Chapter 26: If You Canât Earn Money, Iâll Stop Following You
Early in the morning, Yu Deng was woken up by Zhou Yuejun, who helped him into his clothes. They went to the station to catch a bus and then transferred to the intercity bus.
It was around noon by the time the two returned to the rental.
Yu Deng yanked off his sun hat and stood in front of the electric fan. He leaned forward, mouth open, making “ahhh woooh” sounds for quite a while.
After the sticky sweat was blown dry, his skin felt greasy.
The rosy flush on his cheeks faded, returning to his pure and delicate appearance.
Lately, Zhou Yuejun had developed the habit of taking off his shirt as soon as he got home. Yu Deng said he had no shame at all.
Zhou Yuejun told Yu Deng to take his off too, which scared Yu Deng into clutching his clothes tightly, refusing to let Zhou Yuejun harbor any bad ideas.
Zhou Yuejun approached, his broad palm pressing against the small of Yu Dengâs back.
“Take a bath.”
It didn’t hurt or itch, but the sudden touch startled him.
Yu Deng turned his head, his eyes narrowing with resentment toward Zhou Yuejun.
He knew Zhou Yuejun was doing it on purpose.
So annoying.
Entering the bathroom, Zhou Yuejun squeezed in after him.
Then, looking like a greedy, predatory beast, he stared fixedly at the boy, as if he were just one step away from devouring him whole.
His narrow, phoenix-like eyes flickered with a predatory glint. Like a fierce wolf that hadn’t yet revealed its sharp, bone-piercing fangs, he intimidated his little prey.
Yu Deng, knowing he was weak, turned red with anger.
“You had it last night, and the night before that! How are you always like this~?”
Zhou Yuejun: “Itâs not enough!”
Some people can never be tamed; Zhou Yuejun could never be satiated.
Yu Dengâs eyes, swirling with spring-like moisture, glared at him as he began to scold.
“You glutton! Eat less, or you’ll choke yourself to death!”
It didn’t sound like a scolding; it sounded more like a provocative flirtation.
Zhou Yuejun lived for this side of Yu Deng.
The more Yu Deng scolded him, the more energized he became.
…
Yu Deng felt like a gecko, only capable of clinging to the wall.
In the end, Yu Deng was carried to bed by Zhou Yuejun because his body was too soft to move.
He buried his head in the crook of Zhou Yuejunâs neck and wiped away two tears that had emerged from a physiological reaction.
When he sobbed, he didn’t sound particularly broken or weak, but he was pitiable nonetheless, his eyes still red.
His eyes were filled with tears, and the clear liquid shimmered. Others would pity him, but when Zhou Yuejun saw it, he only felt that he hadn’t bullied him enough.
He felt the urge again.
“You spend all day thinking about these dirty things. How do you have any mind for work?”
“Are you an animal?”
“If you can’t give me my tuition, I won’t be with you anymore!”
Yu Deng didn’t hide his calculations at all, but his words were more of a complaint and a grievance.
his pouting lips were a bruised red, swollen to a decadent, erotic shade. The corners of his eyes and his cheeks were also flushed with lingering passion.
A glare from those clear, shimmering almond eyes was full of charm and soft moans; instead, it only served to further ignite Zhou Yuejunâs surging tide of heat.
“I won’t fail. I’ve been working hard.” He was even more energized now that he was full.
“Are you finished studying?”
As soon as “studying” was mentioned, Yu Deng had a stress response. After being startled, he didn’t know whether to hide in Zhou Yuejunâs arms or run away.
Yu Deng pouted, huffing angrily. “No! I can’t learn it. I’m stupid!”
Zhou Yuejun wiped Yu Dengâs damp hair, his expression unreadable, his deep, gravelly voice both sexy and dangerous.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve already learned. When there’s time…”
Yu Deng gasped in horror. “!!!”
It was over. Zhou Yuejun had actually learned it? Wouldn’t his life be miserable from now on?
Yu Deng pretended to black out, fainting directly into Zhou Yuejunâs arms.
Pure affectation.
Zhou Yuejun nuzzled against the back of his neck again, rubbing the soft flesh.
“Don’t go out later. There are marks.”
Yu Deng wanted to die even more now.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t return until the early hours of the morning. By then, Yu Deng was already asleep.
