Visiting Shan Yu’s room was something Chen Jian had been looking forward to.
But now, with Shan Yu’s prelude, visiting his room felt very wrong.
Chen Jian held onto the bar with one hand and the Coke glass with the other, not moving.
“Hey,” Shan Yu looked at him.
“Hm?” Chen Jian took a sip of Coke.
“Don’t make me carry you in,” Shan Yu said.
“No,” Chen Jian put down his glass and turned to look at him. “This is so strange. It’s like having an affair.”
“Having a relationship in one’s own home, in one’s own bedroom, how is that an af—” Shan Yu stopped halfway and clicked his tongue. “What, have you had one before?”
“Don’t you dare slander me,” Chen Jian said, and then couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let’s go,” Shan Yu said, flicking him on the face, picking up his glass, and turning to walk towards the hallway. “We can’t just hang around in the living room.”
Chen Jian took another large sip of Coke, then poured the rest of the Coke into his glass and held it. He even took the half-empty bottle that Shan Yu hadn’t finished.
He didn’t know why he was doing this. He just felt that the house was too big, and he should take everything he needed to avoid running back and forth and tiring his legs.
Shan Yu seemed quite proper now, and he really couldn’t stay in the living room forever. Otherwise, he would have to escape when President Liu and the others came back.
As he passed the dining room, Chen Jian glanced at it and saw that the dining room was also very large, and there were two kitchens. Judging by the kitchenware, it should be one Chinese kitchen and one Western kitchen.
A family of two that ate takeout owned two kitchens.
Further ahead was a long hallway that felt like a waste of space. The door at the end on the right should be Shan Yu’s room.
“Is that President Liu and the others’ room on the left?” Chen Jian asked from behind Shan Yu.
“No, that’s the guest room,” Shan Yu said, pointing back towards the corner opposite the living room. “Their room is over there.”
“I didn’t see it just now,” Chen Jian said.
“There are a few more rooms on the other side of the dining room,” Shan Yu said. “I live in this half, and they live in that half, so we don’t disturb each other…”
“Boss Shan,” Chen Jian had no idea there were more rooms on the other side of the dining room and couldn’t help but ask, “How big is your home?”
“Less than three hundred square meters,” Shan Yu said, opening the door to his room and making a ‘please’ gesture.
“Then… it must be quite cramped for you to live in that office at Da Yin,” Chen Jian said, walking into his room. It was a very large bedroom, different from the modern style outside. Shan Yu’s bedroom had a very cozy American-style decoration, with a wooden wainscot.
There were many strange little trinkets in the room, bottles, jars, candles, and the walls were covered with picture frames of all sizes. But instead of regular photos, they were blurry pictures of flowers, the sky, a corner of a house, and many were cutouts from magazines or other places. There were many things, but it didn’t look messy at all.
Being in it gave a full sense of security, making one feel very comfortable.
And there was another door in the room.
“Is that a vault inside?” Chen Jian asked.
“Mhm,” Shan Yu went over and pushed the door, turning on the light.
It was a study. Besides a set of a desk and a chair and a single sofa, it was all books. On the desk, on the bookshelves, on the floor…
It was indeed a vault.
Judging from these books, the things Shan Yu had talked about with Lu Jun were probably not “seen somewhere I don’t know,” but seen in his vault.
“I wouldn’t even dare to dream this,” Chen Jian said.
“So it’s not a dream now,” Shan Yu said, wrapping his arms around him.
Chen Jian didn’t speak. He reached out and randomly pulled a book from the bookshelf. It was actually a cookbook. He was stunned for a moment, quite surprised.
“You didn’t expect that, did you,” Shan Yu smiled.
“Mhm,” Chen Jian flipped through it. It was really a cookbook. “You read this too? Can you cook? That’s not possible, completely impossible…”
“I just look at it for fun,” Shan Yu said. “After reading it, I can’t cook, but I can criticize others’ cooking.”
“People who don’t work have no right to criticize,” Chen Jian said.
“It depends on the situation,” Shan Yu said. “If people don’t provoke me, I don’t provoke them.”
Chen Jian started laughing.
“Want to visit the bathroom?” Shan Yu asked.
“Mhm, I want to wash my face,” Chen Jian said. “Liu Wu insisted on gnawing that lamb chop clean during dinner, and when he used too much force, it poked me in the face…”
“Let’s go, let’s go wash your face,” Shan Yu said, putting his arm around him and walking out. He pushed open a door behind the bedroom door that looked like a wall. Inside was a very large bathroom. But this bathroom, which even had a wall of bathroom cabinets and a sauna chair in the shower, didn’t have a bathtub.
“Why isn’t there a bathtub?” Chen Jian asked, walking to the sink, turning on the faucet, and washing his face.
“I’m scared,” Shan Yu said, opening the cabinet next to him and taking out a towel for him.
“Scared?” Chen Jian was stunned for a moment and took the towel.
“Mhm, it makes me feel very insecure,” Shan Yu said, walking into the shower and standing in front of the side window, waving at him. “Come and see.”
