The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 10

Chapter 10: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 10

Xu Nongqing had just finished heating water in the woodshed. He came back, pushed open the door, and was about to call Shu He for his bath when his gaze landed on him and froze.

The surroundings were simple and dilapidated. The bed was against the wall, with an old-fashioned white-checkered bed curtain.

And on the soft bed, Shu He was wearing a fluffy, loose pajama set, kneeling behind the somewhat transparent bed curtain, holding a long, plush tail.

At the same time, his small, delicate face peeked out from the hood, his almond eyes sparkling. Through the curtain, he seemed to be looking at him, calling his name in a tone that was part plea, part whine.

“The zipper is so hard to pull.”

The fingers of the hand hanging at Xu Nongqing’s side suddenly curled.

He stood there for two seconds before finally walking towards Shu He. The closer he got, the more the translucent curtain became a mere decoration.

Standing in front of the bed, Xu Nongqing looked down. Shu He’s current appearance was completely reflected in his dark eyes.

On the fluffy hood were two soft little ears that swayed as Shu He tilted his head slightly, just like the little cowlick that always stuck up on his head when he woke up in the morning.

He held a snow-white plush tail in his slender hands, kneeling on the bed, his body incredibly soft. At this moment, he was looking at Xu Nongqing seriously, his cheeks a little pink for some reason.

“Hurry.” Shu He was eager to see the finished look of this outfit. He propped himself up on the bed and turned around, exposing his back to Xu Nongqing.

“Zip it up. Be careful not to scrape me, it’ll hurt.”

In his daze, a patch of exquisite, snow-white skin unexpectedly filled Xu Nongqing’s vision.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly. The boy’s back was slender, the outline of his shoulder blades faintly visible through the clothes. Above, his neck was long and slender, with the ends of his slightly-too-long hair resting softly on it.

Exquisite and beautiful.

It was completely out of place with the simple, dilapidated surroundings, like pure snow on a high mountain—forever clean, forever distant.

Xu Nongqing stiffly raised his hand. His fingers caught the zipper pull. As he pulled it up, his knuckles accidentally brushed against the boy’s slender back.

Just as a cat’s back arches into a wave when petted, Shu He’s first reaction was to tremble slightly and pull away.

He was very sensitive.

Xu Nongqing zipped it up. Shu He looked down, examining the front and back of the outfit.

Xu Nongqing suddenly asked, “…Why are you wearing this?”

“Does it not look good?” Shu He immediately moved closer to Xu Nongqing, his slender white hands gripping his shoulders, his brow furrowed, not allowing him to say anything other than “good-looking.”

Xu Nongqing shook his head, and after a moment, softly said it looked good. Only then was Shu He satisfied and pulled away from him.

“I just wanted to wear it,” he said nonsensically.

Actually, the system’s guess was pretty accurate.

Shu He was just a baby when he was picked up by his monster parents. The monsters had no experience raising humans and naturally wouldn’t deliberately maintain their human forms in front of Shu He.

So, from a young age, Shu He was sad about why he was different from the other monsters. He had no tail, no fluffy ears, and no fur long enough to survive the winter without clothes.

He walked on two legs, while the monsters walked on four, and some on eight.

When he was little, he thought he was a deformed freak. Every day, he would secretly bury himself in his parents’ fluff and cry, his eyelids swollen and the tip of his nose red. He would also secretly learn from the other monsters, curling himself into a ball to pretend he had a tail, and tugging at the hem of his clothes, frustrated that it couldn’t be a tail.

Later, when his parents discovered this, they collected a lot of monster fur and made clothes for him, dressing him up like the other monster babies.

They fooled Shu He like this until he met his first human and grew up, only then understanding his identity.

However, the fondness for this type of clothing was ingrained in his aesthetic, so even after growing up, Shu He hadn’t gotten rid of this habit of dressing up as a monster.

It gave him a sense of security.

Like how cats like to crawl into cardboard boxes.

Shu He mumbled something under his breath. Xu Nongqing vaguely heard it; he seemed to be dissatisfied with the fluffiness of the clothes.

