pr: roki
The interstellar wanderers, perhaps due to their unique way of life, developed hoarding habits during their decades, or even lifetimes, of wandering. Carlos Black, as the former king of the wanderers, was naturally not spared.
His closet used a hidden folding design. At first glance, it seemed there was only a wall, but upon closer inspection, one would find it was a whole different world. After opening each layer, the contents inside could probably fill two entire rooms.
Even though there were a lot of things, the contents were not at all disorganized. They were neatly divided into three parts, clearly separated, with nameplates embedded above each of the cabinets.
The two largest sections of the area were labeled with the names Sabrina Black and Elsa Black, one filled with adult women’s clothes and the other belonging to a little girl.
Even if one thought with their toes, they would know that these were the clothes of Carlos Black’s wife and daughter. The electronic closet came with dusting and sorting functions, so the clothes in those two sections were meticulously and neatly arranged in chronological order.
If the rumors weren’t wrong, then these two had passed away many years ago, so most of the clothes were concentrated in the earlier years. But after that, the clothing on both sides had still been added to every year. Sometimes there were five or six more pieces, sometimes one or two. Like this, it had continued to this day.
At first glance, the closet created the illusion that the wife and the little girl were still living there, as if they had never left.
This was probably a side of the King of the Wanderers that had never been revealed to the outside world.
But Chu Si was only there to borrow clothes, not to pry into someone’s heart. In the spirit of minding his own business, he scanned around offhandedly and turned his attention to the section with Carlos Black’s name embedded above.
Compared to the other two sections, this section was really… pitifully small. If it weren’t for the built-in organizing function of the closet, it would probably be a hundred times more messy than at present.
Collared shirts…
Collared shirts…
Collared shirts…
Chu Si rummaged around and found that there were no collared shirts in this person’s closet, not even a single one!
He was used to wearing that kind of meticulous style of clothing. In short, he was a well-dressed scumbag all year round. After losing that kind of clothing, he found it a little hard to adapt.
These clothes of Carlos Black’s were too slovenly for him. In the earlier years, there were still signs he had put some thought into picking them out, probably because there was still someone taking care of him at the time. Later on, they were basically just multiple copies of the same clothing, as if they’d been randomly chosen.
He took two sets of less slovenly clothing that he could just barely accept, and then entered the bathroom.
The steam that enveloped Sa’e Yang’s bath had long dissipated, but the water on the ground was still there, with a lingering hint of the smell of shampoo.
The bathroom was very large. There was a laundry machine in the corner, fully functional for cleaning, disinfection, drying, folding, and organizing. Sa’e Yang should’ve thrown his clothes in when he had taken his bath.
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Chu Si glanced at it and then quickly withdrew his gaze as if stung by a wasp.
Anyway, wherever a certain Mr. Yang had spent time, even when he was gone, his presence was always there in various strange ways.
This could be considered a talent.
Chu Si placed his clean clothes on the shelf and lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt.
His shirt was no better than Sa’e Yang’s. It was completely cut and torn and stained with too much blood. Even washing it again wouldn’t have any use. He threw his shirt into the garbage bin in the corner and his still-wearable pants into the washing machine.
As the hot water poured down from above his head, all kinds of indescribable soreness and weakness gradually seeped out from his bones. The things they experienced during this period of time had almost never ceased, and the prolonged tension and large number of conflicts and confrontations put a lot of strain on the body.
Hot water could indeed relax one’s mood by a lot. Chu Si idled around for a while. When his muscles and bones had softened, he turned off the water and walked out.
He casually wiped the water from his body, put on clean pants, and then suddenly remembered something and looked down at his waist. He pressed his fingers in a familiar spot, and with a click, a patch of skin opened up, revealing the countdown monitor inside.
Last time he checked, there were still about 120 days left in the countdown. Recently, however, they had been running through different spacetime zones, so the countdown might’ve been slightly affected, becoming either faster or slower. He’d encountered his influence in a simulated environment before, and based on experience, the impact was not very significant. At most, it was only the difference of a few days.
He was about to check how many days were left in the current countdown when suddenly there was a movement outside the door. Then, the bathroom door sounded softly as it was opened from the outside.
Sa’e Yang propped himself against the doorframe with one hand, lazily leaning against it. There was a hint of drowsiness on his face.
With a flick of Chu Si’s fingers, the skin by his waist had closed. To disguise the sound of it closing, he said surprisedly, “You’ve woken up? I’ve been in the shower for an hour?”
“If you’re referring to the estimated healing time predicted by the medical capsule…” Sa’e Yang pursed his lips. “Then I guess I’ve come out early.”
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Chu Si’s waist, which was covered by his fingers. “What are you touching your waist for? Am I interrupting something more personal?”
Chu Si had no expression on his face. Throwing his towel at Sa’e Yang, he grabbed a black, tight-fitting shirt and pulled it over himself. “Unlike you, I don’t have that kind of free time.”
Sa’e Yang lifted his hand to catch the towel, then raised his eyebrows. “Actually, all my free time was spent in the medical capsule because of your calculations, Executive.”
Chu Si glanced toward his arm and waist and realized that the wounds were completely gone, looking as if they had never been there to begin with. He reached up and touched his own back shoulder again, and the wounds had healed neatly as well, the scabs that had formed coming off cleanly in the shower earlier. However, the skin still felt a little different.
In the end, he became the one who healed slower.
Chu Si sneered angrily in his heart and pointed to the clothes lying on the laundry platform. “Since you’re healed, could you please put on your clothes instead of running around with a towel around yourself? We’re in someone else’s aircraft, could you please be slightly less shameless?”
