Chapter 68: Did You Miss Me?
Fingertips with thick calluses gently rubbed across the snow-moist, translucent face.
The boyâs appearance was exquisiteâimmature and pure, yet his dark apricot eyes carried a hint of seductive sentiment.
His beauty was magnificent, his eyes like dots of ink, his eyebrows delicate, and his lips naturally red without being tinted. When he smiled, he looked very pampered and bright.
Utterly beautiful.
Zhou Yuejun rubbed over it with protective love and treasure, finally stopping at the stamen-like mouth.
Red and tenderâhe didn’t know how moist it would be if he took a bite.
He recalled the taste of Yu Dengâs lips, and his body gradually became hot and thirsty. His mind was filled only with endless decadence.
Baby…
Yu Deng should be at Qiao Fangyuâs house now.
Then would Yu Deng sleep in Qiao Fangyuâs bed?
Would he wear Qiao Fangyuâs pajamas?
Once Yu Deng fell asleep, would Qiao Fangyu secretly…
Itâs fine. Eating well and dressing well, no accidents would happen either. His only concern was whether Yu Deng would be bullied by Qiao Fangyu.
Thinking so much was useless anyway; he couldn’t take Yu Deng with him.
“What are you looking at?”
He Yuanâs head poked out from the truck window. Zhou Yuejun quickly hid the photo and stuffed it back.
“Oh~ looking at the family portrait.”
“Miss your parents?”
Zhou Yuejunâs parents had passed away two years ago. Zhou Yuejun had been alone these past two years; it was normal to miss his family.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t speak. After putting the photo back, he was worried about creasing it, so he took it out and put it back properly again.
“Brother Jun, did you and Yu Deng press your thumbprints?”
The truck cab, besides the driver and passenger seats, had a row in the back. It definitely wasn’t enough to lie down; He Yuan had to curl his legs even while leaning.
Zhou Yuejun sat in the passenger seat and threw things onto the driver’s seat: “What thumbprints?”
Marriage thumbprints?
He and Yu Deng couldn’t get married, and there was no proof, which indeed made him a bit uneasy.
It seemed that after going back, he had toâ
“The thumbprint for how much money heâll give you every month after he finishes his studies!”
He Yuan suddenly sat up in shock, called out after hitting something, and then pinched Zhou Yuejunâs arm.
“You didn’t… didn’t set it with him?”
Thatâs not right; Zhou Yuejun wouldn’t be such a stupid person, would he?
He Yuan was worried to death: “That won’t do! You still have to set it down. Otherwise, what if you lose out in the future?”
“I have a cousin. Her boyfriend before also got into university. My cousin subsidized everythingâtuition, living expenses. Who knew that guy would find another girlfriend in university? They’re even getting married.”
“See? Talking about feelings means losing out.”
Zhou Yuejun: “…I won’t lose out. I haven’t lost out now either.”
With Yu Deng as his wife, what kind of losing out could that be?
“Dengdeng, when is Zhou Yuejun coming back?”
During these past few days, Qiao Fangyu and the others had basically been living at Yu Dengâs house.
With the air conditioning and the game console, Yu Deng didn’t really want to go out anymore.
He sat on the floor, playing seriously, letting whatever anyone around him said go in one ear and out the other.
He didn’t even spare a glance at whoever fed him grapes or water.
Yet it was exactly his perfunctory and dismissive air that made people want to shamelessly go up and please him.
“Don’t know. Maybe tomorrow.”
Zhou Yuejun said he would return in five daysâit should be tomorrow or the day after.
Not long after he spoke, the key was inserted into the lock. The door lock was turned, and a tall, sturdy figure pulled the door open and stood at the entrance.
This was the scene Zhou Yuejun encountered upon returning home.
Yu Deng was sitting on the carpet, his foot kicking Qiao Fangyuâs leg. Qiao Fangyu and the others had Yu Deng completely surrounded, and Ning Qian was feeding Yu Deng watermelon.
It was like teasing someone for fun, or like… servants.
