After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Gong, I Ended Up with the Cannon Fodder - Chapter 12

Yin Man rolled over and immediately felt the emptiness beside her.

She jolted awake from her dream, only to find Liu Siyin gone.

She threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed, but even with all her strength, her legs barely twitched. She couldn’t even get out of bed, let alone go looking for Liu Siyin.

Where could Liu Siyin have gone, now that she can’t see?

Yin Man reached for her phone to call the bodyguard, but before she could dial, the door creaked open. Liu Siyin groped along the wall and cabinets, inching her way to the bedside. She felt around the edge of the bed, trying to find a spot to lie down. Yin Man grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. “Where did you go?”

Liu Siyin flinched, hastily trying to hide something in her hand, but Yin Man saw it first. She pried open Liu Siyin’s palm and snatched the pill bottle. “Sleeping pills? Where did you get these?”

“I… I couldn’t sleep, so I asked Dr. Jiang for them.” Yin Man sensed there was more to the story.

Dr. Jiang?

Which Dr. Jiang? It couldn’t be Jiang Yan, could it? Jiang Yan would never be kind enough to give Liu Siyin medicine, and besides, she’s blind. How could she even find Jiang Yan?

Jiang Yan and the Original Host were sworn enemies. How could Liu Siyin be so trusting?

Yin Man felt a growing unease. She shoved the medicine bottle into the cabinet. “If you can’t sleep, just tell me. Medicine is still poison, even in small doses. Don’t take it.”

Liu Siyin obediently murmured, “Okay,” her hands clasped demurely in her lap. She sat there, docile and gentle as a porcelain doll.

Yin Man pulled her down to lie beside her. “How about I tell you a bedtime story?”

Liu Siyin thought she must have misheard. Her soft voice, barely a whisper, reached Yin Man’s ear. “Sister Man, you know how to tell stories?”

Her tone was filled with surprise and delight.

“Of course. It’s not that hard.” Yin Man used to tell stories to the dolls she bought for herself, collecting countless hidden tales. It had become a little skill of hers.

“Really? You’ll tell me a story?” Liu Siyin’s lips parted slightly as she spoke, but Yin Man’s gaze drifted down to her pale neck. Barely half an inch separated their skin. Yin Man’s eyes darkened, her brow arching slightly. “Do you want to hear one?”

Yin Man suddenly gripped Liu Siyin’s waist, pulling her tightly against herself.

Her waist was so slender, barely a handful.

If Yin Man had a rope, she could have snapped it with ease. And she smelled so good.

Liu Siyin’s breath caught in her throat. Even with her slow reflexes and blindness, she realized the intimacy of their position. Yet she didn’t resist or push Yin Man away. Beyond a flicker of fear, she even wanted Yin Man to draw closer.

“Sister Man,” Liu Siyin murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I want to hear it.”

She smelled so fragrant, like fresh flowers.

Yin Man’s senses were overwhelmed by Liu Siyin’s delicate scent. She released her grip, creating some distance, and took her hand before beginning the story. “Once upon a time, there was a small mountain. In that mountain lived a little fox—”

Liu Siyin felt the warmth of Yin Man’s hand in her palm and heard her gentle voice in her ear.

Suddenly, she remembered many years ago, when she was a child and her mother hadn’t yet lost her sight. When she couldn’t sleep, her mother would tell her stories, cradling her tenderly and soothing her to sleep with her soft, melodious voice.

Everyone told her Yin Man was a bad person. Even she knew Yin Man wasn’t good. But at that moment, she felt there was no one better than Yin Man. She wanted to rely on her, and merely holding hands no longer satisfied her need for this dependence. She couldn’t resist touching Yin Man’s waist, shrinking her entire body into her embrace.

The softness of Liu Siyin’s waist brought Yin Man’s story to an abrupt halt. Yin Man’s body stiffened, her cheeks flushing crimson from the scent and warmth. Thank goodness Liu Siyin can’t see, she thought.

Forcing herself to remain calm, Yin Man patted Liu Siyin’s back and asked, “Still afraid of the dark?”

“Yes, but I’m not scared when Sister Man is here.” Yin Man cast Liu Siyin a meaningful glance. “Liu Siyin, when you get out of the hospital, will you come live with me?”

Liu Siyin asked uncertainly, “Can I not go back to the Liu Family?”

Yin Man detected a hint of joy in her voice. She had expected Liu Siyin to be awkward about living together before marriage, but it seemed Liu Siyin wanted to escape the Liu Family even more than she had imagined. For Liu Siyin, the Liu Family probably didn’t feel like a home at all.

Yin Man’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of tenderness in her eyes as she gazed at Liu Siyin in her arms. “If you don’t want to, you never have to go back.”

Liu Siyin leaned back slightly in Yin Man’s arms. “Really?”

In the moonlight, she saw Yin Man’s delicate face, brimming with anticipation.

“Really,” Yin Man replied, her features softened by the gentle moonlight. Liu Siyin nestled back into Yin Man’s embrace and murmured, “Sister Man, everyone says you’re bad, but I think you’re wonderful.”

If only you could always be this kind to me.

