Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

A dreamless night.

Having exhausted himself the day before, Gu Yao slept soundly until dawn the next day.

When Gu Yao woke up, he found himself nestled in someone's arms, using them as a human heater. Without the slightest ripple of emotion, he turned and got out of bed with a blank expression.

He's just like a heartless scumbag.

As soon as Gu Yao woke up, 0529's cheerful voice came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Host, Xi Yue didn't sleep very well yesterday."

Gu Yao smiled; he did it on purpose.

"I deliberately chose this sleeping angle to maintain distance, yet let my breath brush against his neck. He must have been too restless to sleep yesterday."

Gu Yao stretched and got out of bed.

"Let's go make breakfast for our dear male lead."

Xi Yue also woke up late because he had slept too late the night before and was injured.

Gu Yao had just gone to the kitchen to make some porridge. In his previous life, besides seeking revenge, his only hobby was studying food.

Now it has come in handy.

Gu Yao brought the last dish into the house, and just then his eyes met those of Xi Yue, who was getting up.

Unfamiliarity with the environment nearly caused Xi Yue to bump into the lampstand.

Gu Yao was so frightened by what he saw that his heart stopped. He quickly put down his bowl, rushed over to support Xi Yue, and muttered a few words in his mouth.

"Ajiu, didn't we agree that I would take care of you? Why did you get up by yourself?"

Feeling the hand gripping his own trembling slightly in a panic, Xi Yue smiled and patted Gu Yao's arm reassuringly.

"It's alright, falling a couple of times will help me remember better. I need to get used to it quickly, I can't keep bothering Ah Sheng."

Gu Yao led the person to the table, setting out the bowls and chopsticks while nagging.

He pretended to be angry, "I saved your life, so it's mine. You're still injured, why are you making such a fuss?"

Xi Yue listened to these childish words, which were tough on the outside but soft on the inside, without saying a word. He smiled, fumbled around, picked up the bowl, and tasted a mouthful of the shredded meat porridge.

It has a savory and salty flavor, and the porridge is very thick, which shows that it must have been cooked for a long time.

Every grain of rice is infused with the aroma of meat, yet it's not greasy at all.

It's so delicious!

Gu Yao rested his chin on his hand, looking at Xi Yue with anticipation, "Ajiu, how is it?"

The young master's question sounded somewhat urgent, and Xi Yue understood.

Although it's unclear why this young master, who should never have lifted a finger, can cook, it's still quite delicious.

He nodded, put down his bowl, and smiled at Gu Yao.

"It tastes good. Did Ah Sheng make this?"

Gu Yao smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared, as if he was very happy that his cooking skills were recognized.

His tone was filled with obvious pride, "Yes, Ajiu is the first person to taste my cooking. I've been in poor health since I was a child, and my family doesn't allow me to go near the kitchen, so I can only cook for Ajiu."

Hearing the boy say that he was the first person to taste his cooking, Xi Yue felt a secret joy welling up inside him.

It's like discovering a treasure in a deserted place and wanting to hide it away.

Hearing that the boy would only cook for him, his joy was amplified infinitely, as if he and the boy had a secret that belonged only to the two of them.

What's even more precious is the pure and enthusiastic affection of this young man, which is so valuable that it makes one want to cherish it.

But the boy won't belong to just him.

Xi Yue clenched his fist and sighed inwardly.

I really want to hide them away.

Once I recover and leave, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see the boy again.

Should we try to find someone a minor official position in the capital?

The boy seemed worried that his friend was bored, and kept rambling on about interesting things.

It's just that today some young master went to cockfighting and got a good scolding from his older sister, or some shopkeeper got caught by his wife drinking with brothels.

Listening to the boy talk about trivial and unimportant things, I didn't find it boring at all.

When the boy got excited, he would gesture with his hands, and the wind he stirred up would carry the scent of spikenard, regardless of whether his only listener, who was "blind," could see it.

When it comes to these gossips, she talks on and on, chattering like a little sparrow.

Xi Yue did not seem impatient with this. Their interactions, whether speaking or listening, quiet or active, appeared quite harmonious.

In the afternoon, a servant from the Fan family came over and said he wanted to take Gu Yao home.

Gu Yao saw that the person in the lead was the butler beside the old master of the Fan family, and knew that there was no room for negotiation in this matter.

He looked at the group of people waiting outside the door and sighed.

In fact, his health had improved a lot since he first came to Jiangnan, but the Fan family still treated him like a porcelain doll.

Gu Yao was at an age where he was active and playful, and although he knew it was for his own good, he still felt uncomfortable being constantly restrained.

He was holding Xi Yue, and they were talking about the climax of the story he was reading. It seemed that they would have to continue this next time.

Gu Yao looked at Xi Yue with some embarrassment, feeling somewhat guilty.

Although Xi Yue's eyesight is not very good now, those who practice martial arts always have exceptionally sensitive senses.

He sensed Gu Yao's predicament. Although he was reluctant to part with him, Gu Yao's family had come to his door, and he couldn't very well keep him tied up and prevent him from leaving.

He forced a smile, "Ah Sheng's family is here. Go home with them. Didn't they show me around the yard several times this morning? I can take care of myself."

Gu Yao was a little reluctant to part with her, and grabbed Xi Yue's slightly cold hand as if afraid that she would run away.

"I've asked someone to bring you some daily necessities, and I've also asked the aunt next door to brew the medicine for you and bring it over. Take it three times a day. I haven't finished telling you the story of the fox spirit yet. I'll tell you the story next time I come. You're not allowed to listen to anyone else tell it."

Hearing Gu Yao's childish words, Xi Yue smiled sincerely.

The two were so close they were touching, their knees almost touching, their breaths mingling.

Xi Yue raised his hand, but hesitated for a moment before finally placing it on Gu Yao's head and rubbing it.

"Okay, I'll wait until you come next time to tell me the story of the fox spirit."

Having received the promise, Gu Yao reluctantly let go of Xi Yue's hand and pushed open the door to leave.

Seeing the butler at the door, Gu Yao felt a little scared; this was the first time he had stayed out all night.

Stepping forward respectfully, Gu Yao bowed his head and called out, "Uncle Chen."

When Butler Chen saw Gu Yao bowing his head and admitting his mistake, all his anger vanished.

He didn't say much, only glanced at Xi Yue sitting at the table from afar.

Xi Yue seemed to sense Butler Chen's gaze and nodded in his direction as a greeting.

Butler Chen felt a chill run down his spine; this demeanor was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

Although he was wearing ordinary cotton and linen clothes that he had bought from a nearby farmhouse yesterday, he exuded an air of nobility as he sat there, like a famous sword, understated and reserved, yet with hidden sharpness.

Hearing Gu Yao call his name, Butler Chen snapped out of his reverie, looked at the boy's innocent and naive appearance, and sighed inwardly.

I wonder if the person Young Master saved will be an ungrateful wretch.

The Fan family never participates in power struggles; they shouldn't risk harming themselves by saving a wolf cub.

Before closing the courtyard gate, Steward Chen gave Xi Yue a deep look.

Xi Yue seems to have become dulled; the person who was just moments ago with sharp senses seems like a completely different person.

He no longer felt the watchful eye of Butler Chen and simply poured tea for himself.

His focused posture made it seem as if the not-so-expensive tea was the most important thing at the moment.

Hearing the courtyard gate close, Xi Yue looked in that direction for a long time before slowly turning his gaze away.