Chapter 7: Dengdeng, I Want to Kiss You
107’s heart was biased all the way to its stomach.
Although Zhou Yuejun was the protagonist, its beautiful little host absolutely could not suffer even a single bit of hardship.
No way!
He could eat [BEEP], but he couldn’t eat bitterness!
Otherwise, why should Zhou Yuejun get to have a wife?
Hearing 107’s words, Yu Deng felt an epiphany and abandoned the idea of cooking.
“…Oh, right. I’m a small villain. My role is to make Zhou Yuejun earn money while I spend it!”
He only needed to say sweet words to Zhou Yuejun and keep him coaxed.
Just as he was thinking this, the door lock clicked. Yu Deng immediately scurried out in his slippers.
The light in the hallway was dim. Yu Deng only saw a tall, sturdy shadow squeeze through the door, looming dark and heavy.
“Zhou Yuejun, you’re back!”
His voice was clear and crisp like a bird’s. As he ran over, it looked as though he was about to throw himself into the man’s arms, like a virtuous wife warmly welcoming her husband.
A simple action made Zhou Yuejun’s heart tremble.
But though he waited and waited, Yu Deng didn’t come to hug him. Instead, he took the items the man was carrying.
Yu Deng was curious, his eyes darting around as his head almost dove into the bag. “What is it? Did you buy it for me?”
“I bought groceries for tomorrow morning. The lunchbox has the food I got for you.”
Zhou Yuejun attributed it to himself being unclean, which was why Yu Deng didn’t hug him.
Before coming back, he had already rinsed off once at the construction site, but after walking a distance, he had broken into a thin sweat again.
True enough, his little boyfriend had skin like jade and bones like ice, and he was so clean-living and afraid of the heat. How could he hug him now?
Yu Deng checked the bag. There was nothing unusual, so he looked back at Zhou Yuejun.
Zhou Yuejun’s facial features were sharp and cold. His brow bone was deep, and even without being angry, he looked solemn. Although his pupils were dark, they were devoid of worldly dust, giving people a cold and slightly fierce feeling.
The skin on his arms was wheat-colored, possessing a sense of eruptive power. He didn’t look messy despite the sweat; instead, because he was so sturdy and martial, he had a strong sexual tension.
“You’re sweating. You must be tired, right? Let me wipe it for you.”
Yu Deng saw a towel on the clothes rack by the door. He grabbed it and stood on his tiptoes to wipe Zhou Yuejun’s head.
That was the rag Zhou Yuejun had used at noon to wipe the tables and chairs.
Although he had scrubbed it afterward…
Forget it. He would endure it. His wife was wiping his sweat; why should he be picky?
Zhou Yuejun’s Adam’s apple rolled as he suppressed his dryness. “I’m not tired.”
Being this close, he was even more defenseless against the impact of Yu Deng’s beauty.
His skin was like congealed fat, and his lips were moist, vivid, and plump, just like clam meat. When slightly pouted, they looked even more swollen. His two long, dark brows made his features look just like a painting.
And because Yu Deng was so close to him, he could always smell that fragrance, like jasmine tea.
However, it didn’t quench his fire; instead, it stoked it. The fire felt as though it were about to erupt from somewhere.
After a few haphazard wipes, Yu Deng immediately scurried back to the bedroom. The legs beneath his small shorts were dazzlingly white. “I’ll go move the fan for you.”
This series of actions had Zhou Yuejun feeling a secret thrill in his heart. He felt that Yu Deng was a hardworking little honeybee; how could he ever despise him for being lazy?
The electric fan was made of iron and had some weight. Fearing that Yu Deng wouldn’t be able to hold it, Zhou Yuejun went to carry it out himself.
However, he only carried it out for Yu Deng to use.
Zhou Yuejun took out the lunchbox and headed toward the kitchen with the groceries. “I’ll get you some chopsticks. You eat first while I heat up the leftovers from lunch.”
Zhou Yuejun had bought a bowl of da lu mian (noodles with gravy).
As soon as the lid was opened, the thick aroma of the gravy wafted out. Three large pieces of lean meat were spread on top, looking very flavorful, garnished with green vegetables and chopped green onions.
