Chapter 69: Say It a Few More Times, Say You Missed Me
Zhou Yuejun coldly rejected Yu Deng’s answer, his thin lips mocking, his gaze thin and heartless: “You even brought them home.”
“Playing so happily with them, how could you possibly miss me?”
“Why are you so bad?”
Having said that, he not only gave Yu Deng a disciplinary bite but also slapped him once.
Yu Deng let out a whimper, wanting to resist, but for some reason, deep in his bones, he had a secret attachment to Zhou Yuejun’s physical contact.
Perhaps it was the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
He was indeed welcoming Zhou Yuejun.
“I… I missed you, Brother Yuejun~”
That appearance—small and pitiful—and the soft moan scratched at one’s heart, capturing the soul.
Yu Deng pleasingly used his soft face to rub against Zhou Yuejun. Amidst the rubbing, their skin touched, their temperatures merged, and an extreme passion was bred.
There was no way Zhou Yuejun could resist.
“Is that so?”
His dark, straight brows softened. His muscle-corded, hard-bulging arms hooked around Yu Deng’s legs, intentionally strangling the flesh.
“Say it a few more times. Say you missed me.”
Being held by Zhou Yuejun, not only was his face inches away, but their nose tips also rubbed against each other. That ambiguous atmosphere made Yu Deng’s already hot face even hotter, and his body temperature also climbed rapidly.
Yu Deng acted coyly, bashful and muddled: “Missed you. Missed Zhou Yuejun.”
A single sentence almost lured Zhou Yuejun’s soul away.
“Then was baby bullied by them?”
“Were you secretly bullied by them while you were sleeping?”
“Your face is so red—was your face pinched?”
Yu Deng’s face was red from being stifled by Zhou Yuejun’s body heat, and perhaps from shame.
“How is that possible? It was all me—”
It was all him bullying Qiao Fangyu and the others, okay?
Although his character profile was to please and integrate into this group of rich second-generation kids, Yu Deng felt he had already been very successful.
After all, Ning Qian had even bought him an air conditioner; he was a qualified little lackey.
His thoughts were simple, and he didn’t think in other directions. Besides, Qiao Fangyu and the others liked girls.
Yu Deng was unconvinced, knitting his brows as he argued his point: “I wouldn’t be bullied!”
Who was the villain? Was he questioning the strength of the little villain?
Zhou Yuejun, however, didn’t believe him. A strange, wicked air flashed through his dark, narrowing eyes.
“I need to check!”
He knew the way those people looked at Yu Deng—it was like they were coveting a treasure, salivating, wanting to claim Yu Deng as their own.
As for how to check?
Naturally, he had to conduct a detailed check on all aspects.
In the end, Yu Deng was exhausted and paralyzed. Only then did Zhou Yuejun believe that Yu Deng truly hadn’t been bullied.
A thin blanket was draped over Yu Deng, covering the exposed jade-like skin and plum-like marks, only revealing from his slender shoulders and neck upward.
His tongue was sticking out, and the back of his slender neck had a bit of moist pink. His dark hair contrasted with his snow-white skin; his “pure desire” was just right.
Zhou Yuejun sat cross-legged on the floor, his knuckles rubbing against Yu Deng’s collarbone, his voice like gravel: “Who bought the carpet?”
It was quite soft; Yu Deng’s knees actually hadn’t gotten bruised on it.
Yu Deng wasn’t as hot now. Although lying on the floor made him feel a bit like he had nothing left to live for, he could feel traces of cool air blowing on his back.
It was quite comfortable, except Zhou Yuejun knew he was ticklish and kept rubbing him on purpose.
“Qiao Haoyu.”
“The dining table and coffee table were Qiao Fangyu. The air conditioner was Ning Qian.”
Yu Deng didn’t lie either, confessing everything that needed to be confessed.
“Can we…”
His voice wasn’t great—it had gone from soft and waxy to raspy. His nasal tone was muffled, sounding broken and a bit weak.
“Hmm?”
Yu Deng wanted to turn over, but in the end, he only managed to turn his head with Zhou Yuejun’s help.
The boy’s eyelids were moist, and his face was messy. His pitiful, tear-filled appearance made Zhou Yuejun want to hand over his life to him.
Zhou Yuejun understood, his voice low and raspy: “Want to keep the air conditioner?”
Yu Deng was actually a bit afraid of Zhou Yuejun. Zhou Yuejun had a sullen personality and forceful behavior. When he lowered his brows and looked at someone, he was very fierce.
