Chapter 82: No More Helper, Only a Husband
It was barely nine o’clock, yet the streets were already deserted. The newspaper office was closing up, and the people inside were busy tidying their things.
A broad, warm palm clamped onto Yu Deng’s slender waist, applying a bit of pressure to pull him closer.
As the sensation of his lips being crushed against another’s took hold, Yu Deng felt dizzy and lightheaded. He only knew that Zhou Yuejun was kissing him, and he was being rather ruthless about it.
His sharp teeth grazed Yu Deng’s soft skin, drawing a muffled groan from the boy. He wanted to turn hostile and push the man away, but his chest was pressed against what felt like a wall of solid copper and iron—and it was scorching hot.
On the road, tires screeched against the pavement as a car swerved into an elegant “S” curve before finally stabilizing.
Were they really kissing?
When Zhou Yuejun finally let go, Yu Deng reached up and tugged at a lock of the man’s hair in retaliation.
Yu Deng wiped his lips, looking around sneakily like a little thief, his heart pounding with fear. “What are you doing? We’re still outside!”
“Did anyone see?”
People were traditional these days, and since their relationship was anything but public, Yu Deng was terrified of being seen and having people point at his back and curse him.
Ning Qian’s car was long gone, and it was so dark that Yu Deng figured they probably hadn’t seen a thing.
Zhou Yuejun pursed his lips, his previous hostility replaced by a lingering aftertaste. “I just wanted to kiss you.”
Suddenly, Zhou Yuejun pinched Yu Deng’s cheeks. His lowered dark eyes were deep and dangerous, and his cold voice made Yu Deng tremble.
“And while I’m at it, I’m checking to see if Dengdeng ‘ate out’ and tasted any other dirty things.”
The already plump lips looked even fuller under the pressure. That tiny mouth was truly something people couldn’t stop coveting.
Even as slow-witted as Yu Deng was, he could hear the eerie undertone in Zhou Yuejun’s words.
“I didn’t eat anything else, mmm…” The little villain shook his head blankly.
He truly hadn’t, because Yu Deng’s lips were still sweet.
“Let’s go. We’re going home.”
The two turned into the stairwell.
There were no lights in the hallway, making it pitch black. Yu Deng instinctively hugged Zhou Yuejun’s arm tightly.
“It’s so dark. There aren’t any lights, I can’t see the way~”
If Zhou Yuejun hadn’t come to pick him up, he would have had to feel his way up in the dark. If he wasn’t careful, he might lose count of the floors and knock on the wrong door.
Just as he thought this, Yu Deng felt himself being swept up into a horizontal carry, nestled firmly in Zhou Yuejun’s arms.
Then, Zhou Yuejun actually managed to switch his posture with steady precision, making Yu Deng wrap his legs around his waist while sitting on his forearm.
The man’s arm was thick and powerful, but as a seat, it was a bit too hard.
Yu Deng hooked one arm around Zhou Yuejun’s neck. Amidst the scent of chicken soup, he could smell Zhou Yuejun’s natural aura.
It was hard to describe. It wasn’t the smell of sweat, nor was it a heavy fragrance. It was more like a flowing stream, steady and murmuring. Whenever he smelled it, he felt at peace, secure, and felt that this was someone he could truly lean on.
“I ate at a buffet, so I couldn’t pack any leftovers. Next time I’ll take you there. It’s really good; they have so many little desserts.”
Zhou Yuejun had never been to one, but even though Yu Deng was covered in the smell of sweets and other foods, he still felt that Yu Deng himself was the most delicious thing there.
“It’s fine. I’ll just eat you.”
Zhou Yuejun’s bluntness was like a head-on blow to Yu Deng.
He knew it. Going home meant he definitely wouldn’t be spared.
Once he resigned himself to his fate, he stopped talking and leaned listlessly against Zhou Yuejun’s shoulder.
The key turned in the lock. As the door opened, the light flooded into Yu Deng’s eyes.
Yu Deng, who was still clinging to Zhou Yuejun, kicked his dangling legs twice before jumping down.
“I need to go pee.”
Then, he scurried toward the bathroom like a kitten with its tail between its legs.
Yu Deng relieved himself, and just as he pulled up his pants and turned around, he saw Zhou Yuejun leaning against the doorway. It startled him so much he shivered again.
