Chapter 59: Theyâre Both Dirty, Donât You Think Itâs Gross?
How could Yu Deng possibly forget? That bee from last time was as big as two of his fingers.
Its stinger must have been incredibly thick. If it had actually stung his face, he feared he would have been disfigured for ten days to half a month.
It had scared him so much that he had plopped his bottom right onto Zhou Yuejun, pressing down on him firmly.
It had been a blatant advantage for Zhou Yuejun.
It had also opened up a new line of thinking for Zhou Yuejun on his path to being improper.
Zhou Yuejunâs gaze lowered. The sunlight hit his sharply chiseled face, but it didn’t soften his features.
His outer shirt was loosely buttoned, sleeves rolled up, vaguely revealing his physique. He was soaked in a thin layer of sweat, but it wasn’t greasy or sloppy; instead, it added a sense of wild, unrestrained, and sexy coarseness.
“Alright, it’s hot outside, your face is already red. Go inside. I’ll make dumplings for you tonight. Go check how the sweet fermented rice is doing.”
Zhou Yuejun had been busy the past two days and hadn’t looked after the laozao. Today, he had bought the liquor and steamed the glutinous rice to make it.
“Tonight, I’ll grab some fruit from the shop and make fruit laozao for you. It’s also delicious with a poached egg.”
He leaned down, his hand clasping Yu Dengâs calf, and lifted the boy off the ground.
He was so small, like a little chick, imprisoned within Zhou Yuejunâs chest.
Yu Deng originally thought Zhou Yuejun was going to put him on the bedâhe had even stretched out his toesâbut Zhou Yuejun didn’t let go, holding him suspended in mid-air.
“What does this position look like?”
Yu Dengâs mind was blank at first, but in a certain instant, it was as if his Ren and Du vessels had been cleared.
He suddenly understood a point.
It was from that dirty book Zhou Yuejun had bought.
There were many things recorded in that book. Yu Deng had been forced by Zhou Yuejun to look at a bit of it, and he felt like his eyes were dirty, as if he needed to gouge his eyeballs out.
How could it be so blunt and naked, so detailed?
The person who printed the book and the person who bought it should all be arrested!
Zhou Yuejun looked on with great interest. “Let’s try it next time.”
His tone was casual, but Yu Deng had already detected a hint of erotic desire.
Wrapped in restlessness, it seemed as if a fierce tiger was about to be released from its cage, waiting for it to go on a killing spree, conquering and lashing out at will.
“Zhou Yuejun!” He was super fierce, looking like he was about to bite someone.
Yu Deng was placed on the bed, his face completely flushed. His soft earlobes were nearly bleeding. When he grumbled at Zhou Yuejun with resentment, his arrogance made him even more enticing.
A flush of crimson swirled around his vermilion face, his exquisite features showing indignation. Yu Deng bit his teeth again and again.
Zhou Yuejun looked down from above, his gaze scanning Yu Dengâs body. It was thick with wild desire, as if he wished he could use his eyes to strip off his clothes and then eat him up entirely.
“In your dreams!”
Since Yu Deng was relaxing at home, he was naturally wearing loose short sleeves and shorts. When he kicked at Zhou Yuejunâs body, his shorts slid further up.
What could be seen?
One could see snow-white skin and white fabric.
Yu Deng only looked thin, but his thinness wasn’t the skeletal kind of skin and bones, like a skeleton.
He had a bit of meat, and the sense of fleshiness gave off a very good feeling.
Not only was he soft to the touch, but a light rub would leave a red mark, a bit more pressure would break the skin, and a pinch would fill the space between one’s fingertips, even spilling out.
“And don’t look at me!”
Yu Deng really couldn’t stand Zhou Yuejunâs gaze; it was too excessive and dirty.
Hungry, restless, and parchedâone couldn’t see even a hint of glacial lakes in his eyes, only aggression and burning fire.
His ankle was still clasped in Zhou Yuejunâs hand. With those two rubs, Yu Deng felt like the sole of his foot was on fire.
He kicked a few times, trying to crawl backward, but he couldn’t move.
He was like a land duck floating on water, desperately flapping its wings but only able to sink.
Before Yu Deng could run away, he was grabbed by the ankle bone and dragged back by Zhou Yuejun.
He was so weak, like cooked noodles, being pulled back under Zhou Yuejun. His clothes also rode up, revealing that section of slender, translucent white waist and the recessed waist dimples.
“Why are you running?”
Zhou Yuejun covered him with his hand and gave a couple of disciplinary pinches.
…
Yu Deng held his own foot and looked at it.
Zhou Yuejunâs body was so hard that kicking him made his own foot hurt.
He didn’t know if the man had grown up eating iron.
Zhou Yuejun brought some water to wash Yu Dengâs feet.
Using cool water to wipe his feet was fine. He dampened a cloth, wrung out the water, and then placed Yu Dengâs leg on his knee, gently wiping it as if he were treating a piece of fragile, precious jade.
Yu Deng lay on the bed, holding a picture book in his hand. “Theyâre both dirty, don’t you think itâs gross?”
Zhou Yuejun was frank. “What’s gross about it?”
His wife was fragrant everywhere. He wished his own body could be stained with more of Yu Dengâs scent.
It would be best if it merged into his bones and blood.
Seeing that Zhou Yuejun was impervious to reason, Yu Deng threw the book at him. “Anyway… you can’t kiss me either.”
“If you kiss me again, I won’t let you kiss my mouth anymore, hmph.”
His voice was muffled and stubborn. One could tell he was a bit annoyed, but the pink flush all over his body couldn’t be ignored; he was clearly red-faced from shame.
In any case, Yu Deng couldn’t understand it.
After wiping him clean, Zhou Yuejun still firmly clasped Yu Dengâs slender leg.
His rough fingertips, worn by rebar and bricks, were dark. Stroking the white, soft, and smooth skin didn’t look like a defilement.
Instead, because of the extreme color difference, the contrast between the skeletal and fleshy feel, and the bulging veins on his arm, it made one feel incredibly “thirsty.”
Where there were red marks, Zhou Yuejun even intentionally circled them with his thumb.
When he held them up to move closer to his face, Yu Deng suddenly became alert, and his foot kicked directly at Zhou Yuejunâs head.
“You still dare to try?”
Even after being kicked, Zhou Yuejun could still laugh.
“Pervert!”
Translator’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 59! The “Ren and Du vessels” (äťťçŁäşč) refers to an internal energy concept in Chinese medicine/wuxia, but here it’s used as an idiom for a sudden epiphany or “lightbulb moment.” Also, laozao (éŞçł) is a sweet, fermented glutinous rice dishâvery popular and delicious! Zhou Yuejun is definitely a “wolf in sheep’s clothing” (well, rough construction worker’s clothing) when it comes to teasing poor Yu Deng. See you in the next one!
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