Even just curled up barefoot on the sofa, the exposed line of his instep, the arc from ankle to toe tip, all revealed an unconcealable desire—
Making one’s heart tremble just by looking.
Desire roiled in Xiao Yu’s eyes.
He actually didn’t really like fragile things.
But he suddenly discovered that Shen Tangqing was so beautiful.
The original disgust toward him suddenly dissipated at this moment.
Only one thought remained.
Want to lock this beautiful person up, hide him away.
Make him belong to me alone.
When Shen Tangqing woke up, the room was already somewhat dim. His brain wasn’t fully awake yet. Maintaining one posture for too long made his legs sore and numb. The sour sensation made him unable to hold back a muffled groan.
Hearing Shen Tangqing’s muffled groan, a vein on Xiao Yu’s forehead throbbed.
Too delicate—
The longing in his heart was almost impossible to suppress at this instant.
He wanted to plug up those lips that made such seductive sounds.
The hand holding the pen tightened. After a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing also happened to sit up straight and see him.
His gaze fell on Xiao Yu’s face, sizing him up with interest.
It was a very indifferent face, looking as if covered by a thin layer of ice.
Sharp brow bones, eyebrows pressed slightly low, exuding a detached coldness.
Eyes shaped rather long, pupils a bottomless ink black, holding no emotion. Even the arc of his drooping eyelashes seemed to carry a cold sense of alienation.
Truly a face that incites a desire to conquer.
Shen Tangqing clicked his tongue secretly in his heart. So those people like the “forced melon” type. Truly perverted.
The system’s voice surfaced in his mind: “Please maintain the Malicious Cannon Fodder persona, Host.”
Shen Tangqing clicked his tongue. “Do I need you to tell me?”
Shen Tangqing naturally knew to maintain the persona; after all, nothing could stop his determination to get the one hundred billion.
0032: “…”
Very well, won’t remind you next time.
Shen Tangqing’s eyes slanted upward slightly. He let out a cold laugh and spoke arrogantly,
“What are you looking at? Look again and I’ll dig your eyeballs out.”
Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and said sorry meekly.
Shen Tangqing: ?
The protagonist shou has such a good temper? He admits defeat before I’ve even started performing?
This gave Shen Tangqing the feeling of punching cotton.
Hand didn’t hurt, but it felt uncomfortable.
Inexplicably a bit unhappy.
He was silent for a moment, then raised his chin at Xiao Yu, his expression somewhat unruly.
“Xiao Yu, come here.”
Xiao Yu paused for a moment, then stood up without any hesitation and walked in front of Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing hooked the corner of his lips.
He kicked Xiao Yu’s calf with his foot. “My leg is numb. Massage it for me.”
Xiao Yu froze for a moment. The place kicked by Shen Tangqing felt faintly hot.
Myself—
Can I still touch him?
The heart that had been sunk like dead water beat violently at this moment.
Seeing Xiao Yu standing still, Shen Tangqing couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He knew it; how could Xiao Yu agree to such an undignified thing?
After all, in the original plot, Xiao Yu was a poor little white flower persona who would rather die than yield in front of those crazy perverts.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many chapters of confinement, little black rooms, and forced plots.
But the next second, Xiao Yu pulled over a chair beside him and sat down, bent over, held Shen Tangqing’s ankle, lifted it, and placed it on his own leg.
Shen Tangqing: ?
No, bro, you have no backbone at all?
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