The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 13

Chapter 13: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 13

Shu He tilted his head up slightly, stunned by the question.

It threw him for a loop, leaving him bewildered and confused. Why would the protagonist ask such a thing?

He had only known Wang Wanwan for about ten minutes. Of course he liked the spicy strips.

Shu He puffed out his cheeks, about to answer, but Xu Nongqing had already looked away and gone inside to get the clothes rack, as if the question had just been a casual one.

Shu He mumbled to himself and sat down to the side, starting to tear open the spicy strip packaging.

With a rip, a strong, artificial aroma wafted out. Shu He twitched his nose and hesitantly leaned in for a sniff. The smell was a little different from what he had imagined.

Xu Nongqing was hanging up the clothes.

Hearing the noise, he paused and looked at Shu He. His lips silently pressed into a straight line, his brow furrowing slightly. “Your health isn’t good. Eat less of that.”

Of course, Shu He didn’t eat much.

In fact, he took one bite and immediately pushed the spicy strips away.

Then he scrambled to his feet, his face red as he frantically searched for water. He gulped down glass after glass from the kettle, so desperate that tears started to fall, pearl-sized and pitifully clinging to his sharp chin.

“What do I do…”

Shu He’s small mouth was slightly agape, his eyes red as he moved closer to Xu Nongqing, wanting him to look at his mouth to see if something had scratched it and made it bleed.

Otherwise, why would he feel so awful, a feeling that no amount of water could quench?

The clothes hanger in Xu Nongqing’s hand clattered back into the bucket. His arm was grabbed, and his dark eyes reflected the boy’s pitiful state.

His slightly parted lips were red, and the small tip of his tongue that was showing was also a vivid red.

Some tears had fallen, while others stubbornly clung to his lower eyelids, on the verge of dropping. His lips were still moist with water droplets.

Xu Nongqing raised his hand, his thumb pressing against the corner of Shu He’s lips. His gaze lowered slightly, as if he were carefully examining it for him.

Seeing this, Shu He couldn’t help but lean in closer, wanting him to see clearly.

He was practically leaning into Xu Nongqing’s arms; with one move, he could have embraced him.

Xu Nongqing lowered his eyes, touched Shu He’s somewhat moist lips, and then his hand gently slid down, wiping away the clear tears from his face.

“It’s not scratched.”

Shu He sniffled in confusion. “But I feel so awful…”

His eyes grew hot, and he was about to cry again. But just then, Xu Nongqing suddenly raised his hand towards Shu He’s lips. Shu He only felt something cool and refreshing in his mouth.

His tears stopped. He closed his mouth in a daze and bit down. A sweet and sour juice instantly burst forth, overwhelming his taste buds.

Shu He’s almond eyes sparkled. Through his teary vision, he looked down and saw a peeled orange in Xu Nongqing’s hand. He broke off a segment and brought it to Shu He’s lips again.

Shu He opened his mouth and took it from his hand, his philtrum pursed as he mumbled, “Where did you get this?”

Xu Nongqing’s gaze never left him. “Picked it outside.”

With that, he pulled open the large pocket of his jacket, revealing four fresh oranges inside.

Shu He bent down to take one, not realizing that at this distance, he was almost completely enveloped by Xu Nongqing’s coat. He bit the tip of his tongue and asked, “Do they have an owner?”

“They’re ours.” Xu Nongqing looked down at him. “Planted over ten years ago. They bear fruit every year.”

“That’s great.”

The spiciness had mostly subsided. Shu He slowly ate the orange, having already moved to the table and thrown away the spicy strips.

He didn’t like them.

Xu Nongqing definitely wouldn’t eat them either.

So they had to be thrown away.

Wang Wanwan could eat such things. How amazing… Shu He’s cheeks were puffed out as he ate, a little impressed.

After the chaos, Xu Nongqing went to the woodshed to prepare the chicken soup. Shu He didn’t follow like a little shadow this time. He was very afraid of the cold now and just wanted to sit by the charcoal fire at all times.

The chicken soup needed time to cook. Taking advantage of this break, Xu Nongqing pushed open the door and returned to the house.

He looked at the boy sitting by the charcoal fire, reading a book, and said in a low voice, “I won’t be home tomorrow. I can’t wake you up.”

Shu He immediately lifted his head.

“Where are you going?”

“Shuian Town.” After a pause, Xu Nongqing added, “It’s almost New Year’s. We need to buy supplies.”

“Then I’m going too.” Although Shu He was a little frustrated to be wearing the “little shadow” title again, he was mostly proud.

This was professionalism!

He put down his book, lifted his chin high, and stated decisively, giving Xu Nongqing no chance to refuse, “I’m going. You have to wake me up tomorrow.”

Gazing into those beautiful almond eyes, Xu Nongqing lowered his gaze, swallowing the words “your health is not good, don’t overexert yourself.”

He was silent for a moment before giving a taciturn “Mm.”

*

Shu He was looking forward to tomorrow’s trip.

He had been here for so long but had never been to the town or seen any other scenery.

Everything here was different from the interstellar era.

Shu He chanted with anticipation, before meals and after meals. Even when he went to sleep, his excitement caused him to have a little bit of insomnia.

Shu He didn’t remember when he fell asleep.

When he was woken up by Xu Nongqing in the early morning, Shu He was groggy, his eyes barely able to open.

It felt like he had just fallen asleep.

How was it time to get up already?

