Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 12

The heavy curtains in Gu Sheng’s room were drawn halfway, letting a beam of light fall only across the upper part of the bed.

Both of them remained in shadow, far too close to each other.

Qianzhou grew nervous again.

Memories surged back, one after another, pounding at the fragile defenses in his heart.

Gu Sheng’s eyes looked even darker in the dimness, carrying a dangerous aura that was hard to name.

His fingers traced along Qianzhou’s slender wrist, then slid down to the handle of the medical kit he was clutching.

“So afraid of me losing my temper.”

Gu Sheng tilted his head back, staring at Qianzhou’s face.

That gaze seemed to strip him bare.

The sharp lines of his heated muscles blurred at the border of light and shadow, radiating an inexplicable sensuality.

Just like the man himself—beneath the polished surface was a rotten, clinging underlayer.

“Did I mess things up again today?”

Qianzhou always grew obedient at times like this.

Gu Sheng nodded, his eyes sliding sideways to look at him. “So you know.”

Qianzhou set the medical kit down by the bed, offering a serious apology: “Gu Sheng, I’m sorry.”

He had already said the same to Jiang En earlier, but clearly Gu Sheng was much harder to appease.

At those words, Gu Sheng actually laughed. His chest heaved visibly, even his thigh shook with the movement.

Qianzhou, still in shorts, flinched instinctively from the heat brushing against his skin.

He backed up a step, his voice growing smaller.

“What’s so funny…”

“You think I’ve been raising you like a child? That an apology is enough to turn the page?”

Gu Sheng’s hand came up beside Qianzhou’s face, long fingers hooking the back of his head so he couldn’t move.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, Qianzhou’s eyes reddened right on cue.

The faint pink at the corners of his eyes made him look terribly wronged.

Gu Sheng rose to his feet, leaning forward slightly. “Are you really crying, or just tricking me?”

He strode to the window and yanked the curtains open.

Tears glistened in Qianzhou’s eyes, falling like broken pearls onto his collarbone.

The sound of his sobs came in broken fragments.

Gu Sheng’s emotions had never worked like a normal person’s. He stared at the boy’s reddened eyes—

at the teardrops gleaming against his skin—and found it hard to look away.

He didn’t seem like someone who could soften.

He simply tossed a packet of tissues at Qianzhou, then turned into the bathroom.

Qianzhou stifled his sobs, wiped his face, and glanced quietly toward the bathroom door.

Not until he heard the sound of running water did he stand and straighten his clothes.

【Qianzhou: Looks like he doesn’t plan to kill me now.】

The pervert really did seem to enjoy watching him cry.

And just like that, he let him off.

【System 052: Host, have you thought about seriously following the strategy route?】

【Qianzhou: Not thinking about it. Impossible. Never.】

Unless the system bug was fixed, he would never take that path.

And he would definitely never share a bed with Gu Sheng!

He hesitated at the bathroom door, lowering his head as he spoke.

Seeing the bed again behind him, he firmed his resolve.

His voice was small, half-covered by the shower spray:

“Gu Sheng, if you don’t want to see me… I’ll just go out first.”

He waited a few seconds. The man inside gave no reply.

He turned to leave.

But before he could take even half a step, a wet hand clamped down on his arm.

Gu Sheng’s grip was frighteningly strong, dragging him into the bathroom with no room to resist.

Qianzhou’s eyes widened.

White steam filled his vision. Though no water touched him, it felt like he was drenched all over.

“Gu—”

Before he could finish, Gu Sheng shoved him against the sink.

His face was pressed to the porcelain edge, body half-bent over.

It felt like being bitten on the neck by a beast, his fear spiking.

He wasn’t afraid of tangible monsters, but this—this unspeakable kind of thing—was something he couldn’t bear.

“Stay put.” Gu Sheng’s breath brushed his ear.

Qianzhou shivered violently, this time truly on the verge of tears.

“No!”

“Gu Sheng, let me go—”

Gu Sheng hated needless words. He pinned him firmly. “Don’t make me say it twice.”

Qianzhou thrashed like a cornered rabbit, clutching his arm and sinking his teeth in hard.

“—Tch.” Gu Sheng’s brows knotted.

The showerhead shifted closer, the water rushing louder.

Warm water poured over his hair.

Then came the scent of shampoo.

Qianzhou’s mind went blank. Gu Sheng… was washing his hair?

Like plunging from a high drop into a soft cloud, it took him a long time to realize.

“…It got in my eyes.”

He reached up to rub, but Gu Sheng quickly pressed his hand down.

“You brought it on yourself,” Gu Sheng said flatly.

But in the warm steam, even his tone couldn’t stay cold, leaving Qianzhou unsettled.

Gu Sheng shoved the showerhead into his hand. “Do it yourself.”

“You don’t realize your whole body reeks of mushrooms?”

Qianzhou froze.

That mushroom blanket he and Jiang En had huddled under for so long—of course the smell had sunk in.

He sluggishly rinsed the foam from his hair, all the while feeling a burning gaze fixed on him.

He turned, back to Gu Sheng, leaning on the sink to rinse his face.

Gu Sheng raked a hand through his hair, casually admiring the youth he’d raised.

Those long legs, flawless.

He was satisfied with everything—

except one thing.

Too fond of lying.

Steam dissipated, leaving Qianzhou drenched as he finally opened his eyes and faced Gu Sheng.

But his gaze kept drifting downward.

What he saw left him utterly shaken, and he immediately slapped his hands over his face.

“I—I don’t smell like mushrooms anymore!”

Gu Sheng’s lips curled. He tossed him a towel. “Wait outside.”

That “outside” was clear enough.

Outside the bathroom, inside the room. Nowhere further.

…

Wrapped in a towel, Qianzhou quickly changed out of his soaked clothes.

There were two bathrobes on the bedside table.

One large, one small.

He chose the smaller one, half-dressed when his eyes drifted to the chandelier.

Only two words in his head:

So big.

He rubbed his stomach, heart aching as he opened a can of milk for himself.

“Hm?”

Milk? In Gu Sheng’s room?

He looked down. By the door were two boxes of snacks and a crate of canned milk.

The assistant was standing there, clutching a gray thermos, and their eyes met.

Damp hair.

Freshly changed bathrobe.

Water still clinging to his ankles.

Then the bathroom door opened. Gu Sheng walked out with just a white towel at his waist, droplets sliding from his hair.

The assistant’s gaze darted from the obvious bite mark on Gu Sheng’s arm to Qianzhou’s reddened eyes.

“President Gu, you…”

You even laid hands on the one you raised?