BSBA 11

The Obsessive Young Master and His Little Attendant (Part 11)

The butler said, “Not yet, Young Master.”

Gu Chen replied lightly, “Never mind then. Let him stay in the room he’s already in.”

The butler was momentarily taken aback. Once the young master made a decision, he rarely changed his mind, yet here he was doing exactly that.  

A subtle suspicion stirred in the butler’s heart, a faint sense that the young master seemed to care a little too much about that overly delicate youth.

By the time Ning Shu’s father had completed the handover of duties, the old butler had formally stepped down.

Ning Shu was woken by his father, stifling a yawn, looking as docile and soft as a sleepy cat.

He had to wake up earlier than Young Master Gu. That was the rule. As drowsy as he was, he climbed out of bed all the same.

By the time he stepped out, the housemaids had already been assigned their tasks for the morning.

Ning Shu glanced around the dining room and living room, but Gu Chen was nowhere to be seen. He paused for a moment, remembering what the old butler had told him.

‘The young master sometimes sleeps in. When that happens, I’ll have to trouble you to wake him up.’

So, had Gu Chen overslept today?

Ning Shu walked upstairs, retracing the route he had memorized toward the boy’s room.

He took a slow breath and knocked. “Young master…”

He called out a few times, but received no answer.

If he delayed the young master’s schedule, Gu Chen would probably hold him responsible for it. That thought made Ning Shu anxious, and with a mix of hesitation and worry, he pushed open the bedroom door.

But the bed was empty.

Confusion flickered through him. He called out again, but there was still no response.

Just as he was about to leave, a sound drifted out from the bathroom.

Ning Shu stopped, changed direction, and, after a brief hesitation, made his way slowly toward the bathroom door. “…Young master, are you awake?”

The glass door was frosted.

Even so, the vague outline of bare skin was visible through it, and heat crept into his face unbidden. Like a boy who had accidentally caught sight of a girl’s underwear, he guiltily turned his face away.

“Hm?”

A slightly husky voice sounded, unexpectedly sensual.

Ning Shu realized how awkward this situation was. “I thought you were still asleep, so I came to wake you. Young master, I’ll go out first.”

“Wait.”

Gu Chen’s unhurried voice drifted through the door.

The next second, the bathroom door opened and the boy stepped out, a towel wrapped low around his waist.

Water traced the smooth lines of his muscles. Gu Chen was the type who looked slender in clothes but powerfully built underneath. His toned abs, the way droplets slid along them before disappearing, carried a kind of silent seduction.

His sharp, beautiful phoenix eyes lifted toward Ning Shu. “Did I say you could leave?”

Water still clung to the boy’s dark hair, dripping in slow, unhurried drops.

The sight of him was vividly alluring.

Ning Shu had no idea where to rest his eyes. He lowered his gaze and stayed silent.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the laundry basket nearby. A pair of black underwear sat on top, stained with some unidentifiable fluid.

He froze.

Gu Chen followed his line of sight, raised an eyebrow, and said with a faint, teasing curl of his lips, “What are you looking at?”

Ning Shu snapped his gaze away at once, the tips of his ears going red. “Nothing.”

He had been wondering why Gu Chen was showering so early in the morning, and now he had found a reasonable explanation.

Except…

A faint crease appeared between Ning Shu’s brows. Isn’t that amount… a bit too much?

Then again, he had never seen anyone else’s.

So he simply pushed down his shock.

Ning Shu pressed his lips together and looked over, his round eyes attentive. “Is there something you need, Young Master?”

Gu Chen walked over to the bed and sat down, letting out a soft chuckle. “Come here. Dry my hair.”