Chapter 77: Don’t Kiss Me, Someone Might See
“I… I’ll take you somewhere.”
Combined with Yu Deng’s shy, flickering gaze, his burning earlobes, and the rosy flush on his eyelids, two words immediately popped into Zhou Yuejun’s mind.
A tryst.
Beyond his brain freezing, an intense desire began to grow wildly.
Zhou Yuejun arrived at nine o’clock.
He had spent the morning selling goods at a nearby market and the afternoon at one further away.
“I’m looking for Yu Deng.”
The dorm warden had a loud voice. One shout of Yu Deng’s name could be heard through the entire building.
Not long after, Zhou Yuejun heard the sound of scuffing slippers.
The person was running a bit fast; he was probably taking the stairs two or three at a time.
The moment Yu Deng arrived, he grabbed Zhou Yuejun’s hand and ran.
Zhou Yuejun’s heart was in his throat, racing wildly. It was more exciting than when they were usually intimate. The secret pleasure leaked out as they ran.
Even before anything happened, they had already adopted the posture of having an affair. They were afraid of being discovered, yet they were as thirsty as if they were dying of parched throats.
In the northwest corner of the campus was a pond. The area around it was surrounded by tall trees and bushes, providing plenty of cover.
Walking through it, everything was pitch black and hazy. In the dim light, one could only see the outlines of the path; faces were indistinguishable.
People walked by—young couples holding hands.
As for the more secluded spots in the brush, if one walked closer, they could occasionally hear whispers. If one listened closely, the words were so shameful they would make anyone blush.
Under the cover of the darkness, Yu Deng and Zhou Yuejun walked with their fingers tightly interlaced, constantly swallowing.
Because this was his first time doing something like this, Yu Deng was as jumpy as a rabbit. Not only was he wary of every rustle and constantly hiding, but he also clung to Zhou Yuejun, practically wishing the man would just carry him.
The rustling was very faint, so Yu Deng could clearly hear Zhou Yuejun’s breathing and his playful chuckle.
“What are we doing here?”
“You’ve only been here a week, and you’ve already figured out a place like this?”
“It seems He Yuan wasn’t wrong after all. Little delinquent Dengdeng.”
Who would he come here with in the future?
Ning Qian?
Ning Qian surely had long-standing designs. What if he took Yu Deng here under the guise of a walk and, using the cover of night, gave in to his despicable impulses and bullied Yu Deng?
It was so dark, and there was such a gap in their physiques. Since Yu Deng and Ning Qian were both boys, the poor, weak Yu Deng wouldn’t even dare to resist or call for help.
Whatever pain or tears he had, he would just have to swallow them in silence.
How pitiful.
Yu Deng didn’t catch the underlying malice in Zhou Yuejun’s words. He was only shamed into silence by that “little delinquent Dengdeng.”
Yu Deng used Zhou Yuejun’s hand to shield his face, while also trying to hide his hair. Fearing someone would recognize him as a boy, he responded in a tiny voice.
“The dorm leader told me. He took the wrong path when coming back from the library and was scared out of his wits.”
It turned out many couples on campus had trysts here.
University life didn’t forbid dating, but it couldn’t be too blatant either.
But during puberty, impulses were inevitable.
So, when the sky turned dark, they came here to hold hands, touch faces, and kiss.
Yu Deng had neglected Zhou Yuejun at noon and felt guilty, so he wanted to make it up to him.
Suddenly, the little villain stopped. He tilted his head to look left and right, appearing cautious and guilty—clearly planning something bad.
Just as Zhou Yuejun’s hand moved to rest on Yu Deng’s waist, the boy stood on his tiptoes.
He gave him a wet, hot kiss. It was sweet and fragrant, leaving a mark like a brand on Zhou Yuejun’s lips.
A thread of fragrance drifted from Yu Deng’s body into Zhou Yuejun’s lungs.
By chance, that rough hand brushed against a place it shouldn’t have—somewhere soft.
Before Zhou Yuejun could even think, his restless hand suddenly tightened.
“Nng~”
Yu Deng let out a soft moan of surprise. He slapped Zhou Yuejun’s hand away and took two steps back.
His eyes were clear and bright, unlike Zhou Yuejun’s dark ones, so his shock was easily visible.
