Chapter 18: Iāll Wait for You to Come Back and Sleep Together
Yu Deng was focused on his reading and didn’t know how long Zhou Yuejun had been gone.
He only knew that Zhou Yuejun had been carrying the bag of clothes all along, not finding it tiring.
Zhou Yuejun squatted down. Having run an errand outside, he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, so he didn’t intentionally lean too close to foul the boy’s scent.
However, staring at Yu Dengās cheeks, he always felt they were like soft, springy, sweet candy, making one want to take a bite and suck them into his mouth.
“It’s still early. There’s a cinema nearby; do you want to go watch a movie?”
Yu Deng was too lazy to walk outside and gave a heartless refusal: “No. I want to read. Don’t disturb my progress!”
Zhou Yuejun had heard that young couples these days would go to the cinema.
In the dark, if hands accidentally brushed against each other, it was easy for affection to sprout. Some of the bolder ones would even secretly steal kisses.
Yu Deng was oblivious to the romance, and Zhou Yuejun wasn’t unhappy either, simply staying by his side.
The bookstore didn’t have air conditioning. Yu Deng sat on the floor leaning against the wall, his small face and neck beaded with sweat. His hair was also damp, so Zhou Yuejun fanned him.
Incidentally, he thought to himself that Yu Dengās sweat was also fragrant, unlike other stinky people.
At five o’clock, there weren’t many people left in the bookstore. Zhou Yuejun saw the sun outside was becoming dimmer and patted Yu Dengās arm.
“Dengdeng, it’s time for dinner. We have to go home after we eat.”
Yu Deng was clearly engrossed and reluctant to put the book down, but because they had to go home, he stood up and closed it.
Zhou Yuejun patted the dust off Yu Dengās rear, indulging him to an excessive degree, almost to the point of doting.
“Buy them. Buy them all. Take them back and read them slowly. It’s good to read more.”
They were works of literature, after all, not any sort of prohibited books.
But Yu Deng refused. For some reason, Zhou Yuejun had said something wrong, causing the boy’s brows to knit into a small whirlpool.
“I’ve already finished half! It’s not worth it to buy them now. I’ll read them next time I come.”
For dinner, the two had a chicken clay pot. The chicken was stewed with chili until flavorful, and Yu Deng loved it, eating an entire bowl of rice. His mouth was stained a bright red from the spice.
Zhou Yuejun and the owner loaded the appliances onto the vehicle.
There wasn’t much space in the back of the tricycle. With the appliances taking up room, Yu Deng could only curl up in a cornerāa tiny, pitiable figure.
Downstairs, some people saw Zhou Yuejun had bought appliances and couldn’t help but gather around to look.
“You bought new ones? How much?”
“There’s even a fridge. That wasn’t cheap, was it?”
“Aren’t you just renting? You won’t be living here long. It’s so much trouble to move them back and forth; don’t let them get damaged.”
Once she said this, Yu Deng didn’t need to guess to know the next sentence would be an attempt to take advantage.
“When you leave, why don’t you sell this TV to me?”
Zhou Yuejunās face was cold. Toward outsiders, his temperament was consistently chilly, and his response was perfunctory: “We’ll see.”
The TV had just reached Yu Dengās hands and he hadn’t even watched it yet, but someone was already eyeing his TV.
He had a big temper and immediately snapped back: “Not selling! I’m going to watch it myself!”
Zhou Yuejun carried the items upstairs, plugged them in, and after a bit of tinkering, a picture appeared on the screen.
“Oh! Itās on! Thereās TV to watch!”
Yu Deng was instantly amazed, not even noticing that some of the water heād poured to curry favor with Zhou Yuejun had spilled out.
He set the cup down, snatched the remote, and obediently sat on the sofa. His eyes didn’t even blink, looking for all the world as if his soul had been captured.
Zhou Yuejun felt the money was well-spent, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with an unbreakable thread of lingering affection.
“There’s a movie channel that plays movies all the time. I want to watch that.”