He had no sense of elegance or warmth at all—he was a total tough guy. If he disliked someone, he could “sting” them twice.
“Can I?”
Yu Deng tested carefully, his fingers scratching the hard muscles on Zhou Yuejun’s body. His eyes were watery, as if he would cry again if Zhou Yuejun refused him.
He really liked the air conditioner. No matter how he slept, he wouldn’t be hot, and he wouldn’t be sticky when he woke up.
Zhou Yuejun pondered, his gaze deep and dark. Finally, under Yu Deng’s plea, he nodded.
“You can.”
He could pay Ning Qian back in several installments.
Although there weren’t many days before Yu Deng went to school, and Yu Deng would only return on weekends, it wouldn’t be long before autumn arrived.
But if Yu Deng liked it and didn’t want to suffer, what was wrong with that?
Because Zhou Yuejun agreed to keep the air conditioner, Yu Deng instantly became active.
Dragging his soft bones, he kissed the corner of Zhou Yuejun’s mouth, the curve of his own mouth unable to be suppressed.
Zhou Yuejun was kissed with a mouthful of sweetness. He carried Yu Deng to the sofa: “Rest a bit longer.”
“Are the clothes from the past few days put away?”
He intended to wash them along with the carpet.
Yu Deng immediately acted well-behaved and smug: “Washed them. I washed them all away. Am I hardworking?”
That sticky air was truly something others couldn’t imitate.
Although Zhou Yuejun told him to save the clothes for him to wash when he came back, waiting four or five days would be far too sloppy, wouldn’t it?
Besides, there were other people in the house.
Zhou Yuejun picked up the bag on the floor. Only a bit was showing, but Yu Deng had eyes like a hawk.
“Zhou Yuejun, you bought me clothes again?”
Zhou Yuejun threw the bag to Yu Deng. When he went to the balcony, he couldn’t hide his smile. His softened eyes lowered, reducing his sharpness and coldness.
Yu Deng’s clothes were hanging there, looking exceptionally small.
He took one down and rubbed it in his hand.
In this weather, things dried quickly and weren’t moist anymore, but the smell of laundry detergent and soap on the clothes was quite strong.
“I washed them clean! I put in a lot of laundry detergent.”
Yu Deng shook the clothes out—it was two sets of autumn outfits. He held them up against himself one by one.
Because they were in the coastal style, they were novel and fashionable. Yu Deng liked them immensely, wishing he could wear them right now.
Zhou Yuejun was helpless but didn’t blame him: “You put too much detergent. It’ll be uncomfortable to wear. I’ll rinse them again.”
Yu Deng’s interest suddenly vanished, and he got angry: “Oh. Then I won’t wash them in the future. I’ll let you wash them all!”
How could he be so meticulous? Isn’t it fine as long as they’re clean?
After finishing the laundry, Zhou Yuejun checked the fridge again.
The dishes he left for Yu Deng before he went weren’t eaten much, but there was an increase in fruit, milk, and chocolate.
“What did you eat for meals these past few days?”
Yu Deng felt guilty but didn’t dare to lie. He listed in detail the things he had eaten.
Ning Qian’s family driver had come three times to deliver home-cooked meals. Others included restaurants, KFC, braised meat noodles, wontons, and shrimp cakes—Yu Deng himself almost couldn’t remember them all.
“Anything else?”
Looking down from above, his expression cold and solemn like a judge—Yu Deng didn’t dare play any tricks.
“There were also cold cakes, fruit—”
“Fruit can also be considered a meal?”
His cold, heavy gaze flashed with chilliness—eerie, making one’s heart tremble with fear.
Yu Deng was startled. Just as he wanted to bury his face, his chin was pinched by Zhou Yuejun and forced upward.
After that, his cheeks suffered as well, pinched by Zhou Yuejun until his lips were forced open.
Zhou Yuejun stared at Yu Deng’s palm-sized face. There was a bit less meat when he pinched it, and he actually laughed out of extreme anger.
“No wonder you got a bit thinner again. You didn’t eat properly at home.”
He had been annoyed by the things Zhou Yuejun said before he left, yet he still hadn’t taken them to heart.
Zhou Yuejun’s eyes just took a casual glance. Yu Deng followed his gaze, and instantly, his face turned pale.
It was the household feather duster.
“No… you can’t hit me. I ate every day. I didn’t skip.”
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t thought about hitting Yu Deng at all, but the person being so afraid actually aroused the malice in his bones.
“Turn around.”
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