Yu Deng’s face heated up instantly. A flicker of thin anger appeared in his eyes. He wanted to bristle and scratch, but feeling it wasn’t a dignified situation, he could only hiss in a low voice.
“What are you doing?!”
“Don’t touch me randomly!”
Forget kissing, Zhou Yuejun hadn’t touched Yu Deng in a long time.
That sudden kiss from Yu Deng just now had instantly ignited a fire in his limbs that had been suppressed until now.
It surged like a tide, hit fast and hard. He couldn’t hold back anymore, wanting to take more.
Like a kerosene lamp that had been burned out, a single spark was enough to bring it back to life.
He suddenly gripped Yu Deng’s wrist, terrified the boy would run.
“Dengdeng.”
The two words were gravelly and laced with a fatal danger. It was entirely the rhythm of someone wanting to devour another whole.
“Can we go… inside?”
He wanted to kiss Yu Deng again.
Yu Deng was frightened and instinctively struggled, but his slender arms were weak. Against Zhou Yuejun, it was like a small stone trying to move a mountain.
“No…”
It was soft and muffled. It was hard to tell if it was fear or shyness.
“Then let’s go outside the school.”
“There are… people here, and many mosquitoes.”
“We’ll only kiss, nothing else. I’ll bring you back before the dorm closes.”
Zhou Yuejun was forcefully overbearing. The grip on Yu Deng’s wrist tightened. Along with the excitement, there was also fear.
He was afraid Yu Deng would slip through his fingers.
There were guesthouses outside the school. Zhou Yuejun chose a good one—it was clean, spacious, didn’t have any strange smells, and the lighting wasn’t too dim.
The door was open. Yu Deng’s urge to retreat became even stronger. He felt like he was walking into a den of beasts, about to be eaten.
“I’m going home tomorrow anyway. Why do we have to… rent a room? It’s a waste of money!”
He had been abducted here by the man, but he still couldn’t bring himself to say “rent a room” properly. He could only hang his head, his ears turning so red they looked ready to bleed.
To avoid appearing weaker than the other, Yu Deng could only act fierce, raising his voice to condemn the man’s shamelessness.
Zhou Yuejun had endured the whole way, and finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. All that was left was abandon. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
“You seduced me.”
Yu Deng was about to sit on the bed when Zhou Yuejun pulled him again. His voice was muffled.
“Don’t sit on the bed. It’s not clean. It’ll make your body itch.”
He knew exactly how delicate Yu Deng’s skin was.
He made Yu Deng sit on his lap.
Yu Deng flicked his eyes toward him. In his reproachful gaze, his beautiful, exquisite eyes were filled with a certain charm.
“You aren’t much cleaner yourself right now, hmph!”
He must be full of filthy thoughts.
The moment he let go, Zhou Yuejun’s attention was caught by the ring of red marks on the boy’s white wrist.
The section of Yu Deng’s arm that was exposed was as fine as ivory. It was so delicate that even a light press would leave a mark, let alone being dragged and pulled by Zhou Yuejun the whole way.
It wasn’t an injury, but it made one feel pity.
“Why are you so squeamish?”
Zhou Yuejun caught the wrist and used his lips to rub against it, kissing the pale blue veins.
It was very hot—so hot Yu Deng let out a whimper.
Yu Deng was in his arms, tiny, fragrant, and soft. He must have just bathed; the slight scent of body wash almost covered Yu Deng’s natural fragrance.
So Zhou Yuejun sniffed even harder.
Abruptly, he moved from the wrist directly to the side of the neck, without any transition.
Zhou Yuejun buried his face in the crook of Yu Deng’s neck. He inhaled sharply, greedy and addicted. His thin lips sucked at the skin, his teeth beginning to feel restless.
Like a starving wolf that had finally caught a bit of meat, he wanted to take a large bite.
Yu Deng’s chin and neck were held by Zhou Yuejun’s hand. The man’s knuckles were powerful and strong. He couldn’t escape and could only endure it as if he were being bitten by a vampire.
“D-Don’t kiss my neck. It’ll leave a mark. People will talk~”
The boy’s voice was warm and soft, filled with the helplessness of being bullied. It only made one want to use harsher methods to make him cry.
“What would they say about you?”
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