Chapter 64: Just Consider It Raising a Child
Zhou Yuejun’s patience was exhausted, his brows stood up: “…Are you going to sleep or not?”
“If not, go to the hallway. It’s cool there.”
Being rejected, He Yuan finally became honest.
The layout of this apartment was quite special—the two bedrooms were on the left and right sides of the living room respectively.
After Zhou Yuejun returned to the master bedroom, he didn’t forget to lock the door.
Yu Deng didn’t like leaning back while reading; he loved lying on his stomach, his legs kicked randomly in mid-air, fluttering like butterfly wings.
And they were the kind of radiant wings—small and exquisite.
It made one want to capture him, break his wings, and then imprison him in a small space so he could never fly again.
Zhou Yuejun did indeed capture them and gave a kiss.
“Don’t rub! It hurts when you scrape. I’ll kick you in a bit.” He was both fierce and pampered.
Zhou Yuejun’s hands were rough and hot, and Yu Deng didn’t like it at all. Not only did he not let him touch, but he even found it disgusting to be scraped by just a touch.
He then whined and made a fuss about being uncomfortable.
So Zhou Yuejun often used his lips instead of his hands.
But the boy was truly delicate; he was afraid of making him hurt by sucking.
His calves were slender and even, smoother than milk. The soles of his feet were pink, and his toes were also rounded and cute.
It made one want to hold them in one’s palm and play with them.
And kicking someone was soft. That bit of slight lethality was just flirtation.
Zhou Yuejun couldn’t help but kiss the earlobe that was as translucent as warm jade.
He then lifted the dough-like boy into his arms, holding him close for intimacy.
“We’re moving tomorrow, moving to the city. We’re not taking He Yuan.”
He also wanted to stay in the new house with Yu Deng for two more days before leaving.
There weren’t particularly many things in the house, so Zhou Yuejun finished moving them in two trips with the tricycle.
Yu Deng clearly hadn’t done anything, having only climbed the stairs, but he was exhausted. He lay on the sofa, sleeping peacefully.
With his eyes closed, his long eyelashes were thick and curled. His hand was pressed against his lower abdomen, as well-behaved as Snow White.
His lips were slightly pouted, as if waiting for someone to kiss him awake.
The gap between his plump lips was slightly open, breathing out a faint fragrance. It made one want to intrude and taste the sweet nectar more heartily.
His clean face was full of tranquility, as if all he needed to do was lie there to be happy.
With a ready-made laborer available, Zhou Yuejun wouldn’t let him go unused.
He Yuan carried a bag in each of his left and right hands. After entering the house and putting the things down, he wiped his sweat with the cloth hanging around his neck.
Seeing Yu Deng lying on the sofa, breathing evenly, with the small breeze blowing and his calves kicked up—looking extremely pampered—he could only laugh helplessly.
Before the “Heh” could come out, just an “h” sound was stopped by Zhou Yuejun’s gaze.
Zhou Yuejun had just carried the fridge. The water he took out from inside was still a bit icy, and he handed it to He Yuan.
He Yuan took it and had to lower his voice: “Brother, if you get married and become a dad in the future, you’ll definitely be a kind father who’ll spoil the child.
“Look at this; he’s almost being enshrined by you as a little emperor.”
“This won’t do.”
However, on second thought, given Yu Deng’s small stature—even though he was hidden in his clothes, one could still see his weakness and thinness. If he were truly made to put in some effort, he’d be panting after climbing one floor.
Zhou Yuejun was both arrogant and pious: “Of course he has to be enshrined.”
In the end, he laughed himself and said something meaningful.
“Just consider it raising a child.”
Having said that, he went to cover Yu Deng with a blanket.
He Yuan scratched his head in confusion and was even more shocked by the fact that Zhou Yuejun laughed.
Yu Deng originally just wanted to rest, but this sofa was too comfortable—it was soft and very large, enough to fully accommodate him.
He squinted and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, there was the sound of a ladle clattering and the fragrance of food that teased the taste buds.
Zhou Yuejun was stir-frying dishes in the kitchen.
He had bought quite a lot of vegetables and had already finished stir-frying many.