The refrigerator was plugged in, and Zhou Yuejun put the frozen popsicle sticks and fruit heād bought inside.
The sun was sinking in the west, casting wisps of twilight. Zhou Yuejun didn’t have a watch, but he estimated it was almost seven o’clock.
He stuffed the plastic bag containing the clothes into a pile of laundry, hiding it away like a thief with a guilty conscience.
“The water is ready. Bathe before you watch more.”
It was better that he was going out. Yu Deng wanted to watch TV; if someone disturbed him, heād likely get angry.
Someone was causing a scene at the nightclub tonightāa few drunk thugs were harassing a waitress.
Zhou Yuejun and Wu Hai tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen. No words were even exchanged before a physical fight broke out.
The customers dispersed early tonight, and it was only one o’clock when Zhou Yuejun returned home.
Before he even entered, Zhou Yuejun heard the sound of the TV.
The moment the door opened, a head immediately fell back, eyes closing as the person began to feign sleep.
Zhou Yuejun: “…”
“Alright, stop pretending. If you keep faking it, I’ll hit your rear.”
His clothes were stained with various smells, which Zhou Yuejun found disgusting. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his torso.
So when Yu Deng opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Yuejunās muscular physique.
Broad chest, thick arms, and wheat-colored abdominal muscles clearly defined one by one. His waist was narrow yet lean and powerful.
It didn’t show as much when he was clothed, but once he undressed, he looked incredibly robust, exuding the strength of a mature man.
It felt like he could kill ten Yu Dengs with one punch.
Yu Deng didn’t look up, only downābut Zhou Yuejun was wearing gray pants tonight.
The gray pants were bulging, and when the man walked, it was truly…
Unbearable to witness!
Yu Deng quickly closed his eyes. Lying on the sofa, he didn’t want to get up, yet he was afraid Zhou Yuejun would scold him for being awake so late, so he told a lie.
“Yuejun-ge, I just watched a ghost movie. It was so scary that I can’t sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, there’s a ghost scaring me. I could only wait for you to come back so we can sleep together.”
He blinked his eyes, playing the pity card.
Zhou Yuejun walked over and squatted down, the corners of his mouth curving into an ambiguous smile. He let out a huff but didn’t expose Yu Dengās clumsy lie.
Heād just treat it as Yu Deng being dependent on him.
“Did you bathe?”
Yu Deng felt a sudden wave of guilt, seemingly only just remembering that he hadn’t bathed yet. He could only bite the bullet and continue lying.
“Scared.” He looked aggrieved, looking like he might start trembling.
Zhou Yuejun only let out a chuckle and rubbed Yu Dengās fluffy head.
“What happened here?”
The boy who was still lying on the sofa sat up, his finger pointing at Zhou Yuejunās stern face.
His dark eyes, always shrouded in a moist mist, were full of confusion and a bit of heartache: “There’s blood on your face? Are you injured? Did someone hit you?”
There was a bloodstain under Zhou Yuejunās eyeāa thread-like mark, neither long nor deep. Yu Deng wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t leaned close.
His small face approached and he sniffed. It was indeed the metallic smell of blood. He suddenly frowned and grumbled.
“You’ve been drinking? And smoking! You smell so strongly!”
“You got hit after drinking?!”
Zhou Yuejun pulled back and rubbed his face with the back of his hand, acting as if it were nothing: “I don’t know where I scraped it; it’s fine. They were drinking; I wasn’t.”
He wasn’t lying. Yu Deng could tell if the smell of alcohol was on his clothes or from his mouthāif heād drunk, it would definitely be exposed once he spoke.
“I’ll go boil water.”
Only after the water boiled did Yu Deng slowly turn off the TV and shuffle toward the bathroom in his slippers.
But as soon as he entered the bathroom, Zhou Yuejun followed him.
Suddenly, Yu Deng sensed a threat from Zhou Yuejun that was no different from a hungry wolf.
“What… are you doing?”
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