Whenever he was woken up, he would cry and make a fuss, completely refusing to cooperate. He blamed Zhou Yuejun for disturbing his sleep and threw several tantrums.
Then he would act sweet at the right moment, leaving Zhou Yuejun helpless and unable to lay a hand on him.
As for noon, Yu Deng would claim he was full, his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and he felt miserable. He would flop onto the bed in a soft pile and go to sleep.
He didn’t give Zhou Yuejun a single chance.
At most, heâd give Zhou Yuejun a taste of “meat broth” like those previous times.
But while one can hide for a while, they can’t hide forever, because Zhou Yuejun was off tonight.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t have to go to the nightclub. After finishing his work at the construction site in the afternoon, he stayed home.
That gaze of his never left Yu Deng for a second. The fire in his eyes was no longer a dark, heavy mass, but a hot, sticky intensity.
It made Yu Deng feel that Zhou Yuejunâs body was about to explode.
Was it really that agonizing?
Yu Deng knew he couldn’t escape today and stopped making useless resistance.
Zhou Yuejun had just finished bathing. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. The vapor on his body condensed into droplets that slid down the contours of his muscles.
His rugged, healthy skin tone, paired with the wrapping veins, was excessively coarse and wild, allowing one to directly sense his majestic power.
From wearing vests so often, he even had a tan line from them.
Zhou Yuejunâs sexiness was different from Yu Dengâs. Zhou Yuejunâs was hard, bulging muscle, while for Yu Deng, all he had to do was reveal a pair of legs for Zhou Yuejun to feel seduced.
Suddenly, a small bottle was placed on the bed.
Yu Deng was sitting sideways. He poked at it twice out of curiosity. “What is this?”
Zhou Yuejun used some wormwood to smoke the room. “Snowflake Cream.”
“For the face?”
“No… you’ll know in a bit.”
Because of Zhou Yuejunâs obscure and predatory gaze, Yu Deng understood instantly. He withdrew his hand and pressed his back against the wall.
He didn’t really want to know anymore.
“It wasn’t in the book. How did you know how?”
“Did the people at the nightclub teach you?”
“You’ve learned bad things there!”
Whether it was bad or not, Zhou Yuejun couldn’t say, but having heard so much about it, he naturally became self-taught.
He knew Yu Deng was small, so he didn’t dare be too reckless. He was still afraid of scaring Yu Deng and constantly used a warm, murmuring voice to coax him, never tiring of comforting him.
“Dengdeng is so good~”
Actually, Yu Deng wasn’t good at all.
…
Zhou Yuejun used a wet towel to wipe Yu Deng clean. Yu Deng was still listless.
His mood was low, and his brows were drooping. It seemed his soul had been sucked away, leaving only an empty shell.
But this skin was too beautifulâbeyond compare.
His beautiful face was exquisite and small. Because it was dyed with a thick, magnificent richness, his features were like a painting, his eyes hooking one’s soul.
“Don’t cry. I was very restrained.”
“No~”
He was soft and weak. Even when Yu Deng wanted to be arrogant, he was trembling and lacked momentum, only leaking out bitterness.
“You don’t love me at all.”
Because those beautiful eyes were filled with shimmering water, Zhou Yuejun couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity. He wondered if he had ignored the physical gap between himself and Yu Deng and had gone too far.
“How about I take you to eat KFC tomorrow?”
When he coaxed him, he was truly humble, submissive and lowly, for fear that Yu Deng would cry again and make his eyes red, swollen, and stinging.
Yu Deng sniffled. “No! I can’t even walk.”
“Then the day after, or the day after that. We can go any time.”
Yu Deng was greedy for food, but considering that Zhou Yuejun skipping work every few days wasn’t a good idea, and added to the anger in his heart: “I don’t want you to go. Give me the money, and I’ll go myself.”
Zhou Yuejun had just eaten his fill. At this moment, his mind and body were refreshed, so he naturally obeyed Yu Dengâs every word.
“Alright. I’ll give you the money, and you go yourself.”
Translatorâs Note:
Ahem! Things are heating up. “Snowflake Cream” (éŞčąč) was a very popular brand of vanishing cream/moisturizer in China back then. It usually came in a little tin. Our ML is getting creative with his “study materials”! Also, the dynamic of Yu Deng acting like he’s “fainting” to avoid intimacy is just too funny.
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