Chapter 115 – Extra 7

Luo Chenzhou smiled, his expression resembling a sly wolf as the man, while telling him to get lost, actually held him tighter.

“Kid, the look on your face makes me really want to throw you to the ground.”

“Nonsense, I’m pretty sure I’m completely expressionless right now.”

“Two words for you: ‘hehe,’ nothing more.”

The red light in the elevator corresponding to the floor numbers jumped up one by one. Standing inside, the two fell into silence, yet the atmosphere didn’t feel awkward. Caesar thought for a moment, realizing that since both his hands were occupied carrying this troublemaker, he didn’t have a third hand free to fish out the keys to open the door. He was about to ask the unreliable kid to help him get the keys from his pocket when he suddenly paused. It occurred to him that he had left for work alone in the morning, but now he was returning home with someone in his arms. This kind of progress… was it too sudden?

What kind of karma was this?

Adapting to local customs, although his own country didn’t follow such practices, Caesar, who had been studying Chinese culture since childhood, decided to set a good example as a mentor. He kindly invited his student to share his umbrella with him—and then, somehow, things escalated to the point where both of them were drenched from head to toe, even their underwear soaked, and they ended up heading home together. The most terrifying part was that by the time Caesar came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of his newly bought apartment with Luo Chenzhou in his arms.

In front of him was a security door that even he couldn’t claim to be familiar with.

Caesar clearly remembered that when he closed this door this morning, he had been the only one standing there.

Headache.

The man who had always hated trouble silently frowned.

Completely unaware of the man’s inner turmoil, Luo Chenzhou blinked and reached out to pat Caesar’s shoulder unceremoniously. “Where’s the key?”

Caesar: “…”

Luo Chenzhou: “Is this even your house?”

Caesar: “If it’s not my house, is it yours?”

Luo Chenzhou: “If you have the guts to come home, you should have the guts to open the door!”

Faced with the black-haired young man who was arrogantly hanging onto him, legs crossed, and speaking without a shred of the shyness expected of a modern university student, Caesar, who had lived for over thirty years without anyone, including his parents, daring to raise their voice at him, felt deeply provoked. Swallowing the lump in his chest, the man profoundly felt as if he must have owed this guy millions in a past life—

“My feet are getting tired from being held up like this, Professor—keys, open the door.”

“…”

Hmm, millions might be an understatement. Maybe he owed him a life.

Caesar’s face remained expressionless, and he almost wished he could open the corridor window and, amidst the storm outside, casually drop the person in his arms from the 30th floor. But when he accidentally met those moist, inexplicably innocent black eyes looking up at him, damn it, for some reason, he softened again. Pursing his lips, the man’s facial muscles stiffened as he averted his gaze. When he spoke again, his tone was extremely harsh due to his inner conflict: “The keys are in my pocket. How am I supposed to get them while holding you?”

“Pants pocket?”

“Yeah.”

“You should’ve said so earlier. How was I supposed to know?”

Seemingly already accustomed to the man’s dark expression, Luo Chenzhou, completely unaffected by his mood, muttered as he moved his wet hand from Caesar’s neck. Then, the black-haired young man, pretending to be natural but clearly overdoing it, slid his hand down the man’s perfectly curved waistline—like a snail—all the while his face pressed against Caesar’s firm chest through the thin shirt, his breath hot like boiling steam, almost enough to make someone take off.

Caesar: “…”

“Left?” Luo Chenzhou, head bowed, reached into Caesar’s trouser pocket, appearing to be very seriously… groping the man’s thigh through the fabric. After thoroughly enjoying the left side, he pulled his hand out and asked, “Or right?”

His dog-like paw reached into the right pocket and proceeded to rub around just as vigorously.

Caesar felt like he had encountered a demon—after so many years of doing business at sea, he had met all sorts of people, from shady dealers to explosive nouveau riche, soft-tempered to hot-headed. Through wind and rain, no one had ever managed to bring him down… Yet today, the one time he genuinely tried to be a good person, he had the misfortune of running into this shameless individual whose most outstanding trait was taking advantage of others.

“Hey, are you gonna say something?” Luo Chenzhou complained after finishing his groping, “My hand’s getting sore… Huh, Caesar, it’s not really appropriate for us to keep hugging in this hallway, is it? What would your neighbors think?”

Who the hell is hugging you?!

Caesar couldn’t be bothered to correct how the guy in his arms addressed him. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Back pocket.”

Luo Chenzhou grinned happily and eagerly reached for the long-missed target—the man’s butt.

Finally, feeling the man carrying him stiffen almost into a statue, he seemed to have had enough fun and easily pulled out a key with two fingers from the pocket.

