Chapter 62: Youâre a Little Thug Too
After the loud shout, Yu Deng and Zhou Yuejun looked toward the entrance of the small shop in unison.
He Yuan was standing there, waving his hand vigorously, a smile like a big black dog spread across his face. He looked silly and simple, simply overexcited.
“Why is he here?”
Yu Deng was surprised. His round, dark eyes blinked.
Zhou Yuejun led He Yuan upstairs, carrying He Yuanâs luggage in his hand. It was quite heavy.
“If you had come two days later, I would have had to pack up and go back overnight.”
Stepping inside, He Yuan glanced around casually and was so surprised he was speechless.
“Brother Jun, you rented such a big house? How much does that cost per month?”
He originally thought the house rental Zhou Yuejun mentioned was the kind of single room with only one bed, or at best, a shared rental.
But seeing the two-bedroom, one-living room apartment before him, complete with a fan, TV, fridge, tables, and chairs.
“90.”
“90?!”
“90 a month? Or for three months?”
Good heavens, he worked in the county factory and his monthly salary was only 127.
He hadn’t expected that in a remote place like the city, renting a house would cost ninety.
He Yuan completely couldn’t hold back his shocked expression, and he kept clicking his tongue: “Brother, are you doing a legitimate job?”
He was just being sigh-filled, but Zhou Yuejun looked serious, his thin lips parting: “The illegitimate one was resigned from two days ago.”
He Yuan suddenly turned his head, suffering an even greater blow. His gaze was even seeking confirmation from Zhou Yuejun.
“Huh?”
The house was also delicately decorated: sofa cushions, shoe racks, and beautiful blackout curtains in the living room.
While it had a strong sense of everyday life, it was also very cozy.
It was hard to believe that this was the house of a rough man like Zhou Yuejun.
“Brother, those who didn’t know would think youâd married a wife.”
Zhou Yuejun really wanted to agree, but his Adam’s apple rolled. After hesitating, he swallowed his answer.
Yu Deng had gotten hot on the way back. Now he stood in front of the electric fan to cool off.
He didn’t shy away from people either, lifting his shirt and letting the air blow directly onto his stomach and chest.
His snow-white skin was as delicate as curds and white jade, covered with a layer of watery glaze. It was tender, moist, and pampered. There were even mottled red marks on his belly.
A few finger marks were shadowed on his slender waist, and his waist dimples seemed to have been ground by someone, their color a bit darker than the surrounding area.
As such, it was a scene of thick, colorful decadence. Anyone who saw it would have their soul haunted by it, with spring-like emotions lingering all night long.
Zhou Yuejunâs mind and spirit shuddered, and he quickly blocked the view.
His broad body firmly shielded Yu Deng. Zhou Yuejun roughly helped Yu Deng pull his shirt down.
“I told you not to blow directly on your belly, and you’re not allowed to lift your shirt.”
Being so unreserved, if He Yuan saw it, the one who would lose out would definitely be Yu Deng.
Men of this age were generally full of vigor and had many stray thoughts. Zhou Yuejun knew exactly what they could be thinking.
After Zhou Yuejun pulled down Yu Dengâs shirt, he pressed his hand against Yu Dengâs belly, pinning him down and not letting Yu Deng resist.
The scorching body temperature was branded onto the boy’s belly through the thin fabric. Instead, it caused Yu Deng to break into a sweat.
Yu Deng twisted his body and pouted. After being scolded, he had a bit of a aggrieved and stubborn air.
His moist, dark hair hooked around his snow-white ear. The little beauty was covered in the color of water, and his fragrant sweat seeped into Zhou Yuejunâs body, making him restless as well.
“What’s wrong with this? On a hot day, blowing on my belly for a bit won’t give me a cold.”
Just as He Yuan finished speaking, he lifted his upper garment and took it off completely.
When Zhou Yuejunâs gaze swept over him, his heart shuddered, and he suddenly covered Yu Dengâs eyes.
“You put your clothes on for me too!”
He Yuanâs action of throwing his shirt paused as he keenly sensed the pressure from Zhou Yuejun.
“Whatâs the point of wearing clothes? It’s so hot, sweat is dripping down, and weâre all men. Looking won’t take away a piece of meat.”
Although He Yuan complained verbally, his body was already cooperating with the actions.
