Chapter 83: I Haven’t Digested Yet
Yu Deng was truly frustrated, his pout deep enough to hang a jar from.
“I give Lin Zhengyang money, you know.”
“Besides, the bathhouse and the water room are so far away. By the time I walk back from my shower, I’m sweating again. My body gets all dirty and sticky, it’s so uncomfortable.”
“And I don’t have the strength to fetch water. My arms ache just from carrying it a short distance.”
The young boy’s mouth moved incessantly, his lip pearl being rubbed back and forth. His complaints were laced with a pitiable tone.
His long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and his eyes, shimmering with moisture, were enough to make anyone’s heart melt with pity.
Yu Deng intentionally showed his arms to Zhou Yuejun, wanting the man to know that he wasn’t just spending money recklessly.
After military training, Yu Deng had indeed tanned a bit, but his forearms were still as white and supple as lotus roots.
Moreover, there wasn’t a trace of muscle on them. If you pinched the flesh, it was all soft. He was so thin; how could he be expected to carry water buckets?
He just loved being clean and wanted to shower—what was wrong with that?
Zhou Yuejun rubbed them—using the hand that hadn’t touched Yu Deng’s feet, of course. (He had learned his lesson and wouldn’t ruin the mood this time.)
He even leaned in to sniff, a look of obsession on his face, as if he wanted to use his mouth and tongue.
“What else?”
Although Zhou Yuejun’s voice was deep and steady, the protective aura emanating from him was already quite apparent.
Yu Deng continued to list his grievances, his voice sounding thick and syrupy. “He also criticizes me when I play games or go out for meals.”
“And he says I’m not independent because you’re always coming to see me.”
He might as well have just called Yu Deng incompetent and spoiled.
As he spoke sentence after sentence, Zhou Yuejun’s face darkened until it was shrouded in gloom.
It had only been a week, and this Yang An had already said so much to Yu Deng. He certainly had a big mouth.
While Zhou Yuejun also liked to control Yu Deng, he didn’t want anyone else saying a word about him. It made him feel like Yu Deng was being bullied.
Yu Deng murmured, “He’s like a second father.”
Zhou Yuejun let out a soft “heh.” “Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Ignore him. Don’t associate with him much from now on.”
He’d have to go to the school and make sure that person kept his mouth shut.
Yu Deng had just finished nodding when he suddenly remembered what 107 had said before.
He shouldn’t let Zhou Yuejun get too close to Qiao Fangyu and the others, otherwise, it wouldn’t be conducive to his “unfaithful” persona.
Suddenly, Yu Deng felt a shiver of guilt. He gripped a bit of Zhou Yuejun’s clothes and asked tentatively, his voice small and cautious.
“A-Actually, you coming to see me all the time at school… it really might not be great.”
“They’ll say I’m a parasite, and it interferes with you selling goods.”
After putting on a show of being pitiable and sensible, Yu Deng stole a glance at Zhou Yuejun. He looked timid and hesitant, truly afraid of the man.
He expected the man’s emotions to collapse, for him to demand an explanation or question him frantically.
But Zhou Yuejun only fell into silent thought, his expression unreadable.
This cold silence was like stagnant water, which only made Yu Deng feel more apprehensive.
Suddenly, Yu Deng had an idea.
He pounced forward, hugging Zhou Yuejun’s head.
“If you don’t come to see me, I’ll just come home.”
His soft, waxy voice was light and airy, coaxing the man until he was completely dazed and infatuated.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to rent a place outside the school? Once you’ve earned enough, we can afford a place near the campus.”
“Then I can come home more often.”
“I only have one long class on Wednesday afternoons. I’m done by three-thirty, so I can stay until nine-thirty at night.”
With just a few words, he softly lured the man. Zhou Yuejun was already losing his sense of direction.
His head remained buried against Yu Deng.
Yu Deng intentionally rubbed against him. His clothes were thin, and the warm, delicate scent of jasmine clinging to him began to envelop the man, penetrating every pore until it seeped into his very being.
The scent of flowers, thick and enchanting, fused with his bones and blood, like ants gnawing at his body.
It was over.
Zhou Yuejun buried his head and took a deep breath, every cell in his body ignited.
Yu Deng had no clear realization of his own charm. By the time he caught on, it was too late.
“Y-You said you wouldn’t… I haven’t digested my food yet.”
Yu Deng nudged Zhou Yuejun’s head, but he couldn’t budge it.
“I’ll wait for you to digest.”
“That’s why I haven’t taken my clothes off yet.”
He was exercising restraint.
Yu Deng: “…”
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to praise Zhou Yuejun for being considerate.
But before he finished digesting, Zhou Yuejun wasn’t exactly losing out, was he?
What a calculating, bad man!
…
Zhou Yuejun carried the boy to the bathroom.
Yu Deng’s body was light and soft, like a piece of pounded rice cake—sticky and supple.
But in truth, he just felt like he was about to die.
His bones felt tingly, sore, and weak.
The water in the tub was already mixed, and Zhou Yuejun had squeezed in some body wash, creating a layer of white foam on the surface.
Yu Deng had just sat in the tub when, lacking support, his body began to slide down. He was caught by Zhou Yuejun’s arm.
There were finger marks on the man’s arm where he had been pinched, but such minor blemishes did nothing to diminish the hardness of his muscle lines. Instead, they only highlighted his raw, wild tension.
The tub was small, and for two people, it was a tight squeeze.
Once Zhou Yuejun entered the tub, Yu Deng was able to