Chapter 13: Being With Him, Youâre the One Who Loses Out
In the afternoon, Zhou Yuejun returned early. The dinner he brought was stir-fried beef, paired with green peppers and pickled radish to cut the grease.
The portion was substantial. Yu Deng only took a few bites before the rest went into Zhou Yuejunâs stomach.
Yu Deng sat on the chair. After finishing, he twisted his waist, lifted his rounded rear, and wanted to go lie on the sofa again.
“Wait.”
Zhou Yuejun knew Yu Deng wasn’t used to skin-to-skin contact, so he held Yu Dengâs lower back with his hand.
A tiny section, slender and softâit could be held any which way and couldn’t escape. If he were to be tossed about too hard, it felt as though it would break.
Truly pitiful.
“There’s a grain of rice on the corner of your mouth.”
A vivid, moist tongue emerged, licking at the corner of his mouth but getting the direction wrong.
A gesture that would look unrefined if done by anyone else, but Yu Deng revealed a tender tip, a shallow lick that sent the eroticism meter through the roof and hooked one’s heart.
Fresh and tender, that rosy layer looked more like honeyed nectarâsweet. A single taste would only make one more addicted.
“Where? Is it stuck to my nostril?” It was indeed stuck, like a piece of soft, chewy rice cake.
Yu Deng was about to wipe his face with his hand when Zhou Yuejun picked it off for him and wiped his mouth with a tissue.
“Alright, go play.”
His other hand intended to pat Yu Dengâs waist, but Yu Deng was a bit short, and Zhou Yuejun momentarily miscalculated the position, hitting him directly on his rounded, plump rear.
“What are you doing?!”
Yu Deng naturally knew what it was. Immediately, his reaction was massive. He pulled a face, pursed his lips into a thin line, and lowered his head. He looked quite annoyed, wanting to bare his teeth and bite.
In the end, embarrassment triumphed over anger: “You hit me again!”
“…I didn’t hit you.” He touched it by accident.
Yu Deng was as fierce as a bristling cat: “If you didn’t hit me, then you wanted to touch me! That’s not allowed either! I haven’t given you permission to touch!”
After shouting, he ran back into the room.
Only after he was gone did Zhou Yuejun raise his own hand, his gaze dazed.
He still remembered the feeling in his handâso soft, it felt heavy.
He couldn’t help but curl his fingers, and his mind was filled with erotic, drifting thoughts.
So squeamish; a touch was equated to a hit. Did that mean he wouldn’t be able to touch the boy at all in the future?
Heâd have to be a monk and worship Yu Deng like a Buddha.
Zhou Yuejun wanted to take advantage of the remaining daylight to do more work at the site. After clearing the dishes, he boiled hot water to mix for Yu Deng.
Before leaving, it was the same old nagging.
“Don’t go out tonight. There are many bad people outside, plenty of those who snatch and steal money.”
There were also plenty who would harass someone as beautiful as him.
Zhou Yuejunâs cold, sharp gaze lowered, a dark light flickering in his eyes as they fell on that white, soft, rosy face.
Although Yu Deng was a boy, his appearance was beautiful to the extreme, making one almost overlook his gender.
Fair-skinned and beautiful, with such red lipsâhe was as soft as a cloud when held in one’s arms and smelled so fragrant. How could he not be enticing?
There was a dance hall nearby, and the people there were a mixed bag. The surrounding area was gathered with many hooligan types.
Zhou Yuejun was afraid Yu Deng would encounter those people if he went out.
Yu Deng didn’t really listen. He sat on the bed sulking, constantly wanting to kick the man.
Seeing him ignore him, Zhou Yuejun warned sternly: “Did you hear me?”
Yu Deng puffed out his cheeks, his attitude dismissive: “Mhm mhm, I heard. I won’t go out.”
But after staying home for a bit, he felt it was too boring and prepared to take a stroll downstairs.
He had seen it today: the shop downstairs had a TV. There were many programs on at night; it should be very interesting.
Outside the shop downstairs, there were indeed several people sitting on stools watching TV.
The older ones were chatting with the shop lady while fanning themselves with cattail fans and watching the programs; the younger ones were eating ice pops, not making any noise.
