The protagonist who hates losers is so sweet to me. - Chapter 52

“Song Xinqi.” As soon as Yu Qing spoke, he felt the person behind him tighten their embrace a little more. It felt like a searing heat source was pressed against his back, continuously roasting him.

He tried to shift a little, but the closeness between them only made it seem like he was adjusting the angle in a strange way, rather than creating distance.

The breath on his neck was hot, with a burn-like temperature, turning his entire neck a tempting shade of red.

Song Xinqi’s eyelids lifted slightly, and his once clear, dark eyes were now covered with a layer of hazy gray. His fierce brows had relaxed, and his aggressive demeanor had completely dissipated.

Yu Qing tried to pry the arm around his waist away, but Song Xinqi’s hold only tightened. The hot, husky breath moved from his neck to his ear, causing a shiver.

“Are you running a fever?” Yu Qing uncomfortably moved his neck.

One hand emerged from under the blanket and touched his forehead. “Fever?”

“It’s not me, it’s you. You seem to be about to reach level four ability evolution,” Yu Qing said.

He attempted to sit up but was pressed back down by Song Xinqi. Yu Xiaoxue peeked out from under the covers and was threatened by Song Xinqi when she was seen.

Yu Qing: “It’s so hot, I want to get out.”

Upon hearing this, Song Xinqi threw off the blanket. The blanket fell to the floor, covering Yu Xiaobai, who was crawling around.

Song Xinqi: “It’s not hot anymore.”

In his delirious state, he was exceptionally unreasonable. There was a bad thing continuously poking at him. Yu Qing gave up trying to reason with him and tried to shrink away to escape, but Song Xinqi noticed the intention and prevented him from using his abilities.

The more he tried to distance himself from the thing, the more his body couldn’t help but rub against it. The hard spot behind his thigh gradually awakened, even outlining its shape.

Song Xinqi furrowed his brow and held him tighter. “Don’t move.”

Who would dare move? Yu Qing certainly wouldn’t.

However, not long after, there was a knock on the door.

“Song Xinqi, someone’s here,” Yu Qing said.

At this moment, Song Xinqi seemed to be ignoring the sound, remaining completely still.

The person outside did not give up and continued knocking even after some time.

Yu Qing: “There might be something important, I need to check.”

Song Xinqi finally relented and released his grip. Yu Qing quickly adjusted his clothes, ensuring there was nothing inappropriate, and opened the door slightly.

Wei Zheng, who was outside, saw Yu Qing open the door. His expression froze for a moment before returning to normal: “This morning, the leader is supposed to go to a nearby safe zone to discuss an alliance. The departure time is almost here.”

Yu Qing only showed half of his face: “Does he have to go?”

“It’s not necessary, but the leader had previously said he would personally oversee it,” Wei Zheng replied honestly.

Song Xinqi’s ability evolution happened suddenly. Considering his personality, he probably didn’t want people to know. Yu Qing’s mind raced and he came up with a plan: “No, Song Xinqi promised to stay with me for the next few days, he can’t go.”

“But…”

Before he could finish, Yu Qing’s expression suddenly froze.

A pair of strong hands wrapped around Yu Qing’s arms, and a hot chest pressed against his back. A low, heated voice whispered in his ear: “Qingqing.”

Wei Zheng: “…”

Yu Qing: “…”

Yu Qing’s face instantly flushed: “You tell everyone that Song Xinqi won’t be going these days.”

Before Wei Zheng could respond, Yu Qing slammed the door shut.

Wei Zheng, left outside, stood still as if hit by some kind of spiritual shock.

On the other side of the door, Yu Qing leaned against it, using his hand to hold Song Xinqi’s shoulder: “You’re too heavy.”

In Song Xinqi’s eyes, the deep black mist made it clear that his current state was abnormal: “Who are you talking to?”

“To Wei Zheng. He came to find you, but I sent him away,” Yu Qing explained.

“Wei Zheng?” Song Xinqi released his hands, rested his chin on his head, and pressed him between himself and the door. “Don’t talk to anyone else.”

“You’re delirious, go lie down on the bed.”

Song Xinqi, not being delirious, rubbed against Yu Qing: “Still very energetic.”

