"I'll go get you some mung bean soup," Gu Han explained.
Lampwick: "Hmm?"
"Reduce the heat."
Confused and afraid that Gu Han would run away, she shuffled off the bed, tiptoed to find her slippers, and even after putting them on, she wouldn't let go, clinging to the man's arm and wanting to stay with him. The room had air conditioning, but Gu Han still felt hot and bothered.
She wanted to push the young master away.
Nan Yufei clung to him, holding him tightly.
Gu Han could only lead him to the kitchen, and said helplessly, "Can you let go now?"
The grip on his arm immediately loosened, and Gu Han went to get him some soup. It was cold, but adding sugar made it just right. Deng Xin's stomachache worsened, and his back bent, almost causing him to drop the bowl.
Gu Han took it.
Frowning, he asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
The wick still stubbornly insisted, "It doesn't hurt."
Gu Han was worried, so he put the bowl on the island counter, called for emergency help, and carried her back to the bedroom to change her clothes. Nan Yu was in too much pain, so she squatted in the corner holding her stomach and making soft whimpering sounds.
He dared not cry out in pain.
Because it's me who insists on eating barbecue.
Even if it hurts terribly, you have to endure it.
Gu Han had already guessed that Deng Xin would have a stomachache when he was eating and drinking. Half an hour later, he had a needle stuck in the back of his hand and lay weakly on the bed. Gu Han stayed with him and massaged his lower abdomen.
I was up all night.
I didn't get back until 4 a.m.
The environment on the first floor is not as good as that on the second floor.
The bed on the second floor is against the wall. It's not really a bed; it has a thick sponge mattress, with another soft mattress on top. The bedding is also fluffy and soft, with a vibrant light green hue.
Close the window and draw the curtains.
Gu Han went up to accompany the boy. Perhaps because the boy was sick, at least at this moment, he did not have any dirty thoughts. He placed his hand on Nan Yu's lower abdomen and gently massaged it.
I did this tonight.
The next day, I was unable to eat steamed buns as I had hoped.
He slept until noon. Gu Han made him some thin porridge, but Xiao Yu was so listless that he didn't even want to lift his arms. In the end, the housekeeper had to feed him spoonful by spoonful. Looking at the bustling crowd outside, Deng Xin regretted his actions.
I should have known better than to be tempted by barbecue.
After finishing the porridge, Gu Han wiped his mouth for him, taking meticulous care of him. Nan Yu had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he lay in bed scrolling through Douyin (TikTok). He came across a radio drama, which was very exciting from the start, and he turned the volume up loud.
Gu Han was pouring water and heard every single word.
It seems like a scenario where one person makes a mistake, gets caught red-handed by the other, gets their clothes torn, and is taught a lesson. The problem is, it involves two men...
The lamp wick listened to it once and didn't move on, so it listened a second time, and a third time. Gu Han: "..."
It's not that Nan Yu isn't scrolling; he's scrolling through the comments. The Douyin users are really interesting. You can't multitask. If you're focused on reading the comments, you can't hear the audio. He played it several times but didn't pay attention and kept scrolling.
Gu Han took a deep breath and brought over the cup of warm water.
Just as I reached the bedside, a scream of pain came from my phone.
Just from the sound, my mind is filled with vivid thoughts. My hand holding the water glass wobbles slightly, almost spilling it. My throat moves uncontrollably, and my voice is slightly hoarse.
"Young master, get up and have some water."
His young master is still browsing the comments section.
Gu Han couldn't take it anymore. He snatched the phone away, turned off the screen, and the sound stopped. Nan Yu was stunned. He looked up and tried to reach for the phone, but Gu Han wouldn't let him. His arm was too long, and he couldn't reach it.
Gu Han: "Get up and drink some water first."
Dengxin pouted, sat up, gulped down her water in three big gulps, and held out her hand to the man, "Give it to me."
Gu Han handed him the phone.
The same voice started repeating itself again. Gu Han stared at the pink lips, his eyes growing darker. He restrained himself from looking away and said in a low voice, "Stop looking at these things."
Dengxin hugged the pillow indifferently, adjusted to a comfortable position, and said, "Don't worry, I'm very straight. It's just listening to a radio drama twice, and watching movies won't make me gay. You're still a very safe butler."
As she spoke, she gave Gu Han a wink.
The tender sprout that broke through the soil in Gu Han's heart gradually grew into a towering tree. The boy would tease him at the drop of a hat, making it hard not to be moved.
I regret bringing him out.
I don't know how I'm going to get through the next few days.
I couldn't do anything about it, so I just took an empty cup outside and went to read a book to calm my mind.
For dinner, it was just plain porridge again. Nan Yu didn't want to drink it anymore. Leaning against the pillow, she looked pitifully at Gu Han, "Butler, I want to eat steamed buns~"
Gu Han nodded.
He turned and went out.
He was afraid he couldn't stand staying even a second longer.
Although the steamed bun shop is closed at night, there's a saying that money can make the devil turn the millstone. Gu Han gave 10,000 yuan, the shop assistants went off duty, and the boss gathered his whole family to make steamed buns.
The filling is ready, so knead the dough, wrap the filling, steam, heat oil, and fry.
Division of labor and cooperation.
Less than half an hour later, Gu Han returned carrying a bag of steamed buns. As he entered, he heard some inappropriate noises again, which, compared to before, sounded more like someone watching a… film. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he said:
"Dinner's ready."
Dengxin's stomach doesn't hurt anymore. She's lying on the bed with her legs crossed, her little white feet still twitching. She's playing educational videos on her phone, listening to the little uke crying.
For some reason, he found it very pleasant to hear.
He wasn't embarrassed when Gu Han came back. He knew the housekeeper didn't like men. At most, he was just a little tempted by Gu Han's good looks. Actually, they were both very straight.
Two straight men together won't spark any romance.
He watched movies with a clear conscience.
Baozi came back, got up, and went downstairs to eat without even closing the screen on her phone. She put the phone stand on the table and continued watching. Gu Han frowned.
After eating two steamed buns, Dengxin asked the man sitting opposite her drinking mung bean soup, "Butler, are you still a virgin?"
Gu Han choked on the mung bean soup he had just drunk and coughed violently. Nan Yu quickly took off her disposable gloves, went around to pat the butler's back, and chewed on a steamed bun while saying:
"Why are you reacting so strongly? So what if you're not a virgin? You're thirty, aren't you? You're quite old. It's scary if you're a virgin; it proves you're not good enough."
"Very old"—that label pierced Gu Han's heart.
He stopped using tissues, raised the back of his hand to wipe the saliva that had splattered from the corner of his mouth from coughing, his expression complicated, and his whole demeanor became much more gloomy.
He didn't want to explain anymore.
The young master's comment about being too old completely woke him up. The age difference was too great, and he shouldn't have any designs on her. She was the beloved darling of the Nan family, and he shouldn't overstep his bounds.
Pushing away the boy who was patting her back, she stood up and said, "I'm going out for a bit."
As she walked out, Nan Yu watched the man's retreating figure and sensed that he seemed angry.
I reviewed what I had just said.
Perhaps he had said he was old, or perhaps he had crossed the line by asking about his private life, which made the housekeeper unhappy. He scratched his ear with his finger, feeling a little guilty, and then slapped his own mouth.
He muttered, "I told you not to talk properly."
He chased after them, but after only a couple of steps he turned back, put on another pair of disposable gloves, grabbed two steamed buns, and ran off, eating and shouting as he went:
"housekeeper!"
"housekeeper!"
Gu Han paused slightly when he heard the young master call from behind. After thinking for a moment, he stopped and turned around, his expression indifferent: "Young Master."
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