The Ultimate Cannon Fodder [Transmigration Book]

Hearing the sound, the servant immediately opened the door and walked in: "Master, what are your orders?"

Qian Ya's eyes still fell on the higher and higher water surface, and after listening to the splashing sound for a long time, he sighed and walked into the bathtub.

"You can talk to me..." Qian Ya was completely submerged in the water, looking up at the white ceiling of the bathroom, his voice was silent and sad, "Or you can sit next to me and look at me."

He just didn't want to be alone anymore.

He feels alone.

"Master, do you miss Master Chen?" The two masters, Qian Ya and Chen, take a bath on weekdays, and they are not allowed to come in.It is really abnormal for Qian Ya to let him in to accompany him now.

Furthermore, Qian Ya gave the servant a very different feeling tonight.There was no gleam in his coquettish eyes, like a pool of stagnant water facing no scenery, it was not the same as before.

After hearing what the servant said, Qian Ya twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a slight arc, as if he was smiling.

Then he nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

"Then do you know when Master Chen will return home?"

"...I don't know..." Qian Ya shook his head, "Maybe, maybe he won't come back..."

After Qian Ya finished speaking, he closed his eyes slowly as if escaping, the curves of the eyelids outlined by the thick eyelashes were like two crescent moons.

But the two crescents were wet.

I don't know if the water in the bathtub splashed, or because...he cried...

"No." The servant firmly denied, "Master Chen loves you, we servants can see that."

Qian Ya turned his head in the opposite direction from where the servant was, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, the servant knew that Qian Ya didn't want to continue this topic, so he stopped.

He didn't pay much attention to Qian Ya's body, out of respect for his master, his eyes only fell on Qian Ya's shoulders at most.

But even on the shoulder, he saw countless hickey marks and bite marks on it.

What happened?

Why did the two masters disappear at the same time, why did Gu Xian send someone to take care of the villa's affairs temporarily, why did Qian Ya come back, but Chen did not.

Why does Qian Ya look not happy at all...

But the servant didn't dare to ask more questions, he silently accompanied Qian Ya after taking a bath, and then accompanied him out of the bathroom.

"Master, I'll make you a glass of milk." The servant said.

"No, you can go back to the house and rest." Qian Ya's blue hair was hanging wet on his forehead, he was not in the mood to wipe it, and the servant didn't suggest it.

Because he knows that every inch of Qian Ya's skin and every hair belongs to Master Chen, and no one else can touch it.

"If you need anything, tell me anytime." The servant bowed to Qian Ya, went downstairs and left the door.

Tens of seconds later, only Qian Ya was left in the huge house.

He sniffed his arm, then elsewhere, and suddenly frowned.

He thought it was because he touched that woman, so the smell of the woman's perfume was always lingering in his nose, forcing him to take a bath when he was too tired to move.

Unexpectedly, the entire space was filled with an unfamiliar smell.

This kind of strangeness, like a big stone firmly pressed on Qian Ya's heart, made him almost breathless.

Qian Ya, who was about to go into the bedroom to sleep, had already put his hand on the doorknob, but slowly retracted it.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid that his and his master's bedroom will also be invaded by this smell, afraid that his and his master's bed will be stained, and afraid that I won't find a sense of belonging here.

Gu Xian has already arranged staff to his home...

Under the guise of helping Chen take care of affairs, he invaded Chen's life little by little, making Qian Ya feel depressed about this place.

He turned and went downstairs with a blank expression, took a few bottles of white wine from the wine rack, sat on the blanket that Chen gave him for drawing under the sofa in the living room, opened the bottle and poured it directly into his mouth.

The alcohol was extremely strong, burning his throat, and it was purer than the liquor he had drunk in the real world.

Qian Ya had difficulty swallowing, the wine spilled all over his body, but he never put down the bottle.

He is sad.

He is depressed.

He doesn't want to wake up.

He is not capable enough.

He couldn't beat Gu Xian.

He misses the master.

But the master doesn't come back...

While filling himself with wine, Qian Ya stared blankly at the bracelet on his wrist with blurred eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into an arc of grievance.

big liar……

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so Qian Ya raised his wrist wearing the bracelet and slammed it hard against the coffee table. His wrist hurt so much that he didn't stop, it was useless at all...why wear it...

Fortunately, perhaps because of the alcohol, his body swayed, he couldn't sit still and fell on the carpet, and stopped his almost masochistic behavior.

The bathrobe was loosely draped over his body, and the wine bottle in his hand was dumped. The colorless liquid wet the blanket, and the strong smell gradually invaded his sense of smell.

My head is getting dizzy and my eyelids are getting heavier.

He closed his eyes tiredly, hugged the bottle that was still dripping tightly, and curled up into a ball.

For a long time, the sensor light couldn't hear the movement in the house, so it turned off automatically.

The room was extremely silent, Qian Ya's breathing was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and he slept very restlessly.

Around three or four in the middle of the night, Qian Ya felt in a daze that his body was lifted from the ground.

He reflexively wanted to avoid the touch of those arms, he didn't feel safe, such an intimate contact, even if he was very drunk, made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart: "Go away..."

But Qian Ya's resistance was ignored, and the other party even intensified, hugging him in his arms.

"Hey, go to bed and sleep."

As soon as the other party's voice fell, Qian Ya, who was struggling very hard, froze for a moment, and then withdrew all his resistance.

He obediently leaned on the speaker's chest, allowing him to lift himself up and send him back to the bedroom.

During this period, Qian Ya's eyelashes trembled several times, but because of his drunkenness, he couldn't open his eyes.

Later, he felt that his lips were sealed by someone, such a domineering and familiar touch made Qian Ya raise his hand reflexively to wrap his arms around the other's body.

Chen's hand landed on Qian Ya's back, stroking lovingly.

"...Master..." Qian Ya closed his eyes and read inarticulately.Even if he is unconscious, he will not admit to the other party's breath no matter what.

"En." Chen responded, hugged Qian Ya's body tightly in his arms, and kissed his rosy cheeks little by little, "Little guy."

Qian Ya burrowed into his arms again, tears overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, making them wet.

"I'm back." Chen stroked Qian Ya's thin back and comforted him.

It was Qian Ya's familiar tone, and the scent of his familiar master was also in his nose.So Qian Ya raised his hand and grabbed Chen's clothes tightly, his plump lips squirmed for a long time, but Chen couldn't hear the syllables he uttered clearly.

Chen frowned, leaned over and listened carefully for a long time before realizing that Qian Ya was scolding him for being a jerk.