Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

The dirty little orange cat ran over again and rubbed affectionately against Shen Que's trouser leg.

Upon seeing this, Chen Su's eyes curved into crescent moons. She said happily, "Look, it seems to know that you saved it and is thanking you."

Shen Que glanced down at the little creature at his feet, his brows furrowing immediately. He retorted with disdain, "Who saved it? It was its barking in the tree that annoyed me; it was so noisy."

He absolutely refused to admit that his inexplicable action at that moment could be called a "rescue".

Chen Su found his insincere behavior amusing and inexplicably tender, but she readily agreed and didn't expose him, nodding in agreement: "Okay, okay, it's just too noisy."

She took the opportunity to push the bag of medicine she had been carrying forward forward, her gaze falling on the wounds on his forehead and the corner of his mouth. "Your wounds...should we get them treated?"

Shen Que frowned, not even glancing at the medicine bag, clearly not wanting to accept it.

Chen Su didn't pull her hand back, stubbornly holding it up, her clear eyes looking at him with a silent persistence.

The sunlight shone on her slightly sweaty forehead and pale face, and her stubborn gaze made Shen Que feel inexplicably irritated.

After a stalemate of about ten seconds, Shen Que seemed to finally be defeated by her stubbornness, or rather, he felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and snatched the medicine bag with such force that the plastic bag made a screeching sound.

He sat back down on the bench with a sullen face, his movements large and conveying a sense of pent-up anger.

He treated the injuries on his arms and hands first. The scrapes and bruises were nothing to him.

He unscrewed the cap of the iodine bottle, too lazy to even use a cotton swab, and poured it directly onto the wound. The dark liquid instantly submerged the injured skin, bringing a sharp stinging pain, but he didn't even flinch, as if the pain had nothing to do with him.

Then I unscrewed the cap of Yunnan Baiyao and prepared to sprinkle the powder directly onto it.

Chen Su watched quietly from the side, her heart clenching. He was always so indifferent to her, even with a hint of self-destructive ruthlessness.

Now it was time to treat the injuries on his face. The cut on his forehead was still bleeding slightly, and the bruises on his cheeks and the laceration at the corner of his mouth also needed treatment. Shen Que held a cotton swab and tried to make a few gestures in front of the blurry image reflected by the black screen of his phone, but because of the angle and obstructed view, he couldn't get the hang of it, and his movements were clumsy and frustrating.

"I...I'll help you?" Chen Su said softly at the right moment, with a hint of probing.

Shen Que paused, turned his head, and looked at her with his dark eyes. Chen Su felt a little nervous under his gaze, but she still mustered up the courage to look back at him, her eyes clean and sincere.

A few seconds later, Shen Que said nothing, but rather roughly shoved the iodine swabs and ointment he was holding into her hand. Then he leaned back slightly in his chair, closed his eyes, and gave her a "do as you please" look. But his taut jawline betrayed that he was not entirely relaxed.

Chen Su carefully sat down on the bench and turned to face him. The distance between them instantly closed; she could even count the shadows cast by his thick eyelashes and feel his warm breath brushing against the stray hairs on her forehead.

She held her breath, picked up a new iodine swab, and with extremely gentle movements, wiped away the congealed blood from his forehead, bit by bit.

She moved slowly and attentively, as if afraid of hurting him.

The cotton swab felt cool and tingling on the skin, intertwining with the occasional, unintentional touches of her warm fingertips.

"Does it hurt?" she couldn't help but ask softly, her voice as gentle as a feather.

Shen Que suddenly opened his eyes, meeting her gaze, which was close to his and filled with worry.

Her eyes were bright, clearly reflecting his somewhat disheveled appearance. His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at her, his tone curt as he retorted, "What do you think?"

Chen Su was momentarily speechless, pursed her lips, and stopped talking, but her movements became even gentler.

She dabbed a little milky white ointment with her fingertip and carefully applied it to the bruises on the corners of his mouth and cheekbones.

Her fingertips were warm and soft, with the cool touch of the ointment, gently spreading across his injured skin, bringing a strange and unfamiliar sense of comfort.