Shu He rolled over and wrapped himself in the blanket, his pale cheek pressed against it. He thought drowsily, maybe he shouldn’t go after all.

He opened his mouth, but hesitated, unable to make a sound.

He couldn’t be defeated by waking up…

Just thinking about it took a lot of effort. He closed his eyes and quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Xu Nongqing, who was standing by the bed watching this, was speechless. “…”

“Shu He.”

Shu He’s sleeping face was serene, his eyelashes resting obediently on his lower eyelids, showing no reaction at all.

Xu Nongqing bent down, picked up the sweater from the head of his bed, then reached out, pulled back the covers, and lifted Shu He out.

Shu He opened his eyes and looked blankly at the man who was so close. Xu Nongqing looked at him silently. The next second, the boy’s eyelids drooped again, and he slumped into the crook of his neck.

“…”

Xu Nongqing calmly picked up the sweater and helped Shu He get dressed.

In his sleep, Shu He seemed to sense what Xu Nongqing was doing. He closed his eyes and groggily raised his arms, his head struggling to pop out of the sweater’s collar, like a little kitten climbing out of a cardboard box.

At this moment, he was a little stubborn yet very obedient. It took Xu Nongqing nearly ten minutes to dress him in layer after layer of clothes.

“What time did you go to sleep last night?” Xu Nongqing stood in front of him and asked, looking down.

Shu He, with his eyes closed, shook his head, half-asleep. His dark hair was messy from the clothes. Xu Nongqing reached out, smoothed down the cowlick on his head, and then went to get a comb.

It was like dressing a doll.

Finally, Xu Nongqing went to the wardrobe to get Shu He’s socks. When he came back, Shu He was somewhat awake, staring blankly at the floor with his moist eyes half-open.

Xu Nongqing brought the socks over, knelt down in front of him, and held Shu He’s pale, reddish ankle with his warm hand. His thumb gently pressed against the ankle bone as he slowly pulled the sock on.

Shu He became more and more awake.

He twitched his leg, looking at the man kneeling in front of him with hesitation and confusion.

Xu Nongqing was always very tall.

He was nearly one-point-nine meters tall. Usually, Shu He had to tilt his head up slightly to see his expression.

It was rare for him to be looking down at Xu Nongqing like this.

In this position, it seemed that not only his height had shrunk, but something else as well.

Shu He gripped the soft blanket under him slightly. Xu Nongqing held his ankle, and he couldn’t pull his leg back. He couldn’t help but glare at him. “…What are you doing?”

“Putting on your socks,” Xu Nongqing said.

Shu He felt he was doing it on purpose.

Of course he knew he was putting on his socks.

The question was, why was the protagonist putting on the villain’s socks?

He was the bad guy!

A bad guy who was supposed to be at odds with the protagonist.

Shu He stared at Xu Nongqing. Xu Nongqing kept his eyes lowered, calmly and composedly putting the sock on his other foot and even thoughtfully tying his shoelaces.

“Alright, are you awake now?” Xu Nongqing stood up.

Shu He gave a hesitant “Mm,” got up to wash up. When he was done, he went to get his watch and found that it was only 6:30.

“The bus comes before seven.” Xu Nongqing stood at the door, tilting his head slightly to wait for him. “Minus the wasted time, it’s just right.”

It was almost New Year’s. Those who were returning to the village had already returned, and those who needed to buy supplies had mostly done so two weeks ago.

So there were hardly any passengers on the bus, just two old people sitting in the front row.

The moment Shu He stepped onto the bus, he was hit by the stuffy smell and froze.

He went straight to the last row and chose a window seat, trying to open the window. But just as he opened it a little, Xu Nongqing’s hand blocked it.

Shu He turned his head in confusion, looking at him with a hint of physical discomfort.

The bus started, and a cold wind blew in through the crack in the window.

Xu Nongqing closed the window completely, then lowered his eyes slightly, his dark eyes reflecting Shu He’s somewhat pale face.

He suddenly softened his voice. “The cold wind will make you catch a cold.”

“But I feel sick.” Shu He sniffled, his head spinning, his voice soft and muffled. “I forgot I get carsick. I wouldn’t have come if I had known…”

Xu Nongqing looked at him without speaking, lost in thought.

The system noticed that the detection threshold in its backend had turned red again.

It focused its attention. In the bus, Xu Nongqing suddenly reached out and supported Shu He’s head, telling him to lean against him and sleep for a while.

Sleeping would make it better.

Shu He’s eyes were moist. He leaned against Xu Nongqing’s shoulder and closed his eyes. The fine black hair on his forehead rested softly, revealing his somewhat sickly pale brow.

He was both spoiled and frail, difficult to raise.

As if feeling a little uncomfortable, Shu He shifted around, then moved again. He sat on Xu Nongqing’s firm lap, resting his head in the crook of his neck, his eyes closed.

He was comfortable like this.

But Xu Nongqing stiffened.

The hand hanging at his side clenched and unclenched. Finally, with a very slight movement, he lowered his eyes. Close at hand was the tip of Shu He’s pert nose, and his lips, which were slightly pursed in discomfort.

His lips were pink, as if faintly emitting a delicate fragrance.

Xu Nongqing raised his hand, his thumb gently resting on Shu He’s pale cheek. He watched him with unprecedented focus, the light and shadow in his dark eyes dim, his emotions churning. Finally, he slowly leaned in.

A soft, sweet scent, and the corner of his lips, so close.