Yu Qing hit his shoulder, unable to say anything.

“Qingqing…” Song Xinqi leaned down to find his lips. Facing the handsome face so close, Yu Qing’s eyelashes fluttered, and he turned his head away, feeling the high temperature on his cheeks.

He couldn’t distinguish whether Song Xinqi was saying “Qingqing” or “kiss kiss,” but neither seemed like something the normal Song Xinqi would say.

Yu Xiaoxue curiously looked at the two people entangled together, while Xiaobai, who had finally emerged from under the blanket, lay exhausted on the floor.

After finally managing to coax the delirious Song Xinqi back to bed, Yu Qing went to wash up and dress.

He would take care of Song Xinqi during this time, and temporarily put aside other tasks.

The fever from ability evolution lasted for two weeks. Song Xinqi had often been away from the safe zone, and the safe zone continued to function in an orderly manner. Yu Qing occasionally had to deal with the deputies who came by, but he used various excuses to brush them off.

The deputy spoke earnestly to him: “It’s been so many days. The leader should get back to work. Even if you have a good relationship, you can’t stay together all the time.”

“Uh, you’re right.” Yu Qing shrank the bowl of paste into his hand and acted hurriedly. “I’ll go talk to him now.”

Once the deputy’s gaze was out of sight, he slowed down, approached Song Xinqi’s room, and opened the door.

As the focus of the topic, Song Xinqi was unaware of the subtle change in his image in the deputy’s mind and was still in a coma.

Yu Qing moved a chair to the bedside, checked the temperature of the paste, and skillfully fed a spoonful to him. He pinched his jaw and pressed his throat, checking to see if he swallowed.

After feeding half a bowl of paste, he suddenly noticed that Song Xinqi seemed to be reacting. He stopped feeding and stared at him with anticipation.

Song Xinqi’s eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes opened immediately. His gaze was calm and deep, a sign of his normal state.

“You’re awake.” Yu Qing stood up. “You’ve finally woken up. You’ve been in a coma for a long time, a full two weeks. Many people came to find you, and I had a hard time keeping it a secret…”

Seeing Song Xinqi awake, Yu Qing finally felt relieved. He chattered about recent events and handed the bowl to him. “By the way, you haven’t finished your food. Eat it yourself.”

Song Xinqi’s hand, which had initially tried to support him, hesitated and then slowly fell back. “I don’t have the strength.”

Yu Qing, not doubting him, placed a pillow behind him so he could lean against it and eat. “Level four ability evolution actually has side effects.”

Holding the spoonful of food, Song Xinqi calmly swallowed.

“Finished eating?” Yu Qing asked after feeding the last spoonful. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Song Xinqi genuinely felt fine, with ample strength and full of energy.

Just like his last level three ability evolution, besides feeding, Yu Qing must have done other things as well; otherwise, lying down for two weeks would have made his limbs somewhat stiff.

But that wasn’t the point. Song Xinqi said, “Remember last time when we were in the wild during the fever and coma, there were no conditions to make paste. Yet, when I woke up, I still felt very strong. How did you manage that?”

“Well, that’s… not a big deal. It’s just…” Yu Qing’s gaze wandered as he thought about how to explain. His eyes caught the malicious smile tugging at Song Xinqi’s lips during a moment of dodging. “You did it on purpose.”

Yu Qing pursed his lips, his cheeks slightly puffed out. His embarrassed look made one’s throat itch.

Song Xinqi beckoned him closer with a finger.

“What for?” Yu Qing moved closer.
Song Xinqi grabbed his arm and pulled him down, causing him to fall unsteadily onto the bed.

In a daze, Yu Qing felt a soft layer covering his lips, followed by something hot and moist prying open his mouth and delving deep inside.

“Mm.” He tried to turn his head away, but his head was held firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to cling to Song Xinqi’s clothes, as if this could help him escape the confusion inside.

Ambiguous, watery sounds echoed in the room for a long time. Song Xinqi released his hold on Yu Qing’s head, his fingers brushing over his glossy, wet lips: “Was it like this when you did it?”