“See what?” Chen Jian put down the towel and walked in curiously.
The side window was not covered, and you could see the night view outside.
Showering here was like standing on top of a mountain…
Before Chen Jian could see clearly what was outside, the shower door closed. As he turned his head, Shan Yu grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall.
“You…” Chen Jian hit the wall, his head tilted back, and hit Shan Yu’s hand, which was cushioning his head.
Then Shan Yu kissed him.
Chen Jian was startled, but despite the shock, his hands immediately wrapped around Shan Yu and slipped into his clothes, holding him tight.
But this shock hadn’t even ended when the next one came.
The shower head above them suddenly sprayed water.
When the warm water fell on his face, he even thought for a moment that it was raining. Then the water temperature quickly rose, and hot, steamy water slid past his lips…
As expected of a high-end shower head, the water that came out was directly hot…
Damn it!
I’m still wearing my clothes!
A full set of clothes!
What is this?
He wanted to struggle, for example, to push Shan Yu away.
But he didn’t move. In the warm water and white mist that had enveloped his body in a few seconds, he even tore open Shan Yu’s clothes.
Shan Yu let go of him, took off his clothes, and hugged him again. The watery kiss went down from his lips, to his earlobe, his neck, his shoulder…
Although there was a trace of panic in his heart, Chen Jian never hesitated for a moment. He took off his clothes faster than ever before.
When he reached for Shan Yu’s pants, Shan Yu grabbed his hand and fumbled in his pocket with some difficulty.
Phone?
Fuck, a phone?
Oh, the phone is in the jacket pocket. The jacket was taken off outside…
Then Shan Yu’s phone?
Shan Yu threw the thing he had taken out of his pocket onto the shelf next to him, then deftly threw his pants to the side.
The bathroom was filled with steam and water, and everything was a blur. But Chen Jian could still guess what it was from the outline.
Crazy.
He didn’t even forget to bring this thing on a business trip!
And it was even in his pocket…
When did he put it in his pocket?
But his body didn’t give him time to continue thinking. When Shan Yu pressed against him again, the fine water droplets seemed like hands caressing his body, filling all the gaps between them.
Even his gasps were filled with the sound of spraying water.
Shan Yu turned him around by the shoulders. Chen Jian braced himself against the wall and wanted to turn his head to speak, but Shan Yu’s hand reached over and covered his mouth.
In that instant, the water droplets seemed to be filled with weight. Every drop that landed on his skin had a clear trajectory, from touch to sliding down, following the rhythm of his heartbeat.
…
The bathroom was quite large, but the steam and gasps still managed to fill it completely.
Chen Jian’s forehead was pressed against the wall. Water kept sliding down his face. Combined with his own violent, still-unsettled breathing, it gave him the illusion that he was drenched in sweat.
“The water,” he said, “turn it off. I’m about to drown.”
Shan Yu smiled, turned off the large shower head above, and left only the side one on.
The water flow immediately became much gentler, with a comfortable feeling like a light massage.
Chen Jian let out a breath, turned around, leaned against the wall, and looked at Shan Yu.
“Your swimming skills aren’t that good either,” Shan Yu said, pinching his chin.
“Wasn’t this thing spraying right at me?” Chen Jian looked up and saw that it was a huge square shower head, big enough to drench both of them completely.
“I even choked a little just now,” Shan Yu said, pressing against him, his chin resting on his shoulder.
“That didn’t affect your performance,” Chen Jian said.
“At a time like this, even if I were stabbed and didn’t die immediately, it wouldn’t affect my performance,” Shan Yu said.
“What are you talking about!” Chen Jian patted him on the back.
Shan Yu smiled, held his face and looked at it, and kissed him again. “Go wash up. They might come back later and we might have to chat for a bit.”
Even though he was still in the steamy bathroom and the heat in his body hadn’t subsided, this sentence immediately calmed Chen Jian down for five seconds.
“Fuck, hurry up,” he said, turning to the shelf next to him. “Which one is the shampoo?”
“This one,” Shan Yu said, taking a bottle, squeezing a dollop onto his hand, and then rubbing it in his hands before slowly massaging it into his hair. “What are you nervous about?”
“I’m afraid that if they come back and we’re still in the bathroom…” Chen Jian closed his eyes and lowered his head.
“So what if they come back?” Shan Yu said. “They won’t come to this side of the hallway, let alone into my room.”
“But if we don’t come out right away, won’t they be able to guess…” Chen Jian couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Do they even need to guess?” Shan Yu said. “Is it possible that we haven’t done anything?”
“Damn it, don’t be so blunt,” Chen Jian looked up at him. “And doing something somewhere else is different from doing it at home, right?”
“Oh,” Shan Yu’s lips curved up.
Although he said he had to wash up quickly, with you helping me scrub and me helping you wipe, the speed didn’t increase at all. A task that usually took five minutes to wash back and forth took almost half an hour to finish.
“My clothes are in my bag, and my bag is still in the living room,” Chen Jian said, standing in the bathroom.
