Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 52

The only sound in the ward was the running water from the bathroom.
Gu Sheng stood at the sink, his figure looming larger in the cramped space.

When he lowered his head slightly, his chin brushed against Qian Zhou’s soft hair.

Gu Sheng’s gaze dropped to the boy’s slender, pale fingers. With his own fingertips, he traced them lightly, teasingly brushing against Qian Zhou’s palm.

Qian Zhou turned his head to look at him, catching a glimpse of Pei Fangyu already slinking dejectedly out the door.

Just a few days ago, Gu Sheng could easily lift a heavy metal desk lamp with one hand. How could it be possible that he couldn’t even hold a kettle without dropping it?

Qian Zhou gave a small hum. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Gu Sheng arched a brow. “Getting smarter.”

Qian Zhou crossed his arms, his brow furrowing slightly. “I’ve always been smart. It just happened so suddenly, I didn’t have time to react.”

That kettle of boiling water did look dangerous. Fortunately, Gu Sheng hadn’t let himself get burned badly—just a splash or two.

Qian Zhou touched the back of his hand very gently. “Looks a bit swollen. Does it hurt?”

Gu Sheng said the same two words as always: “It’s fine.”

052 imitated him in a mocking tone.

【System 052: It’s fiiiine～～～】

The corners of Qian Zhou’s lips couldn’t help but curve up. He turned his head away, staring at the tile grout.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to fetch some burn ointment.

The bathroom was small. As Qian Zhou moved sideways to leave, Gu Sheng didn’t budge an inch to let him pass.

Before his foot even crossed the threshold, Gu Sheng blocked the way with his leg, closed the door behind them, and turned the lock with a click.

Qian Zhou’s eyes widened. “Why are you locking the door?”

He took a wary step back, but there wasn’t much space to retreat. His back hit the wall almost immediately.

Gu Sheng pulled him back into his arms, one hand still under the cold running water.

His arm circled the boy, head bent low. Their breaths mingled, unbearably close.

All other sounds seemed sealed off. Footsteps and voices outside felt distant.

At that moment, Qian Zhou’s mind unhelpfully recalled what 052 had once said: when the affection points reach between 80 and 90, the target’s desire intensifies…

Gu Sheng’s palm rested lightly on his waist. Even through the fabric, the heat of his touch burned.

“Baby, don’t tremble.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was low and hoarse. “When I wasn’t around, did he come looking for you too? Did you see the flowers he gave you today—pink roses and sunflowers.”

“They mean pure, sweet first love… and loyal love.”

Gu Sheng paused, then said, “He likes you.”

Qian Zhou’s knees weakened, his fingers trembling as he clutched Gu Sheng’s arm.

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

On the sink counter, the towel and toothbrush clattered to the ground.

At some point, Gu Sheng had turned off the water. His hand slipped from Qian Zhou’s waist.

“I don’t remember you ever interacting with the younger generation of the Pei family. You only saw him once at the banquet, yet he can’t forget you.” Gu Sheng exhaled heavily, veins standing out along his arm.

Tilting his head slightly back, he asked softly, “Who else do you know? Tell me something I don’t know.”

Qian Zhou suddenly covered his mouth and bent over.

Through the mirror, Gu Sheng saw him. He tugged down the hem of Qian Zhou’s lifted shirt and leaned closer.

“Is it really so hard to tell me?”

Qian Zhou raised his head in panic. “N-no…”

“I really don’t know anyone else…”

Gu Sheng frowned. “Lies.”

Qian Zhou’s breath hitched. “Let’s just… go out…”

Gu Sheng twisted his meaning. “We’ll go out after you answer. Be good.”

“Mmh…”

“I’m not lying…”

Qian Zhou buried his face in his arm. Gu Sheng rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes shadowed.

“Don’t lie down like that. Your shoulder’s still injured.”

He pulled Qian Zhou upright, locked eyes with him, and asked:

“Who is this teacher?”

“Teacher… Teacher is…”

“Is what?”

“Is… the one who raised me…”

Gu Sheng’s anger was palpable. Qian Zhou quickly explained, “He doesn’t like me that way!”

Gu Sheng pressed, “Then why did you say I reminded you of him?”

Qian Zhou’s eyes grew red, voice choked. “Because you look alike… That’s all it meant…”

He clung to Gu Sheng’s arm, but it was useless. “I don’t remember much…”

Gu Sheng was nearly furious. He repeated, “Look alike.”

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【Affection +5】

Gu Sheng carried Qian Zhou back to the hospital bed. Qian Zhou immediately burrowed under the blanket.

Peeking out just long enough to watch Gu Sheng calmly washing his hands, he clutched at his pants nervously before yanking the blanket back over his head.

Gu Sheng, as if nothing had happened, went out to take a call.

When he came back, the blanket-bundle didn’t move.

The moment he touched it, the bundle scooted away from him.

【System 052: Why’d you turn into a ball】

【Qian Zhou: Gu Sheng is a pervert, wuwuwu…】

【System 052: Oh, but you just gained 5 more affection points, right?】

【Qian Zhou: Don’t wanna talk to anyone】

Keeping watch over the blanket-ball, Gu Sheng waited. The day wasn’t cold, and soon Qian Zhou overheated. He sat up against the headboard, stretching his ankle out.

There was a faint mole on Qian Zhou’s ankle. Gu Sheng remembered he used to lie on the soft couch the same way—wrapped in a blanket, feet sticking out.

That much hadn’t changed. Only his memories were gone.

Gu Sheng got up and began packing Qian Zhou’s things: his clothes, a sapphire-blue pendant, some bottles of milk, and a thick stack of medical reports.

Hearing the rustling, Qian Zhou threw back the blanket. “…”

Gu Sheng was already bagging his milk.

Qian Zhou slipped out of bed, shuffling after him. “Gu Sheng, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, tossing Qian Zhou onto the sofa before bagging the small blanket too.

“Why are you taking my blanket?”

“Are you leaving?” Qian Zhou asked.

Gu Sheng moved him aside again and bagged the ointments on the table.

“Say something, Gu Sheng. Why won’t you answer me?” Qian Zhou tugged on his sleeve.

Finally, Gu Sheng responded, setting the bag down. “You’re right. I’m leaving.”

Qian Zhou pulled on his pants and slipped into the slippers Gu Sheng had bought him. “Then why don’t you call me too? You should take me with you.”

Gu Sheng looked down at him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile in his eyes. “Take you with me?”

“Yes,” Qian Zhou said firmly.

He stood still for a moment, then busied himself, gathering his clothes and running to grab the snacks hidden under the pillow, stuffing them into the bag as well.

“Don’t you want me?”

Gu Sheng said, “But I’m not really anyone to you. Not family, not your guardian.”

He pinched Qian Zhou’s cheek, leaning close. “Boyfriend… doesn’t seem to count either.”

The little packet of spicy sticks slipped from Qian Zhou’s hand with a thud. “Y-you, you…”

Gu Sheng’s sharp, ascetic features carried an undercurrent of irresistible allure.

If one wasn’t careful, they’d be conquered entirely, devoured by him until nothing remained.

Through the sheer curtains, sunlight spilled over Gu Sheng’s figure. Qian Zhou blinked slowly.

Because he heard Gu Sheng say:

“Give me a title, hmm?”