Chapter 31: Let Me Kiss You, Or Iâll Pinch You
“Is it gone?”
Zhou Yuejun had been lying on the ground for a while. Yu Deng was using him as a cushion, and he was more than happy to oblige.
But if he lied again and was found out, Yu Dengâs temper would surely flare up even more.
Better not to add fuel to the fire at this moment.
“Alright, itâs already flown away.”
Hearing that the bee was gone, Yu Deng tentatively revealed his dark, rolling eyes from the gap in his arms.
He swayed left and right to ensure the bee was truly gone before lowering his aching hands and letting out a breath.
Just as he was about to get up, he realized clearly that he was sitting on top of Zhou Yuejun.
Then wouldn’t that mean just now…
Yu Deng immediately jumped up. He saw Zhou Yuejun on the ground, his face flushed dark, his eyes carrying a different kind of desire.
In an instant, Yu Dengâs face also turned beet red, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear.
Yet he still didn’t want to show weakness, his mouth speaking tough words.
“Iâll fart on you!”
The corner of Zhou Yuejunâs mouth twitched. “Heh.”
He used one hand to prop himself up from the floor. His right hand had recovered well these past couple of days and hadn’t torn just now.
Zhou Yuejun nursed his injury for a few days, and Yu Deng was quite indifferent toward him.
Although Zhou Yuejun could touch him, he couldn’t “eat” him. Even when he wanted to kiss Yu Deng, the boy refused.
If he pushed too hard, the boy would lower his head and charge forward like a stubborn bull.
The movie playing tonight wasn’t good. Yu Deng couldn’t watch it, so he lay on the bed reading the books he had bought.
Zhou Yuejun was beside him, looking like a hungry wolf, his pupils glowing green. He wished he could tear Yu Deng into pieces.
He was truly unsatisfied.
Yet the “little meat paste” ignored him completely, not sparing him a single glance, treating him like a discarded concubine in the cold palace.
Yu Deng had a beautiful figureâa slender waist and perky buttocks. Although he was thin, he wasn’t “skin and bones”; rather, he had some meat, and his skin was like tallow or snow.
The short shorts hugged his waist and wrapped around his hips, revealing his thighs. How could Zhou Yuejun not be envious while watching from the side?
“Dengdeng.”
“Xiao Deng.”
“Wife~”
“Don’t call me that! You don’t listen to me, I won’t be your wife!”
Bothered by Zhou Yuejunâs persistence, Yu Deng had no mind for reading anymore. He snapped the book shut, placed it by the pillow, and lay down on his side.
“Iâm going to sweep [sleep]. Turn off the light!”
When he was angry, he even had a bit of an accent.
As soon as the light was turned off, in the darkness, the man’s broad, hard chest pressed against Yu Dengâs back.
Along with heavy breathing.
The heat was laced with danger, sticking to his body like lava.
The wall was already in front of Yu Deng; he couldn’t move or hide.
Zhou Yuejunâs hand pressed against his waist, clutching Yu Dengâs soft belly.
It happened to be the injured hand.
Yu Deng didn’t know whether to resist or not.
In his hesitation, Zhou Yuejunâs “salted pig hand” had already reached his stomach.
Yu Deng was struck with terror. “…Y-Your hand is injured! What else do you want to do?”
“You aren’t allowed to touch!”
The gauze only wrapped Zhou Yuejunâs palm; his fingers could still move, and they were very active.
Zhou Yuejunâs hands were calloused. When they touched the delicate flesh, the friction brought a stimulating sensationâtingling and numbing, like ants biting.
Yu Deng curled his body and shrank into Zhou Yuejunâs embrace, being completely enveloped by the man.
“Itâs just a hand injury, nothing else. I can do anything.”
Yu Deng scolded him softly. “Youâre practically dying and you still won’t give up your wicked heart! You bastard!”
Thin lips brushed against Yu Dengâs earlobeâa scent of lust thicker than mere flirting.
“Let me kiss your mouth, or Iâll pinch you.”
Yu Deng was now held in Zhou Yuejunâs grasp. How could he dare not listen? “Y-You… how dare you!”
After being tongue-tied for a long time, Yu Deng, faced with the threat, eventually compromised.
As soon as he turned his face, his mouth was blocked.
Zhou Yuejunâs every action carried a hint of wildness as he urgently plundered the air inside Yu Dengâs mouth.
He was more like a tyrant looting the people’s wealth, wanting to seize everything.