“Y-You… Pervert!”
“You’re not allowed to peek!”
Yu Deng’s face flushed a deep red. He instinctively reached out to cover himself, only to realize he was already fully dressed.
The bathroom was small, and Zhou Yuejun stood at the door, as tall as the frame and quite broad. There was no way Yu Deng could squeeze past him.
The man’s phoenix eyes, slightly narrowed and dark, were filled with a playful, teasing glint. The rest of his gaze was pure, predatory hunger.
Zhou Yuejun’s gaze darkened as he cast a meaningful look at Yu Deng’s lower abdomen. “You really ate a lot. Your belly is all round.”
Suddenly, Yu Deng felt a surge of bravado and lifted his shirt slightly. “That’s right. I’m full, so I can’t exercise.”
It wasn’t that round, really, but there was a slight, soft curve to it.
It looked both erotic and cute, surely soft and bouncy to the touch.
Like a perfectly cooked fish ball.
Zhou Yuejun curled his lips, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight.
It had been seven days. He had only had a small taste last night, so it was only natural that he couldn’t restrain himself now.
“You know you can’t exercise, yet you’re still being this bold?”
Realizing that Zhou Yuejun’s gaze was becoming increasingly intense and sticky, Yu Deng felt another tremor of fear and quickly pulled his shirt down.
However, he now felt like he had nothing to fear. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up arrogantly, looking incredibly smug.
Yu Deng’s nose was sharp, and he caught the scent of the chicken soup that was making him go hazy. He began to shuffle toward the kitchen.
“I want chicken soup!”
He was acting like a little tyrant, so bossy that Zhou Yuejun really wanted to just pin him down and devour him.
The buffet had mostly been dry food. Although there were drinks, they couldn’t compare to the rich aroma of chicken soup. Yu Deng had been craving this.
Zhou Yuejun hesitated for a moment, but ultimately turned around to fetch half a bowl of soup and a chicken leg for Yu Deng.
The boy was already stuffed, and if he drank another half-bowl of soup and ate a big chicken leg, when would he ever digest it?
It seemed he wouldn’t be able to “eat” his meal tonight after all.
Zhou Yuejun had already turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and the temperature was beginning to drop.
Yu Deng sat on the sofa, holding the bowl and taking a few sips of soup, but he had absolutely no appetite for the chicken leg.
He turned his head away and pushed the bowl back. “I’m not eating it. You eat it.”
He had eaten so much meat tonight that just looking at it made him feel greasy.
Zhou Yuejun took the bowl but didn’t eat. He placed it on the coffee table instead.
“Let me see your feet. Any blisters?”
Zhou Yuejun sat on the floor, his well-defined hand gripping that slender ankle as he pulled off Yu Deng’s socks.
What was revealed wasn’t snowy white skin, but a flushed pink—swollen from overexertion.
Suddenly, Zhou Yuejun’s gaze turned cold. “No blisters, but they’re swollen.”
He massaged them distressedly, helping Yu Deng stretch his legs.
These seven days had truly exhausted Yu Deng. Not only did he have to stand for long periods, but he also had to stretch and kick during his boxing practice. The training intensity was far too much for a little lazybones who never exercised.
Yu Deng slumped back, enjoying the massage while aimlessly flipping through TV channels.
There weren’t many good programs on at this hour. The only thing worth watching was the movie channel.
It was a foreign film, and they were actually speaking English.
“How are your roommates? No conflicts, I hope?”
When Zhou Yuejun asked this, Yang An’s face immediately popped into Yu Deng’s mind.
Yu Deng wasn’t some kind of benevolent saint. If someone annoyed him, he was definitely going to gossip about it.
“The others are okay, but there’s one who’s just bad.”
Zhou Yuejun’s dark eyes flashed as he made a precise guess. “Yang An?”
Yu Deng gritted his teeth and nodded. “Yes, him! He’s always trying to control me!”
“Every time Lin Zhengyang comes to bring me water, he says I’m bullying our classmate.”
He was worried that if Yang An kept talking like that, Lin Zhengyang would actually start to feel humiliated and stop fetching water for him.
Then he wouldn’t have a helper anymore.
Only a husband.
How could that be allowed?
No way!
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