Chapter 65: Zhou Yuejun Left Him Three Hundred Yuan
“Dengdeng, hold steady. Don’t keep shaking.”
“There… thereâs water…”
“Thatâs just as well. We won’t have to wash again later. Dengdeng is tired too, isn’t he?”
…
Yu Deng was carried to the sofa by Zhou Yuejun.
The man hadn’t even had time to put on a shirt.
Having just finished bathing, and with the steam from the heat, both of them were drenched, stained with each other’s sweat.
But because they were freshly out of the water, they weren’t stickyâjust hot.
Yu Deng completely shrank into Zhou Yuejunâs embrace.
Not only that, he looked as if he were about to drown, his body covered in water stains, the ends of his hair damp and shimmering.
His pupils were unfocused, yet his bedroom eyes were enticing. His cheeks were flushed like wine, and his vividly swollen lips had a bright luster, resembling ripe fruit.
Fragile and sumptuously beautiful.
The sound of his light, thin breathing was long and weak. Because it carried a lingering sob, it was both pitiful and tempting.
Every breath struck the man’s heartstrings with precision, making Zhou Yuejunâs mind increasingly clouded.
Clearly, Yu Deng hadn’t recovered his strength yet.
Despite the electric fan in the living room blowing, Yu Deng still felt hot.
He was overwhelmed by Zhou Yuejunâs body heat.
He struggled a few times, but he couldn’t budge the body that firmly imprisoned him.
“Is Dengdeng thirsty? Do you want to drink water?”
Zhou Yuejunâs voice was laced with a wild raspârough, low, and sexy enough to make one’s legs go weak.
In fact, just his face, shrouded in thick, amorous sentiment, made one feel a numbing, wicked charm.
Yu Dengâs throat was indeed dry, rendering him unable to speak. When he nodded, his eyelashesâmoistened by either water or tearsâtrembled.
He was shivering, though it was unclear what he was afraid of.
He looked more like a small prey caught in a trap, having suffered to the limit.
Zhou Yuejun held him with one hand, letting Yu Deng sit on his lap, while he picked up the thermos on the table to feed him first.
The boy had no strength. He sipped the water mouthful by mouthful as he was fed, even sticking out his tongue. He was listless, his eyelids moist, red, and heavy, as tears continuously dampened his eyes.
Zhou Yuejun was also thirsty. He tilted his head back and took a mouthful.
The kiss came again. Yu Deng was truly too fragile; unable to dodge, he could only let Zhou Yuejun kiss him again.
It was suffocating.
“No…”
“Itâs fine! Iâll buy a new one to compensate.”
New house, new placeâZhou Yuejun was naturally enjoying himself.
He was leaving with the truck the day after tomorrow and was still on leave tomorrow, so Yu Deng could only let him take whatever he desired.
In the early morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Zhou Yuejun had already packed his things and was ready to head out.
The sleeping boy on the bed was a striking sight. A faint pink floated amidst his white skin, and on his slender, snow-white neck exposed outside the sheets, there were scattered spots.
It was both terrifying and enough to make the wild tyranny in one’s heart grow rampant.
Just by sleeping there, he was enough to make someone carve out their heart to offer him, enshrining him as a deity.
God had shown Yu Deng enough favoritism, so he, too, had to give Yu Deng all the best things.
Zhou Yuejun leaned down, his ink-like eyes full of attachment and an inseparable tenderness.
“Dengdeng, Iâm leaving.”
The farewell was very quiet; he hadn’t intended to wake the boy on the bed at all.
But the sleeping boy seemed to sense something. His hand, curled on the pillow, moved twice as if trying to grasp something.
In an instant, Zhou Yuejunâs heart was ruthlessly tugged.
He had to go.
Yu Deng woke up late. His entire body, every limb and bone, radiated an excessive sense of soreness.
He couldn’t get up, and his eyelids were heavy. He could only manage to roll over with difficulty and lie there half-dead for a while.
He was like a puppet in a novel whose yin had been drained to supplement the yang.
With this turn, he rolled right onto some money.
On the pillow was the money Zhou Yuejun had left before leaving.
A huge sum!
