Chapter 2: Why Aren’t You Wearing Pants?
Zhou Yuejun’s hands, which had jerked up instinctively, hovered in mid-air. Under Yu Deng’s retaliatory pushing and bumping, he continued walking forward.
Just like a childish kid.
“There are still ten days left. After checking them, I’ll fill out my preferences in a couple of days.”
Since the topic had been raised, Yu Deng continued to vent his frustration: “But my dad is dead set on not letting me go to university. The family is poor and can only afford one student. Next year, Yu Tang will have to take the entrance exam too.”
“His grades are so bad, he’s not cut out for studying at all. And yet he actually wants me to support him?”
“My grades are so good, I’ll definitely get in. Yue—” (Brother Jun)
“No, you will go to university!”
Yu Deng had just started building up his emotions to coax Zhou Yuejun for money, but he hadn’t expected the man to agree so directly.
Does that mean he promised?
To be sure, Yu Deng pretended to blink in confusion: “Brother Yuejun, what do you mean? I don’t have any money for university at all.”
Zhou Yuejun was also making Yu Deng’s heart itch; he didn’t fully promise, only asking back, “How much is the tuition?”
Yu Deng: “Maybe… a thousand?”
Zhou Yuejun gave a muffled “Mhm.”
The ambiguous answer left Yu Deng feeling restless.
Zhou Yuejun entered a shack, and Yu Deng followed him in.
It was the kitchen, and the temperature inside was even higher than outside. It was so sweltering it felt like being roasted over a fire.
There was someone in the kitchen. Zhou Yuejun stepped forward, handed him a cigarette, and said a few words.
“My younger brother… he’s here for a summer visit… he’s shy.”
The man took the cigarette and walked out with a chuckle.
Zhou Yuejun ladled the hot water from the pot into a bucket and added cold water. After testing the temperature, he carried the bucket into the neighboring shack.
As he shifted his strength, the hard muscles on his arms tightened.
It was an empty shack containing a few pumpkins and some broken beds.
Zhou Yuejun placed the bucket in the corner: “Wash here. I’ll keep watch outside.”
People on construction sites generally weren’t that picky; they either used the hose in the washroom or just grabbed a bucket and scrubbed down after dark.
But while others weren’t picky, Yu Deng had to be. Zhou Yuejun was afraid Yu Deng would catch a cold if he washed with cold water. Besides, the washroom was just a row of hoses without any barriers.
He didn’t want anyone else seeing Yu Deng’s body.
Yu Deng had spent most of the day carrying his luggage under the scorching sun, and he had long since become sticky and sweaty. Washing himself clean now made him feel refreshed and comfortable.
As the iron door was pulled open, a breeze carrying a sweet fragrance rushed into Zhou Yuejun’s lungs. His eyes immediately glued themselves to Yu Deng.
Having just finished bathing, the boy was covered in damp vapor. Water droplets dripped from his hair, and a layer of rosy moisture coated his skin. A lingering flush remained on his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, and because they were soaked with moisture, his eyes overflowed with a decadent, erotic color.
For a moment, only four words remained in Zhou Yuejun’s mind: Deliciously vivid and alluring.
In the blink of an eye, the straight, lotus-root-white roots of the boy’s thighs stole all his attention.
Zhou Yuejun frowned, his expression displeased: “Why aren’t you wearing pants?”
The shorts were so short that they clung to his thighs, and his skin was almost entirely exposed. It was as if he wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Yu Deng threw a small tantrum, lifting his long T-shirt. Though his voice was muffled, his tone was sweet and moist, hooking into one’s heart: “What do you mean I’m not wearing pants? I’m wearing shorts!”
He let out a huff, which felt like a soft feather brushing against Zhou Yuejun’s heart.
Fortunately, the shirt was long enough to basically cover his pert, rounded buttocks, so Zhou Yuejun didn’t scold him too much.
Since work had finished for the day, many workers had finished dinner and were showering or cooling off, so they didn’t run into many people on the way back.
Zhou Yuejun’s dorm was small, but it was at least quiet. As soon as Yu Deng returned to the room, he flopped onto the bed.
Since there were no phones or game consoles, he could only lie there.
Zhou Yuejun took his own change of clothes, as well as the ones Yu Deng had just taken off, and headed out with a basin.
“I’m going to bathe. Close the door.”
Perhaps he was too tired from the journey today, as Yu Deng fell into a groggy sleep.
When Zhou Yuejun returned, the breathing in the room was already rhythmic.
He moved quietly, moving the table back against the wall. He pulled a thin blanket over Yu Deng’s navel and then sat on the edge of the bed, using a cattail fan to fan Yu Deng and swat away mosquitoes.
Yu Deng was sleeping on his side, and the half of his face pressed against the pillow looked puffed up, as if there was a lot of meat—very tempting.
His cherry-red lips were slightly parted, vaguely revealing two white front teeth.
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t had many years of schooling. The word he used to describe Yu Deng in his limited vocabulary was “beautiful,” like a little immortal stepped out of a painting, someone who needed to be held in the palm of one’s hand and provided for.
From every eyebrow to every eye, Zhou Yuejun had never seen anyone more attractive than Yu Deng.
Back when he was a welder in a factory in the county town, Yu Deng had appeared before him a couple of times, very purposefully.
Later, Yu Deng said he wanted to take the university entrance exam and go to the city, and he told Zhou Yuejun to quit his welding job and come to the city to accompany him.
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t been bewitched by Yu Deng back then; rather, he didn’t want to be a welder for his whole life, so he agreed.
Thinking about it now, although he hadn’t thought much of it at the time, the decision really wasn’t wrong. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have such an obedient boyfriend now.
His rough fingertip had just brushed against a bit of the bulging cheek when that patch of tender skin turned red. He was truly delicate.
But being delicate was fine; he could raise him well.
The bed wasn’t large—less than 1.5 meters wide. It was too cramped for two people, and they would end up sticking to each other with stinking sweat. Besides, the bed wasn’t sturdy. So, Zhou Yuejun wiped the floor, laid down a layer of paper, and slept like that.
However, he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was full of stray thoughts.
Taking advantage of the pitch-black darkness, Zhou Yuejun kissed Yu Deng’s mouth.
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