By this point, Caesar had already uncomfortably realized that he was getting aroused.

Having seen and experienced everything under the sun, in the sea, and on land, Caesar, at over thirty years old, found himself getting hard just from being casually groped by a college student. At this moment, the man was so frustrated he could’ve cried blood. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed in his ears as the door in front of them clicked open. With a dark expression, Caesar hooked the door open with his foot, carried Luo Chenzhou into the foyer, turned around, and positioned him correctly at the entrance.

Luo Chenzhou: “?”

Is this the part where you throw me out of your house?

…No way, you carried me all the way from school just to enjoy the thrill of tossing me out?

Although such a twisted act does seem to fit your style.

Caesar’s mouth twitched as he commanded, “What, staring at me waiting to die? Close the door.”

“…”

You could’ve just said so earlier. What’s with the drama just to close a door? Knowing he wasn’t about to be thrown out, Luo Chenzhou obediently reached out and slammed the door shut.

Caesar’s apartment was cold, likely because it was newly moved into and lacked a lived-in feel. Although the entire place was meticulously decorated with high-end furniture, the uniformly new appearance made it feel somewhat impersonal. Plopped onto the sofa, Luo Chenzhou patted the leather beneath him, then looked down to find that the mud on his pants had smeared onto the clean carpet.

The man who had carried him in also noticed this, but he only glanced at it, his usual fastidiousness not kicking in. Instead, he merely frowned slightly, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

About a minute later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Unlike the black-haired young man curled up on the sofa looking around, the man stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the cold bathroom wall. His amber eyes stared blankly at the hot water rapidly filling the bathtub, steam rising. After a few minutes, the statue-like man finally moved, lifting his eyelids. He removed his gloves and casually dipped his long fingers into the water to test the temperature. Satisfied, he withdrew his hand and crouched by the bathtub, sinking back into deep thought.

Then, slowly, he pulled out his phone, intending to find someone to enlighten him—or rather, to vent his frustrations.

The unlucky person, of course, was—

“Hey, trash.”

“…Bastard boss, where the hell are you?” came an angry voice from the other end.

“Just finished class, now at home. Where are you?”

“Where in your home are you?”

“Bathroom.”

“Oh, then I’m right above you,” Rick sounded somewhat smug, “I’m taking a dump!”

Caesar sneered, “Looks like you’re the one who wants to die.”

The other end of the line choked for a moment, then, realizing he couldn’t quite match the boss’s level, cleared his throat and said honestly, “I’m taking a bath… Boss, what brings you to report your whereabouts to me?”

Caesar paused, struggling to organize his words, but the moment he thought of the black-haired young man sitting on the sofa in the living room outside the bathroom, his head hurt, and he couldn’t get a word out.

“Hello? Boss?”

“Rick.”

“What?”

“I think something’s wrong with me.”

“You’re just realizing this now?” The voice on the other end sounded almost relieved, “I’ve thought so ever since you spent 70 million on that tacky dog head pendant and hung it around your neck. To be honest, you’re definitely—Hello?—Hello?!—Boss, are you still there—”

Caesar expressionlessly hung up the phone.

He stood up, turned off the faucet filling the bathtub, and tossed the phone onto the sink. Then, with a long reach, he grabbed a brand new, snow-white towel hanging neatly on the rack and carried it in his hand.

Kicking open the bathroom door, he strode into the living room in a few steps. Before the black-haired young man on the sofa could turn around to say anything, Caesar threw the towel over his face: “Go take a shower.”

“…” Luo Chenzhou pulled the towel, still smelling of disinfectant, off his face. “Uh…”

“The apartment’s not that big,” the man raised an eyebrow, his handsome face cold and stern, “Crawl if you have to, but get there in ten minutes, or I’ll strip you naked and throw you out into the hallway.”

Luo Chenzhou was speechless. He vaguely remembered that five hundred years ago, when he pretended to be paralyzed, there was also a cold-hearted, unreasonable bastard who demanded he crawl from one end of the ship to the other.

“Hurry up,” the man from back then, shirtless with a gun hanging from his waist, and the man now, barefoot with the first few buttons of his shirt undone revealing his tanned chest, overlapped in Luo Chenzhou’s mind as he frowned down at him, “The water’s going to get cold. What are you dawdling for?”

“You should take off your clothes too,” Luo Chenzhou stood up on one foot like a crane, “You’ll catch a cold.”

“None of your business.”

The man’s tone was harsh, but when Luo Chenzhou hopped forward on one foot, Caesar’s brow furrowed, and he instinctively reached out to grab his wrist.