Chapter 49: The Scheming Boy’s Broad Back, Narrow Waist, and Perky Butt
After finishing his shower in Shou Jiaxun’s room, Liang Bo swaggered back to the guest room to rest.
Shou Jiaxun frowned as he stared at his back, feeling an inexplicable sense of awkwardness in his heart. However, it wasn’t until he finished his own shower and couldn’t find his bathrobe that he found the answer: “That stinky brat wore my bathrobe away… what am I supposed to wear?”
Only two regular-sized towels remained in the bathroom. Shou Jiaxun wrung one out and wiped himself from head to toe, yet he still felt dripping wet all over.
So he opened the bathroom door just a crack to peek outside. From this angle, he could see his bedroom door was wide open, and the opposite guest room door wasn’t closed either, though he had no idea where Liang Bo had wandered off to.
“Bo’er,” President Shou called out tentatively.
Liang Bo came running over, his slippers smacking the floor with a pa pa sound: “What’s up?”
He was actually still wearing President Shou’s bathrobe.
What was supposed to be a knee-length terrycloth robe looked like a sexy mini-dress on him, the hem barely covering his butt and reaching his thighs. Running in it would definitely cause a wardrobe malfunction… and he seemed to have run over just now.
Shou Jiaxun pressed his lips together to hold back a smile, turning sideways to show only half his face in the door crack. He raised an eyebrow as he took in Assistant Liang’s long legs—the bones were slender, the muscles solid, exuding a strong sense of power.
Sports school students really had an advantage when it came to physique.
President Shou secretly clicked his tongue, lowering his eyes in self-reflection: I’ve fallen. To actually start appreciating a boy’s figure… dirty old man.
He then gathered his thoughts and instructed through the door: “Go to Guoran’s room and bring me the bathrobe hanging in his bathroom.”
Liang Bo turned around, but without moving from his spot, he turned back, as if deliberately spinning in a circle to let President Shou appreciate his broad back, narrow waist, and perky butt.
Then, with a look of extreme embarrassment, he explained: “I’m not that close with President Guo. Going into his room alone and touching his personal items… isn’t appropriate. I won’t go.”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes in disbelief, confronting Assistant Liang: “When you wore my bathrobe, why didn’t you feel like an outsider at all?”
Liang Bo explained with a completely straight face: “Firstly, because I don’t like wearing sweaty clothes after a shower. Secondly, I was afraid you’d hit me if I came out naked. The most important thing is that we’re traveling partners now, so we shouldn’t be too petty about these things.”
“I—” Shou Jiaxun was at a loss for words. Thinking about how he also wouldn’t want to wear dirty clothes after a shower, he felt Liang Bo’s reasoning was quite solid: “Alright, then please help me close the bedroom door, thank you.”
Liang Bo nodded and obediently closed the door tightly for him. Then he returned to the bathroom door and asked, “And then what?”
“And then…” President Shou was dumbfounded, thinking to himself that this kid was hopeless: “And then you have to leave! Otherwise, how am I supposed to come out?”
“Oh, right, right. Sorry, I misunderstood.” Liang Bo touched his forehead and turned around, but before he could reach the door, the doorbell at the main entrance started ringing ding dong ding dong.
Liang Little Bo suddenly looked pleasantly surprised: “Oh, my luggage is here!” He abruptly quickened his pace, pulled open the bedroom door, and ran out to receive his luggage.
President Shou’s bedroom door was once again left wide open.
Shou Jiaxun thought: Should I go out? …Or should I go out? Maybe I should just go out, it’s better not to count on others.
While he was still torn, Liang Bo came running back with a pa pa sound from his slippers, clutching a balled-up bathrobe in his hand. He stuffed it through the door crack to President Shou: “Here! Found one. You wear this.”
Shou Jiaxun closed the bathroom door, shook out the bathrobe, and wrapped it around himself. For drying off, these large terrycloth bathrobes were truly the best; he finally felt dry and comfortable.
