Chapter 52: Injured, Can’t Carry Sacks Anymore
When Yu Deng arrived, the battle had already subsided.
Zhou Yuejun must have been beaten, as he was rubbing his shoulder with a pained expression, his brows knit and teeth bared. His facial features were twisted, making him look savage and bloodthirsty.
But the few people on the floor were clearly in worse shape, lying there rolling and wailing like pigs being slaughtered.
Some residents upstairs poked their heads out to watch the excitement, but they were all being secretive, not daring to scold them for being so noisy.
Ceng Hui gave a signal, his gaze casually sweeping over: “Take them to that alley over there and beat them again.”
Since they were already here, they couldn’t have come for nothing.
A few meters apart, Yu Deng and Zhou Yuejunâs gazes intertwined. Between the surging emotions, the weak light elongated their shadows.
Yu Deng was very small, and his frail shadow flickered, making one feel uneasy.
He looked like a defenseless streetwalker in a dark alley.
The back of Yu Dengâs nose felt even more sour, and his eyes were also moist. He couldn’t hold it back, and teardrops fell, dripping from his slender chin.
Zhou Yuejun looked at Yu Dengâs open handsâthey were scraped, and beads of blood were seeping out.
“Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why were you running around?”
He wasn’t exactly fierce; it was more about lingering fear and helplessness.
Of course, secretly, Zhou Yuejun also felt a soft tenderness in his heart, as if it were being stroked by a soft, white hand.
With a gloomy face, he wiped the dust off Yu Dengâs face.
Sweat had soaked his cheeks, which looked like lotus petals. His eyes, which resembled the bright moon through spring mist, were full of tears. His bangs had also been dirtied somewhereâhe was truly pitiful.
Even Ceng Hui felt Zhou Yuejun was a bit fierce and couldn’t help but speak up for Yu Deng: “He fell on the curbâit made a ‘duang’ sound.”
Yu Dengâs lashes were soaked with moisture. He scrunched his red nose and sniffled: “It hurts.”
Suddenly, Zhou Yuejunâs heart was gripped.
He wiped away Yu Dengâs tears with his finger and blew on the wounds: “Disobedient. Iâll apply medicine for you when we get back.”
Yu Deng was walking with a wobble. Zhou Yuejun thanked Ceng Hui and the others and then picked the boy up to carry him back.
Yu Deng had injuries on his palms, so it wasn’t easy for him to wash up. Zhou Yuejun first washed him while avoiding the wounds.
“Don’t put on clothes yet; I’m applying medicine.”
“I have to wear them~”
Yu Deng was thin-skinned. If he wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, his face would be as red as a vivid pink peach.
In truth, Zhou Yuejun had long seen everything countless times.
Zhou Yuejun found one of his loose shirts for Yu Deng to put on.
Yu Dengâs injuries were not only on his hands but also on his knees and belly. He used two fingers to pinch the edge of the shirt and pull it upward.
As Zhou Yuejun sat on the stool, when the snowy white skin was exposed, he clearly caught a scent that was even sweeter than flower nectar.
It wasn’t rich, but it felt enchanting, making him dizzy.
Zhou Yuejun carefully applied the medicine, his fingertip dipped in medicinal wine and rubbing gently.
His skin was rough, and when it rubbed against Yu Dengâs soft flesh, it felt tingly and numbing, causing Yu Deng to shiver slightly.
Yu Deng hung his head, his eyes still beet-red. “I must have gotten fat lately; my belly has gotten bigger, so itâs easy to get scraped when I lie on the floor.”
It should have been a sad matter, but after Yu Deng said it like this, the pitiful aura dissipated a bit, turning slightly comical instead.
Regardless, in the end, it was the uneven groundâs fault, the foodâs fault, and the shoesâ fault for not being lightweightâthat was why Yu Deng suffered grievance.
Zhou Yuejun focused his gaze and realized that what Yu Deng said wasn’t actually without reason.
Before, he was thinnerâshriveledâand felt very fragile.
Maybe he really had eaten too much at the Qiao house in the evening; there was a bit of a curve now.
It was full of an erotic quality.