“Wear mine for now,” Shan Yu said, opening the bathroom cabinet and taking out a bathrobe for him. “You can just find something in the closet outside. I’ll go get it for you later.”
“Mhm,” Chen Jian put on the bathrobe, walked to the door, and pressed his ear against it to listen.
“Even if I made you sing two octaves in here, you wouldn’t be able to hear it outside,” Shan Yu looked at him. “I’m begging you, relax…”
Chen Jian started laughing, opened the door, and walked out.
But he still couldn’t help but listen for any sounds outside.
Indeed, he couldn’t hear anything.
Shan Yu came out wearing a bathrobe, walked around the room twice, and finally found his phone on a bookshelf in the inner room. He opened it and looked at it.
“They’re not back yet. My mom went to the company.”
“Oh,” Chen Jian immediately breathed a sigh of relief and fell onto Shan Yu’s bed. “Damn, this mattress is so comfortable.”
He thought for a moment and then sat up again. “So late at night, she went to the company?”
“Mhm, workaholics are all like that. She probably thought of something again,” Shan Yu said. “My dad went to a fishing tackle shop…”
“Huh?” Chen Jian was shocked.
“At the intersection where we just turned, there’s a pretty big shop,” Shan Yu said. “A lot of fishing enthusiasts usually gather there to chat. My dad loves to go there.”
“Are they all skunked?” Chen Jian asked.
“How is that possible,” Shan Yu laughed.
“Then what does Professor Shan, a fish feeder like him, talk about with people there?” Chen Jian was a bit confused.
“You don’t understand,” Shan Yu said. “If he doesn’t say anything, those people might start arguing as they chat. As soon as he opens his mouth, everyone immediately unites to teach him a lesson. You know, a dove of peace.”
Chen Jian lay on the bed and laughed for a long time.
Shan Yu took a set of pajamas out of the closet and threw them at him. “Wear these for now.”
“Mhm,” Chen Jian got up and changed into the pajamas. He looked down at the little bear on the clothes. “Do you wear such cute pajamas?”
“My mom bought them,” Shan Yu said, taking out another set. This one had a little pig on it. “I think in her memory, I’ve never really grown up. The pajamas she buys for me are all in this style.”
“At least the size is right,” Chen Jian said.
“I haven’t grown since junior high,” Shan Yu said. “I grew all at once.”
Chen Jian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Shan Yu wearing a pig.
“You look… quite well-behaved when you wear this,” he said.
“Am I not usually well-behaved?” Shan Yu walked up to him, lifted his chin, and looked down at him.
“Look at yourself in the mirror. With that attitude of yours, how can you be well-behaved?” Chen Jian said.
Shan Yu started laughing, his fingers lightly pressing on his lips. “Are you sleepy? If you’re sleepy, you can go to sleep.”
“A little,” Chen Jian said. “But let’s not sleep yet. Let’s wait for President Liu and the others to come back.”
“If they were together, we could wait. One is at the company and the other is at the fishing tackle shop. We don’t know what time they’ll be back,” Shan Yu said. “No need to wait.”
Chen Jian leaned against him, his arms wrapped around his waist.
After a while, he said, “Hey, I think President Liu and Professor Shan… is it because they’ve been together for too long? So… how should I put it… they’re not always together?”
“It was like that before too. They were both busy with their own things,” Shan Yu said. “They only saw each other once a week when they were dating.”
“Huh?” Chen Jian was a bit surprised.
“That’s just their personality. They wouldn’t have been able to stay together if it were someone else,” Shan Yu said.
“Is this genetic?” Chen Jian asked.
“What do you think?” Shan Yu said.
“A little at first,” Chen Jian said. “Not so much now. You had your boundaries back then.”
“What nonsense,” Shan Yu said.
“When you’re auspiciously gone in the future, I’ll also put a solar-powered display on your tombstone,” Chen Jian said. “Just three words, ‘Don’t cross the line’. And I’ll draw a one-meter line for you. Please burn paper offerings outside the line…”
Shan Yu started laughing. “Is this never going to end?”
Chen Jian laughed for a while and then suddenly stopped. He sat up, hugged him tight, buried his face in the side of his neck, and pressed hard, his voice a bit muffled. “You should die later.”
“What are you saying,” Shan Yu said, rubbing his head. “I’m six years older than you, not sixty. How much earlier can I be?”
“Anyway, you die later. Wait for me,” Chen Jian said.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you,” Shan Yu said. “I’ll start practicing holding my breath now. When the time comes, I’ll just hold my breath and not die.”
Chen Jian didn’t speak, but started laughing.
“When the King of Hell sends people for me, they’ll have to stand by my side and wait, working as my bodyguards for a few years,” Shan Yu said.
Chen Jian tilted his head and called his name, “Shan Yu.”
“Hm?” Shan Yu responded.
“I love you,” Chen Jian said.
Shan Yu’s hand, which had been gently stroking his head, paused for two seconds, then his arms tightened. “I love you.”
