Chapter 5: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (5)
When his palm touched that warmth and softness, Xiao Yu’s fingertips trembled imperceptibly.
He lowered his eyes, long lashes casting shallow shadows under his eyes, hiding the sticky gaze deep in his eyes that almost wanted to wrap around Shen Tangqing.
He tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart, afraid Shen Tangqing would notice his abnormality.
Shen Tangqing, on the other hand, never expected Xiao Yu to get straight to it. He froze in place, his brain buzzing—
He had anticipated Xiao Yu would refuse, would frown, would even reveal a look of endurance and humiliation, but he hadn’t expected the other party to comply so decisively.
As a straight man, having another guy hold his foot made him feel uncomfortable all over.
“You…” Shen Tangqing was just about to open his mouth to call a stop, but the pad of Xiao Yu’s finger had already pressed gently onto his calf muscle.
His fingers were thin and slender, carrying a sickly pallor. A faint pink old scar ran across the index finger of his left hand, brutally destroying the aesthetic of that hand.
The pressure he applied wasn’t heavy, carrying a raw tentativeness. He slowly kneaded along the numb areas. His movements couldn’t be called skilled, but they unexpectedly relieved the soreness in the leg.
But Shen Tangqing still felt awkward—
Two grown men sitting face to face, holding a foot and massaging a leg; this scene was weird no matter how you thought about it.
Xiao Yu also sensed Shen Tangqing’s discomfort; he felt the tension in the leg muscles. But he didn’t speak, didn’t even dare to look up at Shen Tangqing, afraid that Shen Tangqing would regret it and retract his leg the next second.
The warm sensation from his fingertips surged toward his heart along his nerves like an electric current. Xiao Yu looked expressionless, but in reality, the darkness in his eyes was so thick it couldn’t dissolve.
He actually really touched him.
Shen Tangqing was quite speechless. This was completely different from the “malicious cannon fodder bullying the protagonist shou” he had imagined!
He had originally wanted to wait for Xiao Yu to refuse, then take the opportunity to mock him a few times, maintaining his daily persona. But Xiao Yu… Xiao Yu actually obediently listened.
After a few seconds,
Shen Tangqing kicked Xiao Yu in the stomach and spoke impatiently, “Xiao Yu, your technique is too poor. You hurt me.”
Xiao Yu’s expression froze. A trace of regret flashed very quickly through his eyes. After a few seconds, he finally lifted his eyelids.
“Sorry, I can be gentler.”
Mouthing words of apology, his face remained expressionless, cold, and abstinent.
Shen Tangqing took a look and silently complained in his heart: A widower face really gives people no desire.
Of course, meaning the desire to talk to him.
Shen Tangqing sneered, and the words he spoke were even more vicious. “Xiao Yu, couldn’t tell you were quite cheap. Fawning over me like this, are you trying to get some benefits from me?”
Xiao Yu looked at Shen Tangqing very calmly. In his opinion, these innocuous words were no different from flirting.
After all, Shen Tangqing only had a bad attitude toward him. Isn’t that another kind of uniqueness?
“You gave me money.”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Speaking of this money, Shen Tangqing found it hard to comment.
To humiliate Xiao Yu, the original host gave him five thousand yuan a month to—wash his underwear!!!
This was simply explosive. When he saw this plot point, his cerebellum shrank a bit, his mind full of that Na Ying meme: “What the hell?”
For Shen Tangqing, it was really a bit perverted. But now, that pervert had become himself.
Tears flow before words can be spoken!
And this wasn’t what made him saddest.
The saddest part was that Shen Huayan only gave him ten thousand for living expenses a month. He gave Xiao Yu five thousand, leaving himself with only five thousand. Just to act cool, he was practically preparing to stop living properly.
It was a pity he couldn’t break character; otherwise, he really wanted to ask Xiao Yu for the money back.
Seeing Shen Tangqing silent, Xiao Yu reached out, preparing to hold his leg and continue pressing.
After reacting, Shen Tangqing kicked Xiao Yu again. However, he controlled the strength—insulting enough, but not enough to actually injure Xiao Yu.
“Get lost.”
Shen Tangqing stood up from the sofa with a dark face and went to the bathroom.
The dorm toilet and shower were together, but separated by a glass door for wet and dry separation. The space was fairly large.
After Xiao Yu withdrew his gaze from Shen Tangqing’s back, he looked down at his own chest. His Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly.
Really thrilling.
He likes it so much.
Deep in his eyes, the desire to hide Shen Tangqing away grew a few degrees stronger.
But I have to wait a bit longer. Wait until I have money, buy a beautiful big house, and then hide him inside. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to him.
When Shen Tangqing came out of the toilet, he grabbed his phone from the sofa and checked the time. It was almost six o’clock; no wonder he was a bit hungry.
Even though the sun outside had set, he still didn’t want to go out. Otherwise, he’d come back sweaty and have to shower again.
Given that his balance wasn’t high, Shen Tangqing ordered Braised Chicken Rice, tearfully spending 28 yuan.
He was actually quite sad. If the original host hadn’t been acting cool, he should have had a huge sum of money right now. And the original host was truly a spendthrift; aside from these living expenses, he had zero savings.
0032 spoke silently: “Don’t you have no savings either? You still owed several thousand yuan when you died.”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
“If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute! If I had ten thousand a month, I could save at least five thousand.”
0032: … Almost believed it.
Xiao Yu sat at his desk for a while before taking his pajamas into the bathroom.
Shen Tangqing leaned on the sofa scrolling through videos, ignoring him.
After a short while, Xiao Yu came out of the bathroom holding his dirty clothes. He threw the clothes into the basin, then entered the room to look at Shen Tangqing.
A rare trace of confusion appeared on his usually indifferent face, though his voice was as cold as ever, the tone flat without any undulation.
“Young Master Shen, didn’t you change your underwear when you showered?”
Shen Tangqing made Xiao Yu call him Young Master Shen.
This title gave him an even greater sense of superiority, as if he really were a wealthy young master.
Shen Tangqing: ?
What fierce, wolf-like words is this silly roe deer saying?
“What do you mean?”
“There’s no change of underwear in your basin. Did you not change after showering?”
Xiao Yu knew Shen Tangqing’s habits; usually, he would shower first upon returning to the dorm.
Shen Tangqing: Presumptuous fellow, you are really presumptuous!
How does he manage to say such an unspeakable topic with an expressionless face?
A trace of anger appeared on Shen Tangqing’s beautiful face, but he still suppressed the fire and explained, “I washed it myself.”
He hadn’t become perverted enough to let someone else wash his underwear.
“Why? Didn’t you give money for me to wash it?”
Xiao Yu was a little unhappy. He felt his right had been inexplicably revoked by Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Seems Xiao Yu is indeed very poor, terrified that I won’t give him that five thousand yuan.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying mockery.
“Xiao Yu, you don’t need to wash my underwear in the future. Wash my socks instead! Don’t worry, I’ll still give you the money. Just consider it—poverty alleviation.”
“Why no need to wash your underwear?”
Xiao Yu looked at Shen Tangqing, his ink-colored eyes clouding over, looking even colder.
“Why?”
Shen Tangqing couldn’t help but frown. Is there something wrong with this person?
Isn’t it good that I’m not making you wash underwear? Why do you insist on an answer?
Shen Tangqing’s face turned cold. Even his voice seemed quenched in ice.
“Why? Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Xiao Yu pursed his lips.
“Dare not…”
Shen Tangqing wanted to say more, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
His takeout had arrived.
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