As he spoke, he picked another black shirt from the rack and slapped it onto Sa’e Yang’s chest, grabbed the towel out of his hand, and wiped his hair while walking out.
Sa’e Yang gave a casual “en” from behind him, obviously suppressing his laughter.
What happened before he collapsed into the medical capsule was so lightly glossed over that it didn’t seem like it would ever be brought up again.
It was as if everything confirmed what Chu Si had said before— that Sa’e Yang’s curiosity and interest in various things always came and went quickly, and that once that point in time had passed or a certain idea had been satisfied, his interest would wane.
About this, Chu Si was neither happy nor unhappy. It was all within his expectations anyway.
After turning a circle, everything was back to square one. A sudden kiss didn’t mean anything overly profound, and the relationship between the two seemed no different from before.
Sa’e Yang quickly changed and emerged. His complexion was not very good, his lips still a little pale, but his eyes were as clear and bright as ever. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Chu Si sat on the single-person sofa in the living room, wiping his hair with one hand and replying to messages on his communicator with the other.
Sa’e Yang stood watching behind his sofa, reaching out to lift two strands of his hair that had been slightly disheveled by the towel.
Chu Si felt a strange touch on the top of his head and turned to stare at this meddlesome person. He looked at him with an odd expression for a long while before raising his hand and casually pointing towards the corridor, saying, “The medical room is stocked with quite a few medicines that can be used for anything. Why don’t you go take a look and eat some?”
From what he knew of Sa’e Yang, this man had always been infuriating with his words and rarely idle with his hands. He suspected that in the eyes of Mr. Yang, the whole world was a concentration camp of fools, and there were few qualified for him to annoy.
Moreover, in the past, even if Sa’e Yang decided to annoy him, he would rarely make such a move. His movements were always full of all kinds of pressure and aggression, subconsciously placing himself in the upper hand…
This kind of “lifting up two strands of hair” situation really didn’t seem like something he would do.
Caught by Chu Si’s words, Sa’e Yang lazily leaned against the back of the sofa and lifted another strand of Chu Si’s hair, dragging his words. “I don’t want to eat.”
Chu Si: “…Are you really Sa’e Yang?”
Sa’e Yang blew away the strands of hair he was holding in his hand, hmphed, and stood up straight. “Who else would you want me to be, otherwise? Executive, I’m a little hungry. Do you know how to cook?”
“I don’t.” Chu Si spoke decisively.
This statement was obviously nonsense. Living by himself for so many years, if he didn’t know how to cook, he wouldn’t be able to survive up until now.
But Sa’e Yang didn’t argue back and stared at the back of his head for about five minutes, until Chu Si’s own stomach protested first.
“Executive,” Sa’e Yang said.
Chu Si ignored him.
“My dear.” Sa’e Yang spoke again.
Chu Si sat still on the sofa, pretending to be dead.
Sa’e Yang: “Stop pretending, your stomach is already rumbling. I can hear it all, very, very clearly.”
This bastard even emphasized “very” two times, truly a piece of trash incapable of human speech.
Chu Si endured for a while but couldn’t hold back. He stood up expressionlessly from the sofa, rolled up the towel in his hand, and threw it directly at Sa’e Yang’s face. Lifting his feet, he walked through the living room towards the kitchen.
His movements were very heavy, loudly rummaging through the refrigerator and taking out the ingredients, clearly declaring his unwillingness.
Sa’e Yang leaned against the refrigerator door with his eyes curved. “I want one plate of—”
“Shut up,” Chu Si interrupted unkindly. “Who’s going to take your order? I’ll make what I make. If you don’t want it, then stay hungry.”
The oil in the pan was hot and the seasoning gave off a fragrance. There was a sizzling sound as cod meat was dropped in. All of a sudden things seemed very domestic, and there was the illusion of a safe and steady life.
Sa’e Yang stood by his side with interest for a while, then called out, “Executive.”
“What? If you want to eat, don’t stand here like a coffin lid, blocking the light.” Chu Si spoke without looking up.
“Nothing. I just think you were a little off in your previous judgment.” Sa’e Yang said.
“What judgment?” Chu Si casually asked, taking out a piece of fried cod.
“You said that my interest always dissipated quickly, and frankly, I agree. But strangely enough, I’m suddenly not so sure now.” Sa’e Yang suddenly raised his hand and wiped the corner of Chu Si’s mouth nonchalantly with his thumb, then cupped his chin to make him turn and lowered his head.
The kiss was very intimate, not aggressive or conquering, and it didn’t even last as long as before.
Only when Sa’e Yang stood up straight again, did Chu Si realize that he had responded to the kiss, and…
Then the other piece of cod was fried in this way.
Chu Si, his handsome face paralyzed, took out that piece of fried cod and was about to say something when his communicator resting on the side suddenly vibrated.
AHHHHH they kissed again!!! I live for these domestic moments!!!
Yesss. Giving reality to the title, “My Dear”~ What’s not to love with this domestic bliss?
Thanks for the update! 💖
Huhu. That’s a sweet kiss in the kitchen while frying 😻
Ah! Another flashing kiss! And this time, it was so calm and romantic! Thanks for the chapter, I hope more!
ANOTHER ONE OMG- I AM ALL FOR IT SA’E YANG GO AHEAD SHOWER YOUR LOVE TO CHU SI WE ARE ALL HERE FOR IT ROOTING FOR YOU BOY