It felt like a dream—that Yin Man, who had once scorned her, would one day become the light illuminating her path.

“Thank you, Sister Man,” she whispered, her fan-like eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, perhaps from nervousness or shyness. Yin Man’s heart stirred. She reached out to touch Liu Siyin’s long lashes. “Your eyelashes are so long.”

Distracted by her eyelashes, Liu Siyin swallowed the sentimental words she had been about to say. She wanted to praise Yin Man too, but she couldn’t see her. She didn’t remember the length of Yin Man’s lashes or the fairness of her skin, only the pair of gentle, pitying eyes she had gazed into before losing her sight.

Liu Siyin’s grip on Yin Man’s hand tightened, their proximity so close that Yin Man could clearly hear her accelerated heartbeat. Though they had lain together for so long, this was the first time Liu Siyin had nestled so intimately against her, almost clinging to her chest. The closeness made Yin Man’s face flush and her heart race.

Thank goodness Liu Siyin can’t see me, she thought.

Just as she was feeling relieved, Liu Siyin said, “Sister Man, your heart is beating so fast.”

You heard it? Fine, but please don’t say it out loud!

Oblivious to Yin Man’s inner turmoil, Liu Siyin leaned closer, pressing her ear against Yin Man’s chest. “It’s really racing.”

Yin Man’s heart pounded even harder, as if it might burst from her chest at any moment. Slowly, she nudged Liu Siyin’s head upward, cradling that snow-white face in her palms and rubbing it roughly. “Are you being a pervert?”

How dare you blatantly take advantage like this? You’re practically pressed against my chest, and the fabric is so thin!

The lovely face instantly paled, and Liu Siyin’s body began to tremble uncontrollably beneath the covers. “I’m sorry.”

Wait, did I scare her?

Yin Man had forgotten that Liu Siyin couldn’t see. Her tone was the only way Liu Siyin could gauge her emotions, and she likely genuinely believed Yin Man was upset.

Yin Man softened the pressure of her fingertips, transforming the touch into a gentle caress. “I’m not angry.”

I’m just embarrassed.

Yin Man didn’t know how to explain her overly sentimental feelings to Liu Siyin. The Original Host had been experienced with women, but Yin Man wasn’t her. In all her years, Liu Siyin was the first woman to become so close to her.

Unable to explain, Yin Man abruptly changed the subject. “Liu Siyin, has your aunt been treating you badly?”

Liu Siyin seemed to recall many unpleasant memories, her face growing even paler. Still, she shook her head. “Not really. As long as I’m obedient, Auntie will take me to see Mom.”

“But I thought your mother was dead?” Yin Man asked, puzzled. Weren’t the rumors outside that Liu Siyin had been taken in by the Liu Family after her mother’s death left her without a guardian?

After a moment of contemplation, Liu Siyin still sounded wistful. “No, Mom just doesn’t live with me anymore.”

So her mother was alive. Seeing how much Liu Siyin still loved her, Yin Man realized this was likely one of Liu Mei’s methods to keep Liu Siyin obedient.

Yin Man ruffled Liu Siyin’s hair. “From now on, you can see your mom even if you’re not obedient. I’ll take you.”

Liu Siyin opened her mouth, as if moved once again. Yin Man didn’t notice, feeling drowsy. “I’m confiscating your sleeping pills. If you can’t sleep, just tell me, and I’ll tell you stories.”

“Sister Man, you’re so kind.”

Yin Man was the only light in her dark world. Liu Siyin knew Yin Man was a bad person, yet she treated her so well. Even if it was an act, a lie, she desperately wanted to cling to it.

Besides, why would Yin Man deceive her? If she wanted something, Liu Siyin would give it willingly. Even if she refused, Liu Mei would force her to comply. She preferred to believe Yin Man genuinely cared for her, even if it was just a fleeting whim. She wished this dream could last longer.

Being protected by Yin Man made her feel safe.

When Yin Man lay beside her, the darkness no longer felt like icy shards, but like the warmth of the sun’s embrace. Her fear of the dark diminished. The sleeping pills were gone, but it didn’t matter. As long as Yin Man continued to treat her this way, she would gladly, desperately want to live.

Yin Man could want anything from her, as long as this affection lasted.

Their faces were inches apart, Yin Man’s gentle, sweet breath brushing her cheek. Liu Siyin couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. She reached out, her fingers tracing Yin Man’s cheek as she searched for her lips.

Yin Man, half-asleep, was startled by the small hand on her face. She watched Liu Siyin’s face draw closer.

Her heart pounded wildly, but she didn’t flinch away. Liu Siyin kissed her.

It was soft, gentle, tender, and light.

Even this fleeting touch sent Yin Man’s body burning. She mumbled, “Liu Siyin, how could you take advantage of me without my permission?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Liu Siyin stammered, seemingly startled again. How could she explain? Anger and embarrassment were different.

Yin Man touched her lips, still savoring the sweet moment. This was her first kiss, and it belonged to Liu Siyin.

As Liu Siyin continued to apologize softly, Yin Man wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to reassure her. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just—”

She still couldn’t find the right words. The explanation died on her lips, replaced by repeated murmurs of “Sleep now, sleep now.”