Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 46

Qian Zhou’s lashes trembled. The sky outside was already turning pale, a hint of dawn showing. He finally saw Gu Sheng’s face clearly.

“You… when did you wake up?” Qian Zhou opened his mouth, but for a moment no words came out.

The hospital corridor lights were still on, and the sound of a cleaner mopping the floor could be faintly heard.

Gu Sheng looked into his eyes. “When you said the medicine was working too slowly.”

Qian Zhou tried to sit up and shuffle to the edge of the bed, his movements a little too hasty. “Hiss…”

Gu Sheng held his arm, pushing him gently back onto the bed. He unfastened Qian Zhou’s collar to check the wound on his chest.

“If you move again, it’ll split open. I thought you feared pain enough to behave, but turns out you never learn.”

“I wasn’t afraid of…” Qian Zhou stopped mid-sentence.

“Afraid of what?” Gu Sheng pressed.

Qian Zhou didn’t answer. He just looked at the leaves swaying outside the window, his heartbeat racing even faster.

The wind carried the salty smell of the sea, blowing up the sheer curtains on both sides. Qian Zhou lowered his head, his voice barely louder than a mosquito’s hum: “You already know…”

“I know you don’t belong here,” Gu Sheng said.

Qian Zhou hadn’t expected him to state it so bluntly. The thin paper window between them was pierced by Gu Sheng’s own hand.

“Then you’ve guessed I’ll have to leave too…” Qian Zhou’s throat tightened; he couldn’t bear to finish. He would leave, but Gu Sheng belonged here.

He clutched Gu Sheng’s hand in confusion, fell silent again, and didn’t know what else to say.

Gu Sheng drew in a long, deep breath.

“Mm.”

He leaned down, one arm propped against Qian Zhou’s pillow. In the faint morning light, his fingers traced along Qian Zhou’s cheek.

Perhaps from this moment, or perhaps earlier, the gears of fate had begun to turn.

“Remember the surveillance I installed in your room?” Gu Sheng asked.

Qian Zhou turned his face slightly, feeling Gu Sheng’s breath. “How could I forget.”

“Sometimes you’d talk to thin air. I kept wondering who you were speaking to. Who was approaching you behind my back.”

“I really wanted to dig out whatever’s inside your head.” Gu Sheng pinched his chin, leaning even closer.

Qian Zhou swallowed hard. “We can talk about this… you, you back up a little first.”

“Do you know what I want to do right now?” Gu Sheng’s breath was hot.

He bit lightly at the tender flesh of Qian Zhou’s neck. Qian Zhou shuddered, letting out a small whimper.

Gu Sheng grabbed his wrists, binding his hands together. “Your wrists, your ankles, even your neck—all should be chained up, locked inside the house.”

“We haven’t even begun, and you dare talk about leaving…”

He ran his tongue across the skin, speaking through clenched teeth. “I treat you well, and you get cocky. Forgetting that I have plenty of ways to make you stay.”

Qian Zhou panicked. “I… I-I know you’re powerful. I wasn’t trying to anger you, I wasn’t provoking you. I won’t go, I won’t leave! I—I was just talking nonsense!”

When he felt his shirt lifted at the waist, Qian Zhou nearly convulsed from the panic. Crying, he shouted:

“Don’t touch me, woo-woo-woo—”

Gu Sheng froze. He wiped away Qian Zhou’s tears, helplessly pulling back a little.

From the bedside table, he took a long narrow box, unwrapped it, and shoved the thermometer inside Qian Zhou’s mouth without expression.

The glass was cold between his lips. Qian Zhou turned his head, stealing glances at Gu Sheng.

But Gu Sheng said nothing.

Qian Zhou pulled his hands back, laying them obediently on his stomach. With the thermometer stuck in his mouth, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

He didn’t know why Gu Sheng suddenly fell silent, but as long as he wasn’t being touched, that was good enough.

Five minutes later, Gu Sheng drew out the thermometer.

38.7°. Fever.

He put it back in the case, his face grim as he looked at the man lying quietly in bed, spacing out.

After a long silence, he finally couldn’t help but ask: “What am I in your eyes?”

Qian Zhou didn’t even blink.

“A pervert.”

“…” Gu Sheng slumped into the chair, depressed.

The ticking of the wall clock filled the room. Occasionally, the sound of cars passing outside drifted in, grating on the nerves.

Qian Zhou’s shoulder no longer hurt as much. Drowsiness swept over him suddenly, and his eyelids drooped—he was already halfway into a dream.

“Don’t sleep.”

The voice was so close, it felt like it whispered right in his ear.

Qian Zhou jolted awake. Gu Sheng was too close again, those eyes of his always terrifying when they stared like that.

Gu Sheng pinched his face. “I spent two hundred million to make you happy, dragged you through the ocean for a full hour, sat outside while you were in surgery, fed you medicine. And in the end, you dismiss me with just one word: pervert.”

His tongue pressed against his cheek. Anger burned so hot it turned to bitter amusement.

Forced awake, Qian Zhou squinted, pain stabbing behind his eyes.

All pretense of calm vanished; the panic Gu Sheng triggered in him was too much to hold back.

He still burned with fever, his head muddled, his body sinking into something like a swamp.

Suddenly, emotions burst through. Qian Zhou broke down, tears spilling uncontrollably.

He yanked Gu Sheng’s hand away. “I didn’t spend that much! Why are you scolding me? Was it my fault to be caught on that cruise? Was it my fault Miles shot me? Was it my fault you fell into the ocean too?!”

His chest heaved, suffocated by grievances. It was like seaweed coiling around his throat, tightening.

“Did I want to be wheeled into the operating room?!”

He ignored the pain of his wound, shoving Gu Sheng away even harder. The quiet ward filled with their ragged breathing.

Propped up on his elbow, Qian Zhou clutched the bedsheet tight. “Do you know I’m scared every time you look at me like that?”

Gu Sheng stood, kicking the chair over. The crash made Qian Zhou’s heart seize.

“Why are you afraid of me? Did I ever point a gun at you? Did I ever cut you with a knife?”

Veins bulged on his arms as he pressed Qian Zhou’s shoulders down, fury blazing. “Answer me!”

“What do you want me to say!!”

Qian Zhou’s eyes were red, his breathing ragged like he was suffocating.

Gu Sheng’s strength was too much—his grip on Qian Zhou’s shoulders couldn’t be pried loose. The oximeter clipped to his finger fell to the ground as he struggled.

Crying loudly, Qian Zhou shouted: “I hate you—!”

Ever since he entered this small world, nothing had gone right. The system glitched, all its functions disabled!

Every pain had to be borne alone. Even the most basic safeguards were stripped away. Qian Zhou felt the hot trickle of bl00d from his wound, cold sweat soaking his back and forehead.

His arms gave out, his head drooping. A choked whisper slipped out:

“…I don’t have any way to protect myself anymore.”

Gu Sheng stared at the tears falling onto the blanket, at the bl00d seeping through his clothes. It felt like his chest was being ripped open.

Qian Zhou swayed, then collapsed forward without warning.

Gu Sheng’s hands shook as he caught him carefully, seeing the fresh bl00d spreading from his back. His pupils quivered violently.

“Doctor—!”