Xu Nongqing’s gaze lowered, landing on the tail that was draped over the bed. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse:

“Time for a bath? The water is ready.”

“Oh.” Shu He turned around in front of Xu Nongqing.

Xu Nongqing paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled down the zipper he had just pulled up. He averted his gaze, not looking at that patch of bright white, and said inexplicably:

“There aren’t many good people in the village. Don’t be like this in front of others.”

Shu He didn’t understand and paid no mind to his words. He went to get his clothes. Before entering the bathroom, he hurriedly said to Xu Nongqing, “You have to help me wash my clothes today too.”

Xu Nongqing gave a noncommittal grunt.

Shu He pursed his lips and secretly smiled, a small dimple appearing on his cheek.

He felt that the protagonist had already become the villain’s little lackey!

The more he oppressed him, the more powerful his rise would be in the future. Xu Nongqing would definitely have his Dragon King comeback and with a single command… he had to think of a way to not involve his family.

After a dazed bath, Shu He still hadn’t thought of a suitable solution. He came out with his animal pajamas and handed them to Xu Nongqing. “Wash this too…”

After a moment’s hesitation, just as Xu Nongqing reached out to take it, Shu He suddenly pulled it back, his face puffed out seriously. “No.”

Xu Nongqing’s dark eyes stared at him.

“What if you ruin it?” Shu He hugged the clothes and nodded seriously. “I’ll wash it myself.”

Xu Nongqing: “…”

It was very late now.

Wang Family Village was a poor village. Not every household had running water. To wash clothes, you either had to go to the river or draw water from the well.

Shu He waited until the next day. He deliberately got up early and went to the fields with Xu Nongqing. This field was next to a river with a swift current. He pressed the clothes into the water, forgetting that fluffy things become very heavy when soaked. His grip wasn’t tight enough, and the clothes were instantly about to be washed away by the river.

Shu He’s almond eyes widened in panic, and he reflexively leaned forward.

He ignored the unsteady rock under his feet, his eyes only on the clothes. Just as his hand was about to grab it, a figure leaned in from the side and blocked him.

His slender white hand didn’t catch the clothes.

Instead, another hand did, both securing the pajamas that were about to be washed away and firmly blocking him on the bank.

Shu He’s movement was stopped. He instinctively looked up, his almond eyes reflecting Xu Nongqing’s face as he looked down at him. Those dark eyes, which were always hard to read, now revealed an indescribable ripple.

To get the clothes, the distance between them had shrunk to a single hand’s breadth.

The sun wasn’t out today, and the weather was cool. Shu He couldn’t help but rub his fingers, which had gotten a little cold from the water. He felt that the way Xu Nongqing was looking at him was a little strange.

But he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Shu He lowered his head to take the dripping clothes that Xu Nongqing had picked up. Only then did Xu Nongqing look away, his expression blank as he moved the clothes away so Shu He couldn’t touch them.

Shu He grabbed at empty air and puffed out his cheeks, looking up at him. “What are you doing?”

Xu Nongqing didn’t answer. He just lowered his eyes and put the somewhat heavy clothes into the basin, along with the clothes Shu He had changed out of last night, and washed them all together.

Shu He: “…I’ll wash it myself.”

“It’s heavy.” Only then did Xu Nongqing look up at him, his voice low. “You can’t hold on. Are you going to lunge for it again like just now?”

“If you hadn’t interfered just now, I would have gotten it.”

Shu He was unconvinced.

Xu Nongqing’s lips pressed into a straight line. He looked down at the loose rock under his feet. “What if you fell in the river?”

“I wouldn’t. At most, one foot would have stepped into the river.” Shu He even raised his hand to simulate the situation. “I would have gone like this—grabbed, and if I didn’t get it, I would have stepped into the water. I wouldn’t have fallen.”

He turned his head to glare at Xu Nongqing, thinking he was deliberately picking a fight. But Xu Nongqing’s next words left him stunned.

“Your health is not good.”

“The water is cold. If you stepped in, you’d have a fever for days.”