Diced Chicken with Chilies, Braised Spare Ribs, small stir-fries, and Fried Crispy Meat. Just watching from the side made Yu Deng’s mouth water.
His pale red, moist, tender tongue licked his lips, making them wet. His eyes, however, were fixed on the golden fried crispy meat that had just come out.
“Get out. The fumes are heavy.”
Zhou Yuejun was naturally forceful. He seemed to view the kitchen as his territory and Yu Deng’s forbidden zone, not letting Yu Deng set foot in it.
Yu Deng twisted his fingers. Like a thief, he took a small piece and sneakily put it into his mouth.
Zhou Yuejun caught it from the corner of his eye, his dark eyes sparkling: “Eating as soon as you wake up. Are you a little pig I’m raising?”
Being called a pig, Yu Deng should have been furious, but with all the delicious food in front of him, he truly wanted to act like a little pig, rooting around and eating everything.
“Where’s He Yuan? Has he gone back?” Having just woken up, his voice was still raspy.
Zhou Yuejun took the shredded meat out of the pan. When he tossed the pan, the veins and muscles on his thick arms bulged fiercely.
“He’s back. What sense would it make for him to keep living with the two of us?”
Staying one more day made him want to give the person one more beating.
Zhou Yuejun also emphasized: “We are in a married relationship.”
“I’ve stir-fried five days’ worth of dishes for you. If you can’t finish them, put them in the fridge.”
The portions weren’t large because Yu Deng had a small appetite. He stir-fried a bit of everything, combining meat and vegetables.
Zhou Yuejun had already repeated the other exhortations several times. If he repeated them again, he was afraid he’d really annoy the person.
As for whether to go to Qiao Fangyu’s house…
Go if you want. He was far away and couldn’t stop him anyway, as long as nothing happened to Yu Deng.
Once he made money, he would hire a nanny to take care of Yu Deng.
That way, when he was away, he wouldn’t have to worry about Yu Deng suffering.
After dinner, because it was a new environment, Zhou Yuejun took Yu Deng out for two rounds of walking, and while they were at it, to help with digestion.
But in reality, they didn’t.
There were some mobile street vendors in the main city area in the evening, secretly doing business.
Selling fruit, rice noodles, sugar powder, pancakes, and snacks—one could see a shop every couple of steps. Business was quite good, and it seemed the entire alley was filled with the smell of food.
Yu Deng was like a little country bumpkin entering the city for the first time. He would stop and take a look at whatever he saw. Thinking it was delicious, he would look at Zhou Yuejun pitifully.
“Buy it for me~”
Whatever he wanted now, he would beg Zhou Yuejun with eager eyes, absolutely never spending his own.
A total stingy ghost.
Those things were cheap and delicious. The only five yuan Zhou Yuejun brought made Yu Deng’s belly bulge.
“Can’t walk anymore~”
When Yu Deng ate too much, he would act shamelessly and didn’t want to move. He stamped his feet, crouched down, and curled up, his brows drooping, his dark apricot eyes shimmering with mist. He was a master of the “act pitiful” technique.
Not only did Zhou Yuejun have no way out, but he was also willing to be a mule.
He crouched down, letting Yu Deng climb onto his back.
Yu Deng previously complained that Zhou Yuejun’s build was too hard and that sticking together would cause sweat. But since being held by Zhou Yuejun many times, he wasn’t that resistant anymore.
Others didn’t know about their secret intimate relationship and wouldn’t look much. The hand Zhou Yuejun used to support the soft flesh even pinched the person several times.
Yu Deng had truly eaten too much, so as soon as he got home, he flopped onto the sofa again.
“This sofa is so comfortable. I want to sleep on the sofa tonight.”
Having just moved in, Zhou Yuejun felt the house was dirty and was doing a big cleanup.
He crouched on the ground, wiping the concrete floor. He picked up Yu Deng’s slippers with one hand, no complaint visible on his face that was dripping with hot sweat.
Now was the time for him to work hard. In a little while, it would be his turn to enjoy.
“Really?”
“Then we’ll do it here tonight.”
Recommended Reads
![The League’s Hei Yueguang Has Fought His Way Back [E-sports]](https://beereads.space/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/hei-214x300.jpg)