Poor Yu Deng, so delicate and soft, could only endure Zhou Yuejunâs “bitterness.”
Even losing the use of one hand didn’t have much impact on Zhou Yuejun.
In any case, Yu Deng had no way to escape and no one to call for help. Eventually, he could only bury himself in Zhou Yuejunâs chest, rubbing his teary eyes against him.
Zhou Yuejunâs chest was soakedânot from muggy sweat, but entirely from Yu Dengâs tears.
Perhaps he had gone too far.
He picked Yu Deng up with one arm, using his right hand to loosely support the boy’s back, comforting the boy who was trembling in his arms.
Yu Deng was still shivering slightly, not yet having recovered.
“Do you want to take a bath?”
Yu Deng ignored him and gave another short sob. His tears still hadn’t stopped as he continued to weep.
The scent in the room was a bit strangeâamidst the rich sweetness, there was a salty, astringent tang.
Yu Deng was being held by Zhou Yuejun. Both of them, already drenched in sweat, were now even more muggy.
Yu Dengâs forehead was sweaty, and his palm-sized face was smudged with tears. His eyelashes were wet and clumped together, and the corners of his eyes were stained red.
He sniffled and breathed in, his chest rising and falling unsteadily.
The flesh of his lips was swollen and vivid. Upon closer inspection, there were marks.
They couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom anymore. Zhou Yuejun carried Yu Deng to the bedroom next door.
After simply laying down a blanket, he placed Yu Deng on it and carefully straightened the sheets.
Throughout the process, Yu Deng didn’t let go of the pillow, covering his face as he shed pitiable tears.
“I already…”
As soon as he spoke, his sobbing voice choked him, making it impossible for Yu Deng to finish his sentence.
He could only finish in snatches and starts.
“I already let you kiss, but you still pinched me.”
The accusation was full of grievance; the condemnation was truly weak, only serving to further incite Zhou Yuejunâs desire.
Zhou Yuejun crouched on the floor, his well-defined fingertips brushing away stray hairs, tucking Yu Dengâs damp locks upward.
The moist, brilliant eyes were like a silent plea, trembling and fragile with every flicker.
“Then didn’t I stop pinching later?”
“You pinched me until I was purple! Later, I…”
“Did I say something wrong? You still dare to talk back?”
The “little beauty” tried his best to feign ferocity, but he didn’t have even a fraction of Zhou Yuejunâs ruthlessness.
Zhou Yuejun became honestly cautious. Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn’t dare provoke Yu Deng any further.
“Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry. I was wrong. Don’t be angry anymore. You know Iâm used to being rough and have no experience; I didn’t know.”
He didn’t know Yu Deng was so frail and delicate.
“Dengdeng, don’t cry. When youâve recovered, you can hit me to vent your anger.”
Yu Dengâs palm was white with a hint of red. Led by Zhou Yuejun, he slapped the man’s face twice.
Yu Dengâs eyes were hazy with tears. After rubbing his eye sockets haphazardly, a brilliant idea suddenly struck him.
Enduring the numbing weakness, he pressed his face close to Zhou Yuejun and rubbed against the man’s face, acting sweet and submissive. His hoarse voice was still so soft and sticky.
“Then… then don’t go to the nightclub anymore. I don’t want you to go. Hubby~”
He had even called him “Hubby” (čĺ Ź) in such a soul-hooking way; one could see how much “face” Yu Deng was giving Zhou Yuejun.
But at the mention of this matter, Zhou Yuejun, who had just been subservient to Yu Deng, suddenly darkened his eyes, the passion on his face fading by half.
“Actually, itâs not that dangerous. Dengdeng, Iâll be careful. Because I have you, I won’t die.”
Zhou Yuejun instead grasped Yu Dengâs hand, full of affection, sincere and determined. “Trust me.”
Yu Deng didn’t believe him at all.
Suddenly, he pulled away quickly and rolled his eyes.
“…Heartless. You turn your back on me as soon as you’re satisfied.”
“You animal! Get lost!”
Translatorâs Note:
Salted Pig Hand (隚蹏ć) is a common slang for a groper or someone with wandering hands. And Dengdeng is finally using the ultimate weapon: calling ZYJ “Hubby” (čĺ Ź – Laogong). In Chinese web novels, this is usually a total critical hit for the Gong! But ZYJ is surprisingly firm about his job. He’s really driven to get that tuition money.
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