I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

stop stop stop!

Realizing that something was wrong, Xiao Yu slapped his face to stop the sudden and unclear emotions and random thoughts.

Ye Zhao didn't have as many scenes as him, but he felt that Xiao Yu was so dedicated that he was willing to push the plot forward even though he was not well yet.

How could he, a mere cannon fodder, lose to him?

Xiao Yu has done this much, so he has to cooperate with him even if he becomes a corpse.

Leaning against the headboard, coughing while recalling the original plot, Xiao Yu used the painful trick of cutting flesh and showing loyalty to gain the scumbag's trust, making the scumbag believe that he loved her and was willing to be used by her.

With this trust, the scumbag naturally spared no effort to assist the protagonist Xiao Yu and the protagonist Lan Yun to achieve great harmony in life.

No, now you should call me Xiao Yuer.

As for why he is called Xiao Yuer?

Do you know an allusion?

While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits?

whee.

It doesn’t matter who is the snipe and who is the clam, the winner is definitely the fisherman - Xiao Yu - Little Fisherman.

As I was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.

"come in."

Ye Zhao adjusted his expression and spoke.

Cuiwei and Xiao Yu come in.

"Master, I have brought Miss Xiao here." Cuiwei reported.

Ye Zhao said to Xiao Yu, "Come here."

Xiao Yu was frightened and did not move for a long time.

Cuiwei was unhappy and pushed him.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Xiao Yu gritted his teeth and walked through the veil to stand in front of him.

Before he could salute, Ye Zhao raised his hand to stop him and lifted a corner of the quilt, "Come in."

The beauty moved a little further to the inside, slowly raised her chin and looked at him.

Because of that posture, her black hair scattered on her chest like a waterfall, her skin was as white as frost and snow, and her face looked like cream under the reflection of the night pearl.

"No, my lord, I..." Xiao Yu swallowed her saliva helplessly and resisted stubbornly.

Ye Zhao was already sleepy, but he had to force himself to stay awake. He covered his lips and yawned, "It's so cold, hurry up..."

His mind was confused, and by the time Xiao Yu reacted, he was already in his bed.

As they got closer, clothes rubbed against each other and hair tangled together. Xiao Yu's brain froze and his body was as still as a wooden chicken.

The beauty's body is fragrant, as are her hair and quilt, like flowers and clouds.

Suddenly, a biting chill approached and he almost fell off the bed.

Ye Zhao pulled him, and Xiao Yu cried out in fear from the cold.

Good ice.

"Your Majesty..."

Looking back, from his perspective, a small tuft of hair was embedded in Ye Zhaoru's smooth and delicate chest, which aroused endless reverie and a faint fragrance.

In an instant, Xiao Yu couldn't stand it anymore and his nose felt hot.

I quickly touched my nose, luckily there was nothing, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself.

As she was moving, she accidentally touched Ye Zhao's body, and she was so cold that all her romantic thoughts disappeared.

Ye Zhao grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pushed him against the pillow, and pulled the quilt up, stopping only when it covered his neck.

Xiao Yu didn't know whether he was expecting, afraid or rejecting, so he closed his eyes tightly.

But after waiting for a long time, the other party did not move, so he opened his eyes cautiously.

Ye Zhao just snuggled up to his side, his shoulders and arms touching his. When he met his probing gaze, he resumed his ferocious look, "What are you looking at? Close your eyes!"

Xiao Yu did as he was told, but an unpleasant threat rang in his ears—

"This prince is giving you a chance. Serve me well and I will ensure you prosperity and wealth. If you dare to disobey, I will break your legs and expel you from the palace."

He turned his face away and pursed his lips in disdain.

At first, after Xiao Yu entered the bed, his body was not very warm and could not attract Ye Zhao.

As time went by, the temperature rose and it became like a furnace. Ye Zhao was enduring the severe cold and suppressing it with his reason.

When she fell asleep, her body chased the source of heat and squeezed towards it, her hands tugging at the corner of his clothes, mumbling softly, "I'm so cold, hug me..."

For Xiao Yu, it was hard not to imagine how cold it felt to have an ice sculpture next to him, freezing him and sticking to him.

At first I thought the young master was sick and still wanted to have sex, but now I realize I misunderstood. The meaning is still the same, it's all about "warming the bed".

However, the young master was comfortable, but he was uncomfortable. He was like a frozen vegetable surrounded in the snow, half dead.

Especially when he heard Ye Zhao shouting for someone to hold him, he was furious.

No, he really couldn't stand it anymore. If this continued, he would die if Ye Zhao didn't die.

In order to make himself feel better, Xiao Yu persuaded himself that he was holding him awkwardly, and his breathing slowed down for a second.

In order not to arouse suspicion, he secretly circulated the demonic power in his body, converted them into heat, and transferred them from his body to Ye Zhao to drive away the cold for him.

The coldness in his body turned to warmth, Ye Zhao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Xiao Yu stared at it for a long time, then snorted, "It's so ugly."

I sniffed the fragrance on his neck honestly, wondering what kind of fragrance it was. It was something I had never heard or seen before, and I really liked it.

I made up my mind that when I woke up I would ask him what spices he used.

Cuiwei in the room heard the even breathing sound, quietly retreated, and closed the door gently.

A few days later, Ye Zhao made a miraculous discovery.

Xiao Yu was truly a natural heater. Whenever he was around, the cold would quickly dissipate. He regained a lot of energy and his cough was alleviated.

The least noteworthy thing is that the ghost who wrote letters to harass him never appeared again.

The previous content was all about peeping at him taking a bath, how white he was, or how cute he was, or how he wanted to fuck him, and so on and so forth.

After he captured Xiao Yu to warm his bed, all he received on the first day were heartbroken letters from that lonely ghost, and nothing else after that.

It really kills two birds with one stone, no, it kills three birds with one stone, and it can advance the plot.

As I said before, in the original novel, the scumbag wanted to win Xiao Yu's "heart" so that he could control him and use him for his own purposes, while Xiao Yu wanted to conquer him and gain his "trust" so that he could take advantage of Lan Yun's luck and ascend to heaven.

Little did they know that Xiao Yu couldn't be happy.

Every time Ye Zhao only cared about his own pleasure, and when he felt comfortable, he would kick him off the bed.

The maids and servants saw him constantly going in and out of his room, and mocked him in a sarcastic tone, saying that he could only use his beauty to please others and that he would never be happy.

Or they would sharpen their knives and stare at him, causing him to feel very stressed.

Finally, when there was no meat in the meal again, Xiao Yu slammed the table, put down his chopsticks, and ran to the outside of Ye Zhao's Nian Yi Pavilion to ask for a meeting.

Cuiwei and Luqiao came out and didn't see him. Cuiwei and Luqiao talked, "The prince is feeling better now. It seems that method is really effective. Why don't we pick a few more people with suitable looks, ages, and clean family backgrounds..."

"no!"

It was too late for Xiao Yu to realize his impulsiveness. The frightened Lu Qiao and Cui Wei were confused and he wished he could bite off his tongue.

Cuiwei and Luqiao exchanged a glance, and Luqiao understood, "Miss Xiao..."