“Is it only the belly then? Are there scrapes anywhere else?”
A powerful fingertip hooked the waistband of his pants, frightening Yu Deng into letting go of his hand, which then covered Zhou Yuejunâs head.
Zhou Yuejun only felt a darkness before his eyes, and the suffocating scent nearly made his knuckles tremble.
“My hands hurt; I can’t hold it.”
Zhou Yuejun felt heated all over, wishing he could engage in a great struggle.
He only knew how to act spoiled, humming and whimpering; once he was dealt with, he would be well-behaved.
“Don’t use your hands then.”
He pulled the edge toward Yu Deng, his dark eyes filled with obscure meaning.
Yu Deng gnashed his teeth and rolled his fluttering eyelids once more, despising Zhou Yuejunâs shamelessness.
The young boyâs slender body trembled, let out small “yi-wu” sounds, and was a bit restless.
Zhou Yuejun pursed his lips and tongue. After applying the medicine for Yu Deng, Yu Deng lowered his clothes and then, thinking of Zhou Yuejun, finally spoke.
“Let me see your back.”
Zhou Yuejun stood up and pulled his shirt off from his head in one go.
He had a back like a tigerâs and a waist like a beeâs. His skin was dark, and those muscles looked fierce and aggressive, enough to make oneâs blood boil.
Yu Deng, however, only noticed the two obvious stick-like purple-red marks on Zhou Yuejunâs back.
Yu Deng wanted to touch them yet didn’t dare. His small hand hovered in mid-air, testing yet recoiling. He murmured, “Could the bone be injured?”
Zhou Yuejun rubbed his aching shoulder and then moved it around. “No, it’s not. My flesh is quite thick.”
“But I have to apply medicinal wine, and itâll have a scent. Iâll sleep in the room next door tonight.”
Zhou Yuejunâs “flesh” was muscleâhard. When hit, it could still take some force.
Zhou Yuejunâs initiative to suggest sleeping in separate rooms for once made Yu Deng suspect whether his soul had been swapped.
Being so asceticâwas he going to become a monk?
The little beauty pouted. When he pouted like that, it looked as if he were soliciting a kiss, asking for someone to coax and indulge him.
“Forget it. Thereâs only one electric fan in the house. How hot would it be to sleep at night after applying medicinal wine?”
“I feel sorry for you. Just sleep here.”
Yu Dengâs soft, waxy voice carried its own arrogance, as if he were bestowing a treasure.
But it was true; he was the treasure itself.
“Go to the fridge and get an egg. Iâll roll it on you to disperse the bruising first.”
The egg had just been taken out of the fridge and was a bit cold. Because it was uncooked, Yu Deng was very careful, fearing he would accidentally cook an egg pancake on the floor.
After rolling it for a while, Yu Deng offered to apply the medicine for Zhou Yuejun.
“No need, your hands are also injured.”
“And the medicinal wine has a strong scent; your hands will stink for a day or two after touching it.”
He didn’t want the fragrant Yu Deng to be stained with those unpleasant smells.
Zhou Yuejun could indeed do it himself. When he turned his body, he twisted his hand, and it was just right.
His lean waist and belly were very flexible, twisting with a sense of skeletal lines. And it wasn’t hard to see that it was “hard bone.”
No wonder.
Yu Deng complained incessantly.
Yu Deng kept in mind at all times that he was a selfish and greedy bad person.
“Then since you’re injured, does it mean you can’t carry sacks anymore?”
If he couldn’t, he should just rest at home for a couple of days.
The boy sat on the bed, his dark, golden eyes looking at the man. He was full of “cat-ness,” making one want to stroke his soft black hair and then open one’s hand to feed him a bit.
Zhou Yuejun, who was applying the medicine, was stunned for a moment. “…I can. But Iâm managing people now; I don’t carry things much anymore.”
Hearing Zhou Yuejun say he was managing people now, Yu Deng let out a shallow exclamation.
In an instant, his star-like eyes reflected the luster of admiration, as if he were in a state of youthful pining.
“Really?”
“Zhou Yuejun, you’ve become an official?”
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