Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

With the bed covered in flower petals, what else could Fu Yujin not understand?

This person had been eyeing him for a long time; when she married him, he didn't even give Akahoshi a second glance.

Fu Yujin felt guilty, heartbroken, and annoyed.

It's his fault; he didn't prepare earlier and Xingxing had to take the initiative herself.

Walking up to Chi Xing, Fu Yujin personally lifted the red veil from Chi Xing's head, revealing her excessively beautiful face.

Chi Xing smiled, her eyes sparkling like a sweet cake, a smile that warmed Fu Yujin's heart.

"Star."

Chi Xing smiled without saying a word, reached out and hooked Fu Yujin's arm around his waist, then kissed his cheek.

The kiss finally broke Fu Yujin's long-held rationality.

The room was filled with the scent of roses. Fu Yujin carefully laid the man down on the rose petals and gently kissed his face, nose, and lips...

Akahoshi whispered, "Ayu...husband..."

With each low call, Fu Yujin gradually lost ground. Before she could react, things spiraled out of control.

"You... um."

Fu Yujin tried to turn over, and at that moment he also realized that Chi Xing's strength was a bit excessive.

His lips were sealed again. Chi Xing opened his innocent big eyes and explored, his hand gently stroking the back of Fu Yujin's neck as he whispered comforting words:

"Ayu, lie down obediently, okay?"

With her collar disheveled, Chi Xing finally unbuttoned the top button of Fu Yujin's pajamas.

Fu Yujin was blushing with frustration, her hands crossed and pinned above her head by Chi Xing's single hand, making it impossible for her to move.

A series of delicate kisses fell, from her forehead down to her neck...

Fu Yujin trembled slightly and could only close her eyes.

Turning over and over

Akahoshi knows every part of Ayu, and he can easily drag him down with him.

The joy was so intense that her fingertips turned white from being pinched, creating a stark contrast with the red petals.

Sweat dripped onto the red petals, then slowly slid down...

midnight.

The room was brightly lit, and the blankets on the sofa showed faint signs of being soaked.

I don't know if it's tears or sweat.

Chi Xing carried Fu Yujin into the bathroom.

Warm water overflowed from the bathtub, the splashing sound mixed with a few muffled groans and low sobs.

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Fu Yujin couldn't remember how the little rascal had done this and that to her; she only remembered that Chixing had suddenly turned from a cute star into a wicked one.

Holding the cunning and wicked Xingxing, Fu Yujin gave him a resentful look.

"fraud."

His voice became hoarse, but there was no anger, only a deep sense of frustration.

Akahoshi rolled over and buried her face in his shoulder, asking with a wronged expression:

"Husband, are you angry?"

Fu Yujin wanted to be angry, but seeing how pitiful he looked, all her anger disappeared. However, she still had to pretend, lest this little rascal go even further next time.

"Well, I'm angry."

He turned his head away from Akahoshi, his slightly red and swollen eyes a little sore; last night was truly...

Chixing got up, walked to the other side of the bed and lay down, insisting on facing Ayu.

With her big eyes blinking, she insisted on leaning over to kiss Fu Yujin.

Fu Yujin tried to turn her head, but Chixing pressed her head down to prevent her from doing so.

"Red Star."

"Does Ayu not like me anymore?"

Fu Yujin was certain that if she dared to say she didn't like it, this person would immediately burst into tears.

Fine, I'll just consider it something I owe this little devil, and spoil him as I please.

Fu Yujin kissed his aggrieved lips and said earnestly, "I like you."

She lunged forward and hugged Fu Yujin tightly, a triumphant smile spreading across her face as she leaned against his neck.

Once it happens, it will happen again. From now on, he'll be in charge, and Ayu can't change positions.

Fu Yujin was unaware that her compromise this time would result in a lifetime of lying flat, and literally lying flat.

For several days in a row, Chi Xing followed Fu Yujin wherever he went.

Butler Wang discovered something.

Previously, Fu Yujin was always concerned about Chixing, afraid that he would fall or get hurt. But since the two moved into their marital home, it seems that the roles have been reversed.

What's even stranger is that Mr. Chi seems to have become less foolish.

No, when has Mr. Chi ever been stupid? He just doesn't like to talk.

In a household where servants handle all the mundane tasks, Akahoshi's previous state was not considered foolish by the housekeeper.

Chixing is the young mistress, and she doesn't have to do laundry or cook, so it's reasonable for her to sit quietly in the garden all day.

Moreover, Akahoshi doesn't just space out; he can also draw.

Just like now, Fu Yujin is having a video conference in her study, while Chixing is painting roses again.

However, when he looked at the pink roses, he drew blue roses instead.

The butler was momentarily confused and deeply shocked. Could this be art?

Those people think the young mistress is foolish, but they don't understand her art, do they?

Butler Wang began to observe the young mistress. He felt that someone who could paint such abstract paintings couldn't possibly be a fool.

How could someone with intellectual disabilities paint? And to paint the shadows so clearly and distinctly, it's simply... genius.

Akahoshi, who was trying to paint flowers using contrasting and complementary colors, had no idea that her haphazard scribbling was being regarded as genius by Butler Wang.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't deny it.

Yes, he is a genius!

After finishing a painting, the genius Chi Xing turned around and looked towards Fu Yujin's study.

They met a pair of deep, dark eyes.

When Fu Yujin was caught peeping from the balcony, she didn't leave but just stared at the person quietly.

Akahoshi beamed with a warm smile.

"Ayu."

The balcony railings are decorated with retro patterns, and green vines twine around them, some of which have already sprouted small blue flowers.

Akahoshi didn't recognize what kind of flower it was, but it matched Ayu's white shirt and ice-gray vest very well.

“Ayu, I want to draw you, just standing like this.”

Fu Yujin did not refuse him; the lawn between the second and first floors was not very high.

Originally, taking a photo and drawing it would have been fine, but Fu Yujin was happy to indulge him.

A tall, elegantly dressed man stood on a retro-style balcony, gazing peacefully at the young painter below.

Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and their gazes would seem to be locked in a silent exchange.

The young artist worked diligently, increasing his drawing speed. The prince on the balcony was so noble that the young artist wanted to learn more about him.

After finishing a painting, the young artist went straight upstairs and successfully touched the artwork he had been longing for, fulfilling his wish to learn more about it up close.

Artistic creation cannot be limited to distant viewing. Young artists must explore art by not only observing it up close but also personally sketching and refining it inch by inch.

The curtains in the study were drawn, and the young artist was working diligently at his desk, striving to win Fu Yujin's praise.

The Xuan paper was very thin; Akahoshi could even see the six-pack abs underneath. The owner of the abs had one end of the Xuan paper in his mouth, urging him to hurry up.

The painter calmly dipped his brush in ink and said, "Ayu, don't rush. Let's paint a traditional Chinese ink painting."