Chapter 032 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

—

Chapter Thirty-two

Ling Miao’s silhouette was visible against the glass. It was blurry, but Su Yuyang’s piercing gaze made one think everything was visible in blu-ray quality.

Su Yuyang mumbled, “It’s nothing. Are you done changing? I want to shower.”

“Oh, almost done.”

Ling Miao had just finished speaking when Su Yuyang heard the lock turning.

“Su-ge?” Seeing Su Yuyang, Ling Miao called out in surprise. He quickly walked over to Su Yuyang and asked worriedly, “Su-ge, why are you sweating so much?”

Su Yuyang raised his hand to wipe at his forehead, leaving his palm soaked with sweat. Shaking off the moisture on his hand, Su Yuyang smiled stiffly: “I’ll go shower.”

“Ah!” Ling Miao caught hold of Su Yuyang who already had one foot in the bathroom. He dragged Su Yuyang out and said seriously: “Su-ge, you can’t let your injury touch water or it might get infected. Wait a bit.”

Su Yuyang hadn’t noticed this issue. He looked at his injured hand and was actually kind of happy he’d injured it.

Ling Miao put a resealable bag over Su Yuyang’s right hand and tied it fast with string.

“Let’s do this for now. If you have any trouble, call me.”

Suddenly imagining a scenario in which Ling Miao washed him, Su Yuyang said “Mm” and fled into the bathroom. Several seconds later, Ling Miao heard the sound of water splashing on the tiles, but strangely, he didn’t hear the rumble of the water heater.

It wasn’t a very warm day and Su Yuyang usually wouldn’t take a cold shower in this kind of weather. Ling Miao was very confused and really wanted to ask Su Yuyang but on second thought, he had no business prying into Su Yuyang’s personal affairs, so he held back his curiosity.

Su Yuyang leaned against the tile wall, a chill seeping into his skin. A stream of water battered his head and trickled down his body. He couldn’t hold back a shiver, but he didn’t turn the water temperature up. The water blurred his vision and his mind gradually began to clear.

“Heh.” Su Yuyang grimaced. “What am I thinking? Have I really repressed myself for too long?”

His last relationship had ended two years ago. In the two years since then, Su Yuyang had focused entirely on his novels and had given no thought to matters of the heart.

It could be put like this: For the past two years, the people Su Yuyang had had the most contact with were the delivery guy and Feng Ji. Online, he mostly interacted with his editor, Mu Yu. The delivery guy wasn’t even up for Su Yuyang’s consideration while Feng Ji was ‘past tense,’ and Su Yuyang didn’t double dip. Mu Yuy was a married man and Su Yuyang wouldn’t get involved in that. Counting on his fingers, Su Yuyang really didn’t have any suitable people in his orbit.

Now that Su Yuyang thought about it, aside from completing Demonic Song Defying Heaven and starting Massacre of the Nine Heavens, his life these past two years was just like plain water.

Ling Miao had appeared. What would that do to plain water?

Thinking this, Su Yuyang turned off the water. Then he realized something very important and also embarrassing—he hadn’t brought his bathrobe in!

Su Yuyang’s own clothes were already wet. He glanced around the bathroom and didn’t find anything to shield himself aside from his wet clothes.

Su Yuyang cursed under his breath then raised his voice: “Xiao Miao, Xiao Miao!”

“Su-ge, what’s the matter?”

“There’s a bathrobe folded at the head of my bed. Bring it to me!”

Ling Miao yelled in acknowledgement and Su Yuyang didn’t hear anything more.

A knock came at the door. Su Yuyang pulled the bathroom door open a crack and Ling Miao handed the robe in, but when Ling Miao turned to leave he slipped and fell directly against the door. The bathroom door opened inward and as Ling Miao fell, Su Yuyang could only hurriedly dodge. So Ling Miao fell into the bathroom and above his head was Su Yuyang…

“Aah—”

The terrible scream could have broken Su Yuyang’s eardrums. He put on the bathrobe and strode out of the bathroom, leaving Ling Miao alone in a panic on the bathroom floor.

Ling Miao’s brain seemed to have frozen up. He lay on the tiles, the water on the floor soaking through his clothes.

When Su Yuyang returned to the bathroom, Ling Miao was still in the same position he had left him in. It was as if Ling Miao hadn’t so much as blinked.

Su Yuyang squatted by Ling Miao’s side and helped Ling Miao up. Ling Miao reflexively turned his neck so that he was facing Su Yuyang.

Ling Miao had seen something he shouldn’t have seen and now facing Su Yuyang was awkward. Su Yuyang, on the other hand, was unruffled. He laughed and said: “The floor is cold, you’ll catch cold if you keep lying there.”

Ling Miao, who had just recovered his faculties, promptly lost them again. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to tell Su Yuyang something, but he couldn’t make a sound.

“That…”

“Hss—”

Ling Miao raised his hand to push Su Yuyang’s hand away from his back, but when he touched the back of Su Yuyang’s right hand, Su Yuyang inhaled sharply in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ling Miao didn’t move any more, worried he’d accidentally pop the boils on Su Yuyang’s hand.