The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 50p1

Chapter 50: What’s Wrong with a Spoiled Beta 12 p1

No!

There’s one more thing I forgot.

Shu He hurriedly covered the camera, turned around, and drew the curtains in his room. Chu Chuanting had been in his room for the past two days when he was injured and knew the layout.

He couldn’t be seen.

With a “swish,” the curtains blocked out all the light. Shu He only turned on a small table lamp to ensure that his whole person looked blurry and his true identity would definitely not be seen.

After doing all this, he sat back on the bed to look at the camera. Chu Chuanting’s sharp and rebellious face appeared in it. He didn’t speak for a long time, just silently watching Shu He’s tightly wrapped appearance with a mask and a scarf.

Shu He was a little guilty.

He poked his cheek through the cool black mask, leaned forward a little, and took the initiative to explain in a soft voice, “I’ve had an allergic reaction on my face these past two days. I’m too embarrassed to show you, so I’m wearing a mask. You won’t blame me, will you?”

He had already found an excuse.

Chu Chuanting was silent for a while and said, “What about the scarf?”

“My neck is also allergic. There’s a large red patch. It will scare you.”

As Shu He made it up, he gained confidence, and his back also straightened. “I’ll show you in a while.”

Chu Chuanting asked again, “Why is the room so dark?”

“The light is broken. The repairman is only coming tomorrow. I only have a small table lamp here.”

Shu He hummed and hawed, not wanting him to ask any further. If he asked any more, he would be exposed. So he changed the subject. “Why did you suddenly call me for a video call?”

“I miss you. Can’t I even have a video call with my own partner?” Chu Chuanting propped his chin with his hand, his gaze sweeping over the brow and eyes that were covered by Shu He’s dark hair. Even if he was so tightly wrapped, his naive charm was still hard to hide.

So obvious, and he still thinks he’s hiding it well.

Stupid.

Chu Chuanting thought so, but his gaze softened a little. During the day, he was his plastic friend, and at night, he was his closest lover. “Little Hua.”

Shu He was writing his homework with his head down and answered casually.

“Let me see your face.”

Shu He looked up.

“What’s wrong with an allergic reaction? Even with an allergic reaction, you’re still the most beautiful Little Hua.” Chu Chuanting had put Shu He in a difficult position. “Take off the mask, okay? We’ve known each other for so long, and I still don’t know what you look like.”

Shu He: “…”

What kind of person is he?

He puffed out his cheeks, his round almond eyes glancing to the right, not knowing what he was thinking. Chu Chuanting waited with composure, wanting to see what other excuse he could come up with.

A minute later, Shu He seemed to have agreed. He raised his hand and placed it on the side of his mask. Just as he was about to take it off, Chu Chuanting couldn’t help but sit up straight, his dark eyes staring at him without blinking.

“Click.”

The small table lamp suddenly went dark.

The last trace of light in the room also disappeared.

Shu He turned down the screen light, took off his mask, and regretfully leaned close to the screen and said “Oops” a couple of times. “Brother, it seems there’s a power outage. I’ve already taken off my mask. Can you still see my face?”

“Look, I’m so close.”

Shu He’s cheek was pressed against the virtual screen, his almond eyes blinking. Chu Chuanting couldn’t see anything. “…”

Little Hua isn’t stupid at all.

He’s so smart he even thought of this trick. Chu Chuanting had thought he was finally going to come clean.

The person on the screen was silent for a few seconds.

Shu He pulled back a little, and was about to offer some fake comfort when he heard someone knocking on the door. He hurriedly hung up the phone, saying he had something to do and couldn’t talk, and then, without any defense, he got out of bed and walked to the door.

“Who is it?”

The moment the door opened, light streamed in. Shu He’s eyes blinked uncomfortably, and then he was completely stunned.

The tall man with the muzzle was blocking the door, his shoulders broad, his figure straight. The entire doorframe seemed unable to contain his body. Shu He stood by the door, so startled by his sudden appearance that he took a step back, and then wanted to close the door.

Chu Chuanbai propped his hand on the door, the veins on it prominent.

Shu He couldn’t close it with both hands, even with all his strength. In the end, he could only stare at this man with a flushed face, his lips moving. “What… what are you going to do now?”

“Let me in.”

His voice was hoarse, even deeper than yesterday. Even though today was already the fourth day of his susceptibility period, Shu He felt that his symptoms seemed to be even more severe. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to be bullied by an irrational Chu Chuanbai.

