“Don’t move.”
A dagger pressed against Li Miao’s waist. Moonlight shone into the room, and a figure could be dimly seen.
A strong smell of blood drifted over, and warm breath brushed his ear.
Li Miao slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers relaxing slightly as they curved. “This brave hero, let’s talk this out nicely…”
But the person standing behind him could not see that Li Miao was currently wearing a lazy, carefree smile.
Even at a life-or-death moment, there was not a trace of fear.
“Where did he go?”
“Split up and chase him! Search room by room, we have to find him!”
Voices came from outside the door, and the smile in Li Miao’s eyes deepened.
“Someone outside seems to be looking for you, brave hero.” Li Miao emphasized the words brave hero heavily, yet his tone carried a strangely lingering tenderness.
“Stop talking. Squat down.” The voice behind him was muffled with pain.
“Of course… brave hero.” Li Miao raised an eyebrow and cooperated by slowly squatting down, only to suddenly turn around the next second.
Shen Yu did not even see Li Miao’s movement clearly before the knife in his hand changed owners.
“Good children shouldn’t play with knives.” The situation in the room instantly reversed.
The blade flashed with cold light in the moonlight, pressed horizontally against Shen Yu’s neck.
Li Miao showed no mercy at all. In an instant, beads of blood were already surfacing one after another.
“Should I tell them that there’s another person in my room?” Li Miao’s eyes were full of wicked amusement, and his slightly upturned tone sounded like a demon’s whisper.
“If I shout once… do you think you could still get away?”
“Or… make a deal? I’ll save your life.” The demon finally threw out a bargaining chip.
“…What do you want me to do?” The lost traveler had no choice but to sell his soul.
“Snap…” The lights blazed on, revealing the demon’s face, beautiful enough to charm the heart. His robe was loosely tied at the waist, exposing a large stretch of fair collarbone.
Li Miao curled his lips and whispered in Shen Yu’s ear.
Shen Yu looked up in disbelief.
“Up to you.” Li Miao shrugged. “Of course, you can also choose to refuse.”
“I’m not much for talking about myself, but I’m easygoing.” Li Miao smiled sweetly.
Shen Yu stared at Li Miao with a heavy gaze. After a long while, he finally moved, and his dark blue coat fell to the floor.
The white shirt was stained with large swaths of bright red blood, clinging to his body and outlining solid muscle lines.
“Continue.” Seeing the boy stop moving, Li Miao raised an eyebrow slightly.
The boy immediately looked at him with restrained anger.
“It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry.” Li Miao’s beautiful peach blossom eyes curved, and he spread both hands, completely at ease.
He even took out a cigarette, lowered his head, and lit it.
After all, the one in a hurry would not be him.
When the cigarette was almost burned out, the boy finally moved. With a trace of humiliation in his eyes, he slowly reached for his shirt.
One button, two buttons… revealing a beautiful line of collarbones.
Li Miao’s peach blossom eyes were cold as he watched the boy patiently through the swirling smoke.
At last, Li Miao exhaled a puff of smoke and magnanimously called for a stop.
The boy in the robe walked closer, carrying a faint citrus scent, his shadow falling over Shen Yu.
His slender fingers tapped the ash, and the still-warm ash landed mercilessly on the boy’s coat and shirt.
Up close, he could finally see clearly: the boy before him had eyes dark as lacquer, thin lips slightly pressed together, and a taut jaw.
It was a face stunning at first sight.
A flash of amazement crossed Li Miao’s eyes. He smiled and bent down, the cigarette caught between his long, fair fingers, glowing with a tiny crimson point.
…
The door was abruptly pushed open.
The newcomer apparently had not expected anyone to be inside and froze for a moment. “Hello, have you seen…”
“Get lost! Can’t you see I’m busy?” Li Miao turned back with a cold expression, his eyes icy enough to kill.
“Have you seen a boy in a dark blue school uniform…”
Seeing the beautiful yet freezing face before him, the man swallowed the rest of his words and glanced at the figure Li Miao was blocking.
Vaguely, two hands could be seen weakly relaxed, held above the head and pressed against the wall, trapped in Li Miao’s grasp.
Apparently too embarrassed to bear it, the boy kept his head lowered, a large expanse of neck exposed with ambiguous marks scattered across it.
While silently marveling that rich people really knew how to play, he nodded repeatedly and pulled the door shut. “Sorry to disturb you!”
Shen Yu barely held on until Li Miao brought him home before losing consciousness.
『Is he the one who will kill me a few years from now?』 Li Miao asked in his mind.
『Theoretically, yes. No host has escaped plot death so far,』 a mechanical voice answered. 『But host, rest assured: after the plot death, I will send your soul into a new small world, and you will live on with a new identity.』
Theoretically yes, so that means it could be changed?
If that was the case… Li Miao curled his lips. He had never agreed to the system’s plan to go to a new small world.
Shen Yu’s knife was truly sharp. Li Miao toyed with it in his hand, and with a light touch of his index finger, a bead of blood appeared.
Li Miao smiled, lowered his head, and once again placed the blade across Shen Yu’s neck. The difference was that Shen Yu was unconscious this time.
Just a little lower…
『…』 The system was somewhat speechless. 『Host, killing the main character will cause the small world to collapse.』
“Tsk.” Li Miao withdrew his hand somewhat displeased.
He should not have gone to the hotel tonight. He should have just let Shen Yu wait to die. If Shen Yu fell into those people’s hands, he would be lucky to come out alive without losing a layer of skin.
“It would be better if you died…” Li Miao grabbed Shen Yu’s chin and tilted his head left and right, clicking his tongue.
His voice was not loud, but Li Qi and Li Jiu, standing nearby, heard it clearly.
Li Qi and Li Jiu: …?
“But living is fine too. Such a beautiful face would be a pity to waste in death.” Li Miao quickly laughed again.
Li Miao had dyed his hair gold. His peach blossom eyes were beautiful, and his thin lips naturally carried a three-part smile, making him look frivolous and captivating. His skin also took after Madam Li; standing under the light, he was as fair as jade, without a single blemish.
It was a pity that Li Qi, outwardly respectful, was thinking in his heart: an angelic shell, but doing nothing but demonic things.
“Has the young master’s condition gotten worse again?” After putting the person down, Li Qi whispered to Li Jiu with a complaint.
Li Jiu shrugged and said nothing.
Li Qi clicked his tongue twice and looked at Shen Yu, who was pale and unconscious on the floor. “Good luck, brother.”