Looking?
Zhou Yuejunâs gaze turned slightly cold; he felt it would.
If He Yuan dared to look at Yu Deng, he truly might do something to make He Yuan lose a piece of meat.
“It affects the city’s appearance.”
He Yuan clicked his tongue, looking dazed: “Weâre at home. How can it affect the city’s appearance?”
Zhou Yuejun emphasized again: “From now on, you have to wear clothes at home. Pants too.”
He Yuan pulled his shirt down and gave an “oh.” He wasn’t frustrated; instead, he started teasing Yu Deng: “Just like a younger sister.”
He knew Zhou Yuejun was acting strangely for Yu Dengâs sake.
Yu Deng was shy.
How did he look like a younger brother?
Zhou Yuejun moved his hand away and caught sight of Yu Dengâs resentful, clear eyes. The boy was even arching his delicate nose, snorting air, looking much like a little calf.
He seemed about to rush over and butt He Yuan.
“Taking off clothes randomlyâthatâs just being a thug!”
He Yuan didn’t get angry; he just found it amusing and wanted to tease him: “Hey, didn’t you just lift yours? Youâre a little thug too.”
Immediately, the boy turned away in a huff and carried the electric fan with his small body: “I’ll move it inside and blow it myself!”
He wouldn’t let them use it; he would monopolize it alone.
Yu Deng was small to begin with, short in stature and thin in body. When he carried things, it looked both miserable and hardworking.
It felt like he was about to be squashed.
In the end, Zhou Yuejun had to be the one to move it.
“Do you want to take a shower first?”
Yu Dengâs routine upon coming home was to blow the fan for a bit and then take a shower. So Zhou Yuejun was already looking for new pajamas for him.
The wardrobe at home was very small, similar to a bedside table. Zhou Yuejun squatted on the ground, revealing his tiger-like back and bee-like waist; his build was truly large.
Yu Dengâs long pants were draped over Zhou Yuejunâs arm. He coaxed him, his rough voice both deep and soft.
“Someone is here. Your belly and waist can’t be exposed. You have to wear long pants, do you hear me?”
Otherwise, it would be letting someone see for nothing.
The weather was already hot, and yet he wasn’t allowed to wear short shorts. Yu Deng was frustrated to death.
He flopped onto the bed, legs spread wide, not wanting to speak at all.
Zhou Yuejun took the clothes and sat by the edge of the bed. He pulled Yu Dengâs short shortsâwhich had slid up to reveal the base of his thighsâdown a couple of times in an attempt to cover them up.
Those circles and patches, both red and blue, were ambiguous to the extreme. It was already a kind of decadence.
How could he see people like that?
He had to cover it up quickly.
Otherwise, not only would He Yuan think too much, but he would also be tempted.
“Iâll ask him first. He probably came to look for work and will be staying here.”
“This apartment still has twenty days left before the lease is up. He can stay here first.”
Don’t blame him for choosing beauty over friendship.
He and Yu Deng were a couple; Yu Deng was essentially his wife.
Letting his wife and He Yuan live togetherâhe wasn’t that open-minded.
This situation happened on construction sites. There weren’t many women, and naturally, they wouldn’t build an extra shed area specifically for them. If they truly couldn’t squeeze out a single room, they could only have mixed dorms.
Because of this, no small amount of trouble had been caused.
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t thought of letting He Yuan take care of Yu Deng at all.
Unreliable.
And whether he paid attention or not, problems were likely to arise.
If he did pay attention, then he would truly be attacked from both front and back, surrounded on all sides.
His dark, heavy eyes were fixed on Yu Dengâs flawlessly chiseled face. Zhou Yuejunâs breathing hitched, gradually becoming obsessed and sticky.
He leaned over and gave a peck on Yu Dengâs eye tail, which was stained with the color of rouge.
“Baby is so well-behaved and fragrant. Surely everyone would want to take a bite.”
Translator’s Note: “Tiger back and bee waist” (čččč ° – hÇbèi fÄngyÄo) is a common Chinese idiom describing a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waistâa very fit and masculine physique! Poor Yu Deng is being pampered and protected like a treasure. Zhou Yuejun is definitely the ultimate “Obsessive Daddy-like Gong.” Stay warm and safe!
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