Xu Nongqing’s tone was calm. After saying this, he lowered his eyes, the shadow of his long lashes hiding the emotion in his dark eyes. He put his hands into the basin and began to wash Shu He’s clothes.

His features were handsome and sharp, but at this moment, he looked inexplicably cold. Shu He looked at his face, then down at the clothes he had changed out of last night in the basin. The cowlick on his head should have turned into a question mark by now.

What’s he doing?

Why is the protagonist talking in that tone?

If I fell in the river, the protagonist should be happy, right? A rare opportunity for revenge.

Shu He couldn’t understand what Xu Nongqing was thinking at all.

He pouted and moved from his spot to Xu Nongqing’s side, watching him wash the clothes closely, not letting him ruin his new pajamas.

When it came to the final step of wringing out the clothes, Shu He took the pajamas, intending to wring them out himself.

Who knew the clothes would be surprisingly heavy.

So heavy that Shu He’s arms were sore and he couldn’t exert any strength at all. His almond eyes were wide as he stood there, his palms a little red.

Xu Nongqing’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, took the clothes from his hands, and wrung them out in a few twists. Then he looked at Shu He, who was sulking over the clothes, and softened his tone. “Let’s go home.”

Shu He followed behind Xu Nongqing, dejected and absent-minded.

Why were his parents so strong, and Xu Nongqing was so strong too?

Only he was weak.

His villainous authority was almost gone…

Shu He sneezed.

He covered his hands and looked up at the overcast sky. When he looked back, he found Xu Nongqing had turned around, his dark eyes watching him with a heavy gaze.

Shu He tilted his head slightly.

He completely couldn’t understand what Xu Nongqing was thinking. “What are you doing…”

Xu Nongqing: “Take your medicine when we get back.”

Why was he, like Uncle Fang, always talking about taking medicine? Shu He’s almond eyes widened. He quickly walked over to Xu Nongqing and reached up to feel his forehead.

But his hands were too cold.

So cold that everything he touched felt hot. He couldn’t tell if Xu Nongqing had a fever at all.

This action brought them closer. Shu He looked up, his breath soft and fragrant. Xu Nongqing looked at him and suddenly bent down. The height difference shrank, causing Shu He’s tiptoed feet to lower.

He looked at the person in front of him blankly, his beautiful, pale face showing a pure innocence.

…What’s he doing?

“I don’t have a fever.” Xu Nongqing’s voice was low as he looked at Shu He at eye level. His handsome brow was narrow. He raised his hand, his palm closing around Shu He’s slender wrist, and slowly pulled it down.

Shu He’s hands were icy cold, and so was his wrist, like touching a block of ice. In contrast, Xu Nongqing’s entire palm was as hot as a stove.

Shu He looked down and suddenly grabbed Xu Nongqing’s large palm.

His sudden movement stopped what Xu Nongqing was about to say next. Xu Nongqing stiffly looked down and saw Shu He’s slender white hand resting in his own.

His hands, like the rest of him, looked pale and delicate, a size smaller than his. He could hold them completely in one hand.

“Your hand is so hot.”

Shu He’s almond eyes were sparkling. Curious and unable to resist, he held his hand tighter, lifting it up to use as a human hand-warmer to warm his own fingers, which were so cold they were starting to feel numb.

If he held on, his hands wouldn’t be cold anymore, right?

Shu He hesitated and glanced cautiously at Xu Nongqing. He thought of Rule X in The Complete Guide to Villainy: 【Ignore all of the protagonist’s wishes and do as you please.】

So, after a moment’s hesitation, he decided not to ask for Xu Nongqing’s opinion.

Shu He lowered his curled lashes, his expression serious as he tightened his grip on the man’s large palm.

He took two steps back, pulling the hand along—he couldn’t move it.

The hand was surprisingly strong. Shu He’s almond eyes widened as he looked at Xu Nongqing, then puffed out his cheeks and gave it a second, forceful tug.

Xu Nongqing suddenly gripped Shu He’s cold hand back, holding it tightly in his palm. Their skin pressed together, and then, for some reason, their fingers intertwined.

Stunned, a surprised voice suddenly came from ahead.

“You two—”