Not only was his state of mind restless, but his body was also starting to act up.
Zhou Yuejun splashed some water on his face at the kitchen sink. It removed the scent of sweat and allowed the cold water to suppress his wicked thoughts.
The leftovers were heated quickly. When Zhou Yuejun carried them out, he found that Yu Deng was already slowly picking at the noodles, and he hadn’t even finished half the bowl.
Seeing him approach, Yu Deng instinctively pushed the bowl aside.
Zhou Yuejun narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice: “Such a small appetite? Eat a few more bites.”
Just like a little bird.
Being small made it easy to be bullied. If he wasn’t by Yu Deng’s side and others saw how thin and weak he was, what would happen if they specifically chose to bully him?
Zhou Yuejun had a bony face, so he naturally looked a bit fierce. And because he had come out to work early, he also seemed very mature.
Being scolded, Yu Deng curled his lip and puffed out his cheeks. He looked unhappy but still obediently took a couple more bites.
“I’m full. I’m not eating anymore.”
He dropped his chopsticks and ran away. When he ran, the bit of flesh on his bottom jiggled.
The leftovers that couldn’t be finished, of course, could only go into Zhou Yuejun’s stomach.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t eat as elegantly and delicately as Yu Deng, who even chewed in small bites.
Time was tight at the construction site. Not to mention it would delay rest or earning money, if one ate slowly, they wouldn’t be able to get a second scoop of food. So, Zhou Yuejun’s eating manner was inevitably a bit rough. He finished half the bowl of noodles in a few bites.
“I have to go back to the site in a bit. Don’t go out at night. If someone knocks, don’t open the door. If I’m not back, go to sleep first.”
Small places weren’t safe at night; there were plenty of petty thefts. There were often thieves and hooligans at the construction site.
It was still early before dark; he could still go to the site for two or three hours and tie some more rebar.
“You’re going again? You…”
Zhou Yuejun was like a mule in a production team. No wonder he succeeded.
Lying on the wooden sofa, Yu Deng first flipped through a few pages of his book. He wasn’t in the mood to read, so he rubbed his full belly and wrinkled his small, doughy face.
“Then you have to come back quickly.” He looked at the man eagerly, looking for all the world like a neglected wife.
Staying at home was too boring, and it was so hot outside that he didn’t want to go out at all. If Zhou Yuejun was home, at least he would have someone to talk to.
Zhou Yuejun stood up. Hearing the boy’s alluring tone, he briskly cleared the dishes. “Mhm. I’ll be back early.”
Turning his back, the man lowered his brows, calculating his savings. He thought he needed to buy a television for the house as soon as possible.
Zhou Yuejun had to leave shortly after dinner.
Before leaving, he was reluctant. He couldn’t move his steps; he wanted to get close to Yu Deng, so he approached the sofa.
But the boy was already on guard. For every step he took forward, Yu Deng’s brow furrowed, his glistening, almond eyes trembling.
“What are you trying to do?”
Zhou Yuejun squatted in front of the sofa. He was a large figure, his gaze deep and sticky. He was completely mesmerized by Yu Deng’s magnificent and vivid face.
His gravelly, husky voice leaked out, both greedy and tormented: “Dengdeng, I want to kiss you. Can I?”
After saying that, he swallowed. He looked exactly like a lustful hooligan.
Yu Deng’s eyes widened in anger, but he had no confidence. He only shrunk back in fear: “No!”
He knew he was Zhou Yuejun’s boyfriend and that intimate scenes were unavoidable, but…
Indisputably, Zhou Yuejun’s face was irreproachable. Even at a young age, he already possessed the charm and eroticism of a mature man, to an alluring degree.
Yu Deng’s breathing was disordered. The man in front of him was like a lurking beast; if he decided to hunt, Yu Deng wouldn’t be able to resist.
Therefore, he could only take the initiative.
“I can only… let you kiss my hand.”
Translator’s Note:
The term “Da Lu Mian” (打鹵面) is a classic northern Chinese noodle dish with a thick, savory gravy. It’s the ultimate comfort food, especially when you’ve been working hard all day.
That ending though… a hand-kiss? Oh~
See you in the next chapter!
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