As if sensing the boy’s hesitation and rejection, Chu Chuanbai lifted his eyes, and a shadow fell on his brow, his eyelids heavy. “I’m wearing this. I can’t bite you.”

Shu He: “Then what are you here for? I’m not an Omega. I can’t help you.”

“You can.”

Shu He’s eyes widened.

“Let me hug you.” The hand on the door tightened, the bulging veins on the back of his hand a little ferocious. Shu He’s mind was buzzing as he stood by the door. He couldn’t withstand the pressure of this hand, and the door was easily broken open.

Chu Chuanbai turned and closed the door, then leaned his head against the cold door and panted. Shu He pressed against the wall and turned on the light, his eyes sore as he looked at the man’s wrist. On it was an iron ring, and countless terrifying wounds, some scabbed, some new, with not much blood. He must have cleaned it before coming.

Shu He could almost smell the metallic scent of blood.

He choked, and just stared at Chu Chuanbai, who was leaning against the door, panting. After a long time, Chu Chuanbai turned his head to look at him, his messy bangs covering his sharp brow.

He was not a gentle-looking person.

He and Chu Chuanting were six or seven parts similar, both with that kind of rebellious, unapproachable look, their features also sharp, their brow bones prominent. When they weren’t speaking, they were so intimidating that people were uneasy.

But one was a relaxed god, and the other pretended to be gentle and gentlemanly, and would usually not show that rebellious side. Only in special circumstances, for example, yesterday, for example, now, was Chu Chuanbai’s facade torn to shreds.

Shu He stood motionless, and was stared at by Chu Chuanbai for who knows how long. The man’s voice was low and hoarse, so soft it was only a breath. “Let me hug you, okay?”

Shu He’s heart was beating very fast.

He said in a tight voice, “Will you leave after a hug?”

Chu Chuanbai was quiet for a long time before he said, “I want to hug you for a whole night, like yesterday.”

Shu He: “But I’m scared.”

“I can’t bite you.” Chu Chuanbai lowered his eyes and said, then closed his eyes, took something from his suit pocket, his movements slow and trembling, as if he couldn’t even hold it steady. After half a minute, Shu He saw that he had taken out a round remote control.

Chu Chuanbai struggled to bend down, placed the remote control on the floor, and pushed it to Shu He’s feet. “The remote control for the iron ring.”

He took a breath. “You don’t have to use my hand. If I hurt you, you can press it to make me stop.”

The remote control had only one red button.

There was no need to learn to distinguish it.

Shu He picked it up, and with a complicated feeling, he looked at this thing. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He didn’t look up, knowing it was Chu Chuanbai.

A dark shadow fell, and Shu He was pulled back half a step. He held the round remote control tightly. The first thing Chu Chuanbai did when he hugged him was to press against the side of his neck, but he happened to be wearing a scarf, and he couldn’t touch anything.

Shu He had taken off his scarf and mask.

Chu Chuanbai did not ask him why he was wearing these on a hot day. He closed his eyes and held Shu He. Shu He could feel the hard muzzle against his neck, a little cold. All of Chu Chuanbai’s aggression was blocked by this muzzle.

After a long time, Shu He said in a muffled voice, “I still have to do my homework.”

Chu Chuanbai held him, turned his head to look at his hot, flushed face, and after a rustling sound, Chu Chuanbai sat at the desk, and Shu He sat on his lap, his face against the desk, writing his homework.

His cheeks were very red, and he felt this was very strange, but there was no better solution. As he was writing his homework, a large palm rested on Shu He’s soft little stomach through his clothes.

He said in a small voice that it tickled. Chu Chuanbai lowered his head and pressed against the back of his neck, not making a sound, but his hand was still. Shu He was immersed in his homework for a while, and when he encountered a difficult problem, he propped his cheek with his hand and troubled a sick person. “How do you do this problem?”

Chu Chuanbai opened his eyes.

He silently held Shu He, his chin on his slender shoulder, his unfocused eyes looking at the problem the boy’s beautiful fingertips were pointing at. After a long time, he finally managed to see clearly that it was a multiple-choice question about the firing method of a certain model of gun.

“D.”

His breath was hot, and it sprayed on the side of Shu He’s ear. Shu He shivered all over, turned his head, and covered his ear as he wrote down the answer.

He had completely forgotten that Chu Chuanbai was a sick person.

For the next questions, Shu He asked Chu Chuanting on his terminal one by one. Chu Chuanting was a little more entangled than Chu Chuanbai. He would always guide him with clues when he gave an answer, wanting him to answer it himself.