If Yu Deng hadn’t been there, Zhou Yuejun would have thought he had entered the wrong door.
The interior decoration had changed completely. Before he even stepped inside, a trace of cool air drilled into his body.
Yu Deng had played wildly these past few days. Although he was free, he did indeed miss Zhou Yuejun.
“Zhou Yuejunâ”
Seeing Zhou Yuejun suddenly appear, Yu Dengâs bright eyes rounded. He immediately put down the game console.
With his legs together and knees on the floor, he scrambled up, shoved Qiao Fangyu aside, and ran in front of Zhou Yuejun.
“Zhou Yuejun, Zhou Yuejun! You’re back~”
In his crisp joy, the end of his tone hooked upward, as if floating on waves.
He was so happy his feet never stopped, stamping back and forth like a little duck. He wished he could spin around Zhou Yuejun.
If he had a tail, it would surely be wagging.
So well-behaved.
Zhou Yuejun suppressed the wicked desire to crush the person into his embrace. His cold, arrogant gaze swept over them one by one, carrying provocative hostility.
A single lookâdark, eerie, and chillingâwas already declaring his sovereignty and driving the people out.
Qiao Fangyu and the others were much less aggressive than Zhou Yuejun. They could only leave sheepishly after the “main wife” returned.
With a click, the door was closed. Finally, only Zhou Yuejun and Yu Deng were left in the house.
Yu Dengâs attention fell on the bag Zhou Yuejun was carrying.
“What did you buy? Is it food?”
He just wanted to go take a look, but before he could touch it, the man’s hand let go.
As the bag fell to the floor, Yu Dengâs feet left the ground; he was suddenly picked up.
His waist was pinched by the man’s hands, and then his back was pressed against the door.
Caught off guard, Yu Deng was frightened. But he instinctively wrapped his legs around Zhou Yuejunâs powerful, sturdy waist.
He was afraid of falling on his bottom.
Pressing down along with that cold, sharp face was a scorching breath.
The chiseled features carried a strong aggression, but in an instant, Zhou Yuejunâs pitch-black, dark eyes were filled with interwoven desire.
“Baby~”
Rough and suppressedâthat burning sensation scorched Yu Deng into feeling timid.
Having just returned from outside, Zhou Yuejunâs body was hot, carrying the scent of being smoked by the sun.
“Does it stink?”
Yu Dengâs cheeks were red. He took a sniff and answered honestly: “It doesn’t stink. Itâs a bit stuffy.”
Just as he finished speaking, his soft, pink lips were attacked.
Yu Deng had just taken a “hissing” breath when he gave Zhou Yuejun an opportunity.
Zhou Yuejun attacked him, forcibly plundering.
His breath was interspersed with pantsânot steady at all, but rather exceptionally anxious and suppressed.
Yu Deng had walls in front and behind him. He only dared to wrap his arms around Zhou Yuejunâs neck to use a bit of strength. He couldn’t move his face, let alone his lips.
Zhou Yuejun was very fierce. Amidst the savagery, one could discern a bit of his angry malice.
Yu Dengâs flesh and bones were soft. Only by relying on Zhou Yuejunâs mercy could he come back to life to take a breath, yet the man still wanted more.
Hurried kisses, like raindrops, fell on Yu Dengâs eye corners, the tip of his nose, and his earlobes.
In any case, he wanted every part.
Yu Deng, who was kissed into a daze, had unfocused eyes. Yet after being scraped by Zhou Yuejunâs sharp teeth, he was startled and horrified.
“Don’t… mm…”
“Missed baby. Missed you so much. Missed you every day. Did baby miss me?”
It was clearly an affectionate tone, but because the exhaled heat was too hot and too sticky and thick, Yu Deng was forced to taste danger and aggression.
Obsessed to the point of wanting to eat the person up.
“Miss… missed you.”
After a short cry of surprise, Yu Deng bit his lower lip. In his eyes, it was hard to tell if it was the color of pain or something else; his crow-like eyelashes were soaked with moisture.
“Liar.”
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