Yu Deng excitedly wanted to scramble up, but his waist was stiff and aching. With a “hiss” of pain, his face fell back onto the pillow.
Yu Deng: “…”
He felt a bit like he was dying.
Zhou Yuejun was truly not a good person.
Fortunately, Zhou Yuejun had cleaned him up before leaving.
In the air, there was still a faint fragrance that hadn’t dispersedâit was sprayed by Zhou Yuejun before he left, both to repel mosquitoes and to clear the scent.
The only part of Yu Deng that was somewhat active was his fingers.
The little money-grubber was smiling radiantly. Greed allowed him to instantly go from exhausted to high-spirited.
Counting money. He wanted to count money!
He took the money in his hand and flicked through it to count it once.
The money Zhou Yuejun gave him was always in small bills. Every time, it was because he was afraid Yu Deng would be targeted if he took out large bills like fifties or hundreds.
With someone like Yu Deng, who looked easy to trick and bully, who wouldn’t rob him on the street?
Neither more nor less, Zhou Yuejun had left him three hundred.
Three hundred for five days. He could spend sixty a dayâenough for him to eat KFC for every single meal.
“Hehe…”
The little beautyâs face was about to break from smiling. He didn’t even feel hungry. By the time he finally managed to crawl out of bed, it was already afternoon.
Yu Dengâs mind was muddled. He kept feeling like he had forgotten something, but he shook his head, not wanting to waste brainpower thinking about it.
The library.
Qiao Fangyu waited until two o’clock. In the middle, to avoid missing anyone, he didn’t even go to eat lunch.
Beside him were Ning Qian and Qiao Haoyu.
Ning Qian and Qiao Haoyu had learned that Qiao Fangyu was going to the library with Yu Deng today, so they had also tagged along like lapdogs.
“Are you sure the day you agreed on with him is today? You didn’t remember it wrong, did you?”
After waiting for a long time, Qiao Haoyuâs temperament gradually became irritable. It wasn’t that he was impatient, but rather that he couldn’t see Yu Deng, and his heart was frustrated.
He hadn’t seen the little beauty for a long time; during the days after he went back, he thought about him all the time.
Qiao Fangyu was disappointed but stubborn: “No, it’s today. Zhou Yuejun leaves today; he definitely has time.”
His tone was both resentful and carried a hint of secret luckâeven more so, a sense of provocation as if the “main wife” wasn’t home and he was about to enter the house.
The three of them waited with bated breath, their necks stiff from stretching, but they never saw Yu Deng.
Ning Qian missed him, feeling that his longing was pervasive: “Then, being at home alone, could he have run into trouble?”
“Zhou Yuejun left and threw Dengdeng at home alone. How can Dengdeng take care of himself?”
Recalling the pampered way Yu Deng acted when he frowned, Ning Qian even suspected that if Yu Deng encountered difficulty, he would secretly wipe away tears at home alone.
Following his words, Qiao Fangyu and the other one also felt apprehensive, feeling that Yu Deng would be thirsty and hungry at home.
Little did they know, Yu Deng had just eaten lunch and washed some grapes and peaches. He had turned on the electric fan and the TV, preparing to lie comfortably on the sofa, read a book, and enjoy his afternoon time.
The “thump-thump” of knocking on the door made the drowsy boy suddenly open his eyes, though he was still bleary-eyed.
Someone was here!
Yu Deng was exceptionally alert.
Because before Zhou Yuejun left, he had warned Yu Deng a lot, saying he couldn’t open the door for anyoneâeven if the other party said they were a neighbor, he shouldn’t open it.
“Dengdeng, are you home?”
Wait, this voice sounded a bit familiar.
Yu Deng moved barefoot to behind the door, his defensiveness sounding an alarm.
“Who is it?”
His voice was light and soft. When it passed through the door, it wasn’t clear at all.
But it was exactly this toneâlike a kittenâs soft purr, gentle and tenderâthat made the three people outside the door certain that it was Yu Deng.
“Dengdeng, itâs me! Iâm Ning Qian.”
“And me, I…”
The three of them vied to introduce themselves, sounding like a swarm of bees. It actually prevented Yu Deng from hearing them clearly, but he was certain it was Qiao Fangyu and the others.
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