A police film was playing. Yu Deng bought a pack of snacks and stood at the door, refusing to leave.
The shop lady handed him a small stool, and Yu Deng politely said thank you.
The boy watched intently, leaning his body forward, his clear, round eyes not blinking for a second, a small gap between his teeth.
Yu Deng was fair and obedient-looking, exactly the type of junior the older generation liked. Seeing that he was a fresh face, they couldn’t help but pull him into conversation.
“Where are you from?”
“Are you still in school?”
“Do you have a partner?”
Yu Deng was afraid there would be a scene where they introduced him to someone, so he straightened his back and nodded his head: “Yes! I have a partner!”
Hearing that Yu Deng had a partner, those few truly showed expressions of regret, then busied themselves inquiring about Zhou Yuejun.
“Then what about your brother? Does your brother have a partner?”
Someone had seen Zhou Yuejun when they came to rent the apartment.
That face was more handsome than the people on TVâupright and tall. Even though he did physical labor, he was much more pleasing to the eye than anyone else.
Yu Deng found the questions a bit annoying. He furrowed his brows slightly: “He has one too. He also has a partner.”
He was Zhou Yuejunâs partner!
The film ended an hour and a half later, but because people kept talking to him, he hadn’t really watched it properly.
At eight o’clock, the people cooling off downstairs gradually dispersed. Yu Deng returned the stool and headed home, looking dejected.
His small face was pulled long, looking quite unhappy. With one pout, it felt as though his crystalline, glass-like eyes would shed tears in the next second.
107âs heart ached for him. Its youthful, soft voice jumped out.
[Make Zhou Yuejun buy one for you! This is what he should do in the first place.]
[It used to be ‘Three Rounds and One Sound’ for marriage, but now it’s an electric fan, a TV, and a refrigerator. Even though you’re a boy, think about it yourselfâwho’s the one losing out by being with him?]
[He should buy it for you!]
If he couldn’t even buy such small things, he could forget about having a wife.
Yu Deng: Losing out?
Zhou Yuejun provided good food and drink for him and even had to pay his tuition. He didn’t even let Zhou Yuejun touch him. It didn’t seem like he was losing out much, did it?
However, he had a mission to completeâhis mission was to spend Zhou Yuejunâs money.
Buy it!
Heâd use every shameless tactic to make Zhou Yuejun buy him a TV.
Zhou Yuejun returned home as darkness fell.
The moment the door opened, he saw Yu Deng sitting on the sofa.
The weather was hot. Many men wore vests to expose their arms, and Yu Deng had one too. He had put it on after bathing, and it was indeed comfortable.
Except…
He was too small. The vest hung loosely on him.
One strap had slipped from his shoulder, revealing an exquisite collarbone, a rounded shoulder, and a small patch of snow-white, pink-tinged chest.
Pure to the extremeâsometimes even the unintentional revealing of his slender, white-jade neck was a seductive, bewitching invitation.
Zhou Yuejun stood at the door, bags in hand, his body stiff and his breath stalled. The thick yet not cloying fragrance that rushed toward him seduced his soul until it trembled.
He thought of nothing now, wanting only to kneel before Yu Deng and capture his fragrance.
Yu Deng had rehearsed his words for a TV several times in his heart, wondering whether to be unreasonable or use a soft, pleading tone.
But seeing Zhou Yuejun, he forgot it all. Only one thought remained in his mind.
“I want to buy a color TV!”
Translator’s Note: Hi everyone! Hope you’re enjoying the story so far.Â
A few terms to learn:Â
- Golden Branch and Jade Leaf (éćçč): An idiom describing someone of noble birth or a very precious personâperfect for our spoiled Yu Deng!
- Bodhisattva (čŠčŠ): Often used to describe someone exceptionally beautiful and kind-looking, like a deity.
- Three Rounds and One Sound (ä¸č˝ä¸éż): A classic term from the 60s/70s referring to the four must-have luxury items for a wedding: a bicycle, sewing machine, wristwatch (the three that rotate), and a radio (the one that makes sound). By the era of this novel, the standards had moved on to things like TVs and fridges!
Enjoy reading like me~ LOL~
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