Chapter 153: Kid, You’re Not Even Fully Grown Yet
Nan Xun hesitated.
He’d just finished showering—was he really supposed to put on these dirty clothes that reeked so strongly?
Yan Luo took in his reaction at a glance and leisurely raised an eyebrow. “Kid, if you find them disgusting, you don’t have to wear them. You can choose to walk back naked. The bathhouse isn’t that far from the cell block—just pass a basketball court, a sports field, and a factory building, and you’ll be there.”
The moment Nan Xun heard that, he stopped hesitating. He hurriedly pulled on the foul-smelling prison clothes. When he put on the pants, he instinctively turned his back to Yan Luo, moving even faster than when he’d put on the top.
Seeing his reaction, Yan Luo couldn’t help laughing. “You’re not even fully grown yet—what are you being shy about? I’m not going to laugh at you. Come on, give me a massage.”
Nan Xun walked up to him, his gaze unconsciously sweeping past his earlobe. On the man’s right earlobe was a faint little mole.
Sure enough, he hadn’t been mistaken last time.
“I’m not very good at this. If it’s too light or too heavy, just say something,” Nan Xun said quietly, lowering his eyes slightly, then reached out and got to work.
Earlier, with all the steam, he hadn’t seen clearly—he’d only thought the man had a handsome face, long legs, and a great build. Now, though, Nan Xun noticed that his back was covered in no fewer than fifty scars of all sizes. Just from bullet wounds alone, there were three: one on the shoulder blade, one at the small of the back, and another on his arm. And that was only what could be seen from behind. If the front were included, wouldn’t there be even more?
Who knew what this man had been through…
Probably startled by all those scars, Nan Xun kneaded very carefully.
Yan Luo let out a satisfied sigh. He hadn’t expected those little hands to feel so good—just not very evenly applied.
“Kid, come on—get on my back.”
Nan Xun: …
“That would be disrespectful, brother.”
“I’m not afraid. What are you afraid of? Get up here.”
Nan Xun rolled his eyes skyward, climbed onto the bed, and plopped his butt down on the man’s waist.
Yan Luo let out a muffled groan. “You naughty kid—your sitting down almost broke my back.”
The corner of Nan Xun’s mouth curved up as he started kneading with both hands. Before long, the man was humming comfortably.
Who knew how long it went on—Yan Luo still didn’t tell him to stop. Nan Xun’s arms were sore, and his legs were going numb.
During that time, someone occasionally peeked into the room—probably inmates waiting to bathe. The moment they saw the two of them inside, they disappeared at once. No one knew if word had been passed along, but not a single person came anywhere near the bathhouse after that.
Skipping a shower for one day wouldn’t kill you. Running into Yan Luo, though—that was another matter. They’d rather stink or suffocate than get beaten to death by Yan Luo.
The entire bathhouse was quiet, with only Nan Xun and the man humming on the bed.
Nan Xun really couldn’t take it anymore and finally asked, “Brother, is that enough? My arms are already sore.”
Yan Luo raised an eyebrow. “You kid—if your arms were sore, you should’ve said so earlier. I thought you wanted to serve me a bit longer. To indulge you, I didn’t have the heart to stop.”
Nan Xun: …
He suddenly wanted to throw a punch at the back of that head—after all, the back of his head didn’t have eyes.
The man whose back of the head supposedly had no eyes suddenly said, “Kid, are you grinding your teeth? Thinking about doing something to me?”
Nan Xun: …
Yan Luo curled his lips. “I saw the duel between you and Scarface today through the little iron window. Scarface underestimated you, and he’s clumsy. All that brute strength, nowhere to use it—that’s why he fell into your hands. But if you think of setting your sights on me, you’re still too green.”
Nan Xun’s hand twitched, and he jabbed a finger straight into the man’s spine.
Yan Luo had thick skin—it didn’t hurt. He just felt that this kid held grudges. “Still remembering how I didn’t help you back then, huh?”
Nan Xun let out a dry laugh, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Brother, how would I dare? Besides, didn’t I win in the end?”
Yan Luo nodded. “Mm. Good kid.”
Nan Xun: …
“Kid, what’s your name? What did you do to end up in here?”
“Brother, my name’s Su Mobai. I killed someone, so I got sent in,” Nan Xun answered honestly.
Yan Luo’s eyes, half-lidded in comfort, snapped open. The corners of his mouth curved faintly. “Your name’s pretty refined. The thing you did—not so refined.”
Nan Xun said a little aggrievedly, “I didn’t mean to kill him. We were fighting, and I shoved him too hard. He hit the corner of a table headfirst. I panicked and just watched his blood keep flowing and flowing—he died on the spot. And why did I do it? For my brother. I fought for him, but after something happened, that ungrateful bastard wouldn’t testify for me. The other side was rich and powerful, so I got sentenced to life and dumped in here.”
Yan Luo gave an “oh?” and asked casually, “The affairs of Meihuan Prison aren’t something just anyone can meddle in. Once they got you sent in here, they can’t really mess with you anymore.”
Nan Xun snorted. “Brother, are you dumb? What kind of place is Meihuan Prison? I look this weak. Toss me in here, and wouldn’t I be bullied to death in minutes? By then, they wouldn’t even need to lift a finger—I’d already be dead inside.”
Being called dumb was a novelty for Yan Luo, yet he didn’t get angry. Instead, he lifted his long brows and let out a low laugh. “That makes sense. They just didn’t expect that you’re not a little lamb—you’re a little wild wolf.” After a pause, he smacked his lips. “Kid, you’re pretty interesting.”
Hearing him call him “interesting” for the second time, Nan Xun felt that, in a man like this’s eyes, he was probably just a pet to amuse himself with when bored.
Here, “interesting” was how you described a pet.
“Brother, call me by my name,” Nan Xun said. “If you keep calling me ‘kid,’ I’ll really start thinking I am one.”
“If you’re not a kid, what are you? I took a look just now—you really haven’t grown all your hair yet.”
Nan Xun: …
Nan Xun clenched his fists until they cracked.
Having teased him enough, Yan Luo finally soothed the kid. “All right, I’ll stop teasing you. And I won’t call you ‘kid’ anymore.” As he spoke, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy leopard. “Xiao Bai, you’ve got some nerve, coming in here alone. Didn’t anyone tell you that I, Yan Luo, hate being disturbed when I’m bathing?”
That hit a sore spot for Nan Xun. He ground his teeth. “I was tricked. They told me there’d be fewer people bathing at this time, so I came then.”
Yan Luo chuckled. At some point, the right arm that had been hanging off the bed lifted up to prop his head. His handsome face tilted toward Nan Xun, looking quite intrigued. “What, don’t like bathing with those rough guys?”
Nan Xun coughed lightly. “I’m not really used to so many people together.”
Yan Luo studied the kid thoughtfully for a long while without speaking.
Under his gaze, Nan Xun grew uncomfortable. He gave an awkward laugh and turned his eyes away.