However, this one was exceedingly wide and long. The hem dragged all the way down to his ankles. Once he tied the belt, he had to hike the waistline up, causing the fabric over his stomach to bunch up into a lump. From a distance, he looked like a grand lama wearing a monk’s robe.
But regardless, President Shou could finally walk out of the bathroom openly. Between laughter and tears, he asked his tall assistant: “Bo’er! Don’t tell me even your bathrobes are custom-made?”
“No! Just an ordinary plus size.” When Liang Bo came over a few minutes later, he had already changed into his loungewear. In his hand, he held the safflower oil he had just bought from the downstairs convenience store. “My dad said traveling with injuries easily turns minor injuries into major ones, so he told me to help you rub this on.”
Shou Jiaxun chuckled: “Thank your dad for me.” He then reached out for the medicinal oil: “I can do it myself.”
“Do you know how to use it?” Assistant Liang’s face was full of skepticism.
President Shou put his hands on his hips and shot back: “What is there not to know?”
Liang Bo pulled the rolling chair from behind the desk, pushed it to the foot of the bed, pointed at it, and commanded with a tone resembling an order: “Sit. Let you experience a professional sports-grade massage for free.”
Even though there was a bed right in front of them that could easily be sat on, he deliberately pushed a chair over for Shou Jiaxun to sit on, maintaining a steady and appropriate distance.
Shou Jiaxun naturally had no reason to refuse. With almost no hesitation, he gladly accepted the invitation, pulling up his pant leg to expose the bruise on his calf, and rested it on the edge of the bed.
Liang Bo first warmed the medicinal oil by rubbing it in his palms, then applied the warmth to the bruised area on Shou Jiaxun’s calf. He repeated this warming process twice before he slowly began to massage it.
He looked both professional and focused, his rigorous expression inspiring trust.
Shou Jiaxun’s already minimal guard against Student Little Liang lowered even further, until his entire body and mind relaxed, and he began to feel sleepy.
He casually picked a topic to chat about: “Bo’er, I often hear you mention your dad. You two must have a really good relationship, right?”
“My dad is a great person. I’ll introduce you guys when there’s a chance.” Liang Bo responded slowly, his attention still entirely focused on President Shou’s fair, smooth calf.
Omega skin was as delicate as porcelain. The area rubbed with the medicinal oil gleamed even more, and when his palm touched it, it felt as if it would stick—the sexual tension was palpable.
Liang Bo felt he could tirelessly massage Shou Jiaxun’s leg all night long.
But right now, President Shou wanted to chat, bringing up family topics one after another: “You must have a great relationship with your grandpa too, right? I heard you say he always praises you for being sensible.”
Liang Bo had to divert a little energy to chat about family matters with him: “My dad was busy with work, so my grandpa took care of me a lot when I was little.”
“Do you still get together often now?”
“Not as frequently as before… Before my Alpha father passed away, we lived together with my grandpa. Now we’ve moved out.”
President Shou was slightly confused: “Your Omega dad didn’t remarry, so why move out?”
Liang Bo smiled bitterly: “My dad didn’t remarry, but my grandpa did. He’s old in age but young at heart. He needs to have his own life too.”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows and smiled: “Are you opposed to your grandpa remarrying?”
“It’s not my place to oppose. While my Alpha father was still alive, he had already remarried, and even gave me two… uncles who are only a tiny bit older than me.”
Not his place to oppose meant he was definitely very opposed!
Shou Jiaxun looked somewhat embarrassed: “Hey, I mean, your… your grandpa, even though this is… well, going strong in old age and not quite mainstream, he still has the right to pursue his own happiness, right? Can’t you be a little understanding of the elderly?”
“It’s not that I don’t understand him!” Liang Bo looked up, his expression showing a hint of displeasure. “Sigh… you probably can’t understand. Actually, most people can’t understand.
Grandpa and my dad are the only two relatives I value in this world, so I want them to be happy. But I can’t quite accept them being snatched away by outsiders.”
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