Chapter 70: Zhou Yuejun Just Likes Hitting Him
Yu Deng did not turn around, knowing that if he did, his face would surely be flushed a bright red.
He immediately pounced on Zhou Yuejun, hugging the man’s waist while feigning a pitiful expression. His eyes were misted with tears, and his lips trembled slightly.
“Don’t hit me. I still hurt… You can’t hit me.”
“I’ll be good. I’ll make sure to eat properly from now on, Laogong~”
Yu Deng usually never called Zhou Yuejun Laogong unless he was being bullied particularly hard by the man.
But every time he said it, it only made the bullying even more intense.
“Please, Laogong.”
Yu Deng thought those two words were a life-saving talisman, but despite many previous lessons, his mind still hadn’t grasped the reality.
For Zhou Yuejun, that word was a powerful stimulant.
Stimulated to the point where his very bones felt alive with energy, Zhou Yuejun pressed down on Yu Deng’s back and waist. He didn’t even use the feather duster, choosing instead to use his hand directly.
It couldn’t really be called hitting; at most, it was a couple of swats.
Soft and bouncy.
But Yu Deng’s reaction was enormous. He dodged and covered himself, even using his feet to kick at Zhou Yuejun’s chest.
“Pervert!”
The man clearly liked hitting him; he must have some kind of weird fetish.
Zhou Yuejun bared his teeth and caught the foot Yu Deng was using to kick him. Suppressing his desire to hold it forever, he feigned a cold indifference and threw it aside, leaving behind a harsh warning.
“I’ll deal with you tonight.”
“You’re still planning to deal with me?”
Yu Deng was indignant, his other leg nearly reaching up to the man’s face.
“It should be me dealing with you.”
“You were gone for so long, yet you didn’t give me a single phone call.”
Yu Deng racked his brain and finally picked out a fault of Zhou Yuejun’s, preparing to use it as an excuse to make a scene.
But before Zhou Yuejun could open his mouth to explain, a forceful kiss arrived instead.
The suddenness gave Yu Deng goosebumps, and he didn’t dare kick the man anymore.
If Zhou Yuejun kissed him just for kicking him, who knew how he’d be tormented if he actually landed a hit?
“Who said I didn’t call?”
The man’s cold gaze lowered, sweeping over him with the intensity of a hawk or a venomous snake, as if wishing he could flick a cold tongue across Yu Deng’s body.
“Everywhere I went, I called you whenever I saw a telephone. Did you pick up?”
He only knew how to stay at home and fool around with other men.
Truly bad!
Yu Deng pouted, feeling self-aware.
Well, another crime added to the list.
The “dealing with him” Zhou Yuejun spoke of, however, was only forcing Yu Deng to drink two bowls of chicken soup that evening.
Yu Deng had eaten a lot of dry and miscellaneous food over the past few days and was actually quite craving home-cooked meals. His appetite was much larger than usual; he finished at least one bowl of rice and quite a few side dishes.
“Eat the chicken leg.”
Zhou Yuejun had bought half a chicken, which only had one leg. He placed it in Yu Deng’s bowl, but Yu Deng immediately put down his chopsticks.
“I’m not eating anymore. It gets stuck in my teeth.”
If it weren’t for Zhou Yuejun’s leg pinning him against the table, he would have run off already.
He was truly full, patting his round belly a couple of times.
Zhou Yuejun: “…The fatty parts are too greasy, and the lean parts get stuck in your teeth. What will you eat then? Picky eater!”
As soon as the man returned, he was hitting him and lecturing him. Yu Deng didn’t want to hear it. After indignantly pushing Zhou Yuejun away, he sat back in the living room and began playing his game console.
“Where’s He Yuan? Did he go to the coast?”
Zhou Yuejun had only told Yu Deng that he was taking He Yuan to the coast; he hadn’t said much else.
“He’s back. From now on, he’ll be doing business with me.”
“I found a new place for him, just two streets away. The goods are kept at his place.”
The lease on the house near the construction site hadn’t expired yet, but Zhou Yuejun felt it wasn’t secure enough. He’d rather spend a bit of money to find a new place nearby.
The house He Yuan rented wasn’t large; it was an old dormitory from a textile factory. It was a single room in a building where cooking and using the bathroom were shared on each floor.
Even with those conditions, He Yuan thought it was too good. He felt the monthly rent of forty yuan was expensive and insisted on moving in to squeeze in with them.
Zhou Yuejun had to practically spell out that he and Yu Deng were a couple.
Yu Deng put down the game console, his expression showing a rare seriousness as he furrowed his beautiful brows. “Then you two be careful. Don’t get caught.”
Although there were many individual businesses now and fewer people were being caught for illegal trading, it still happened.
Yu Deng didn’t want Zhou Yuejun to be arrested.
Zhou Yuejun paused while clearing the dishes, suppressing the surge of emotion in his heart.
“Don’t worry.”
Once he had earned some money, he would apply for a permit and open a proper shop.
Before going to sleep, Zhou Yuejun even sniffed the pillow.
Yu Deng thought Zhou Yuejun was checking for the smell of sweat, so he followed suit, sticking his bottom up to sniff as well.
“It won’t be stinky. I only skipped bathing for one night, and I didn’t even sleep in the bed.”
Zhou Yuejun had wanted to see if there was the scent of another man on the bed, but who knew Yu Deng would suddenly blurt that out?
Instantly, Yu Deng realized he had misspoken. He quickly covered his mouth and shot a timid, guilty glance at Zhou Yuejun.
Sure enough, that gloomy face looked as dark as charcoal.
“If you didn’t sleep on the bed, where did you sleep?”
Could it have been in someone else’s arms?
“I got tired of playing and slept on the floor. There’s a carpet.”
Yu Deng stuck out his tongue and softly turned his back, quickly pulling the blanket over himself to pretend he was falling asleep.
During the days he was away, Yu Deng had truly gone wild. Not only did he sleep on the floor without bathing, but he also didn’t eat properly.
Zhou Yuejun felt even more annoyed with Qiao Fangyu.
Though Zhou Yuejun was irritated, he didn’t pursue the matter further. He simply lay down and pulled Yu Deng—who was far enough away for another person to lie between them—into his arms.
“Go to sleep!”
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