The air was filled with the distinctive smell of iodine and ointment, mixed with the faint scent of tobacco and mint on the boy's body, and the subtle fragrance of the girl's hair, creating a delicate and ambiguous atmosphere.

Seeing Shen Que's tightly closed eyes and still furrowed brows, Chen Su hesitated for a long time before finally mustering her courage and whispering in a voice barely audible to the two of them, "Shen Que... could you... try to fight less in the future?"

Shen Que suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly turning sharp and fierce. The muscles that had relaxed slightly from her gentle movements tensed up again. As if he had heard a joke, he smirked, "What's it to you?"

Chen Su was stung by his suddenly cold tone. Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyelids. Her fingers, holding the ointment, tightened slightly, revealing her obvious dejection.

Seeing her like this, Shen Que suddenly stopped himself from saying anything even harsher.

He turned his face away in annoyance, staring at the children playing in the distance. After a few seconds, he added stiffly, as if explaining or defending himself: "Someone came looking for trouble. What am I supposed to do if I don't fight back? Stand there and let them beat me to death?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Su looked up at him, her eyes serious: "Next time, if there are many of them, or if they are carrying weapons like today, could you... avoid them?"

She paused, "Or... call your friends, grab your tools, and work together... Don't try to do it alone, it's too dangerous..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a murmur, as if she realized that her suggestion might sound ridiculous to a school bully.

Shen Que chuckled, looking her over with amusement: "Tsk, is this good student teaching me how to fight?"

Chen Su's face flushed red instantly. She lowered her head shyly, staring at her fingers, and stammered, "...The medicine is applied."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

The little orange cat seemed completely unafraid of strangers. It rolled over on the spot, then came closer, first rubbing against Shen Que's trouser leg. When he didn't react, it ran to Chen Su's feet, nuzzling her calves affectionately with its head and purring contentedly.

Chen Su's heart melted at the sight of the little creature. She bent down and tentatively reached out her hand. The kitten immediately rubbed its head against her palm, the soft, warm touch making her smile. She gently picked up the kitten, and it nestled obediently in her arms, its large amber eyes looking at her curiously.

"Is it a stray cat?" Chen Su looked up and asked Shen Que, gently combing the kitten's slightly tangled fur with her fingers.

Shen Que glanced at the thin, bony little thing and shook his head: "I don't know."

Judging from his filthy appearance and thin frame, he's most likely a culprit.

The kitten found a comfortable spot in Chen Su's arms and lay there peacefully, even sticking out its tongue with tiny barbs to lick her fingers.

Chen Su felt ticklish from being licked, and couldn't help but lower her head and gently touch the kitten's fluffy little head with her forehead, her face beaming with a gentle and pure smile.

The sunlight outlined the soft lines of her profile, creating an exceptionally peaceful and beautiful scene with the warm little life in her arms.

As Shen Que watched this scene, the fingers in his pocket unconsciously curled up slightly.

"I want to keep it." Chen Su looked up at Shen Que with bright eyes, her tone tentative, as if seeking his opinion, since Shen Que was the one who found it first.

Shen Que didn't say anything, he just stood up, dusted off his pants, and said in his usual indifferent tone, "I'm leaving."

He took a few steps and found Chen Su still standing there holding the cat, looking at him with a somewhat bewildered expression.

He stopped, his voice coming from a few steps away, still devoid of warmth:

Where do you live?

Chen Su paused for a moment, nuzzled the kitten with her chin, and gave the name of a neighborhood.

Shen Que's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. He knew that neighborhood; it was far from here and in a remote location.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over her and the kitten in his arms. His tone wasn't exactly friendly, but it carried an undeniable air of authority:

"Let's go, it's on the way."

Chen Su's eyes lit up, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She quickly followed, clutching the kitten, her voice light and cheerful: "Okay!"

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them as they walked quietly home, one in front of the other.

The girl holding the cat would occasionally whisper something to it, while the boy walking ahead had his hands in his pockets, his back straight and silent, as if he were just walking casually, yet he always maintained a pace that wouldn't let her lose him.

As the summer evening approaches, the lingering heat gradually dissipates, and a gentle breeze begins to blow.