“…It wasn’t that exaggerated.” Yu Qing, unable to use his strength, felt his brain go blank from lack of oxygen, though his heartbeat was racing wildly.

He breathed heavily, his eyes shimmering with moisture, the corners of his eyes tinged with a tantalizing color. Lying on the bed, he resembled a vibrant, exotic painting.

Originally, Song Xinqi only intended to tease him, but Yu Qing’s reaction was far more intense than he had expected. Song Xinqi’s expression darkened slightly: “Want to try something else?”

“What?” Yu Qing’s voice trembled.

He had no experience in this area; he had only encountered such things in passing in novels and TV shows.

He felt like a snail stripped of its shell, anxiously waiting for the unknown, but Song Xinqi’s movements were very gentle. After the initial discomfort, he began to feel something different.

Song Xinqi kissed the corner of his lips and soothingly stroked his back: “Relax, it will feel very good.”

He stopped midway, brushing aside the slightly damp strands of hair from Yu Qing’s face: “How do you feel?”

Yu Qing buried himself in his embrace without speaking but gave Song Xinqi physical feedback.

In the living room, Yu Xiaoxue, who was licking her fur, perked up its ears and stood up. It had heard Yu Qing’s voice.

Following the intermittent sounds, she arrived at the bedroom door, but the room was locked from the inside and could not be opened.

“Meow—” Yu Xiaoxue scratched at the door. The noises inside suddenly stopped, but after a short pause, a few brief, muffled sounds leaked through.

“Don’t, mm… Yu, Yu Xiaoxue is outside.”

Yu Xiaoxue thought for a moment, then went back to grab Yu Xiaobai and tried to wedge him into the gap under the door. However, Xiaobai, being too fat, couldn’t fit through.

Frustrated, Yu Xiaoxue scratched the door with her paws.

The next morning, Yu Qing, covered in marks, lay with his back to Song Xinqi, sulking: “I’m going back.”

Song Xinqi embraced him: “Why?”

“I told you to stop, but you didn’t listen.” He was fuming.

“I’ll listen next time.” Song Xinqi was very agreeable.

Yu Qing noticed that he seemed different. There wasn’t much change in front of others, but when they were alone, he appeared much gentler.

As the cold wave hit, the safe zone experienced its lowest temperatures.

That night, Yu Qing, bundled up like a dumpling, opened the office door against the cold wind: “Song Xinqi, I heard you’re knitting a scarf for me.”

Song Xinqi was sitting in a chair with a pile of documents in front of him. Hearing Yu Qing’s words, he looked up and scoffed coldly: “How could that be? Who told you that?”

“Really? Was I mistaken?” Yu Qing rubbed his reddened, cold hands.

Song Xinqi: “Go to bed. It’s late and freezing.”

So, Yu Qing closed the door and left.

A few minutes later, Yu Qing, who had not left, suddenly opened the door again and saw a very exasperated Song Xinqi.

“Heh heh.” He forced a laugh, “I’m really leaving this time.”

The door closed once more, and Song Xinqi glanced at the tightly shut door before taking out the remaining scarf that still needed knitting.

His movements were careful and precise, with a rare tenderness hidden in his eyes.

At that moment, a tiny figure hugged his pants. Looking down, he saw thumb-sized Yu Qing looking up with a smug expression: “Caught you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Song Xinqi put down the scarf and, feeling helpless, placed the thumb-sized Yu Qing on the table: “Why are you still here?”

“I came to catch you.” Yu Qing sat on the edge of the table, swinging his legs. “So, why won’t you admit it?”

“…” Song Xinqi turned his face away, refusing to answer.

Yu Qing’s gaze shifted to the tips of his slightly red ears: “Oh.”

Song Xinqi put on a poker face: “Go to bed.”

Yu Qing, now at full size, supported the back of Song Xinqi’s chair, bent down, and kissed him: “Love you.”

The redness in Song Xinqi’s ears vanished instantly. He turned his head toward Yu Qing with a neutral expression.

Oh no.

Yu Qing’s internal alarm went off, and he jumped off the table: “I suddenly remembered I have something else to do.”

His movements were too slow, and Song Xinqi grabbed him back.

“Since you don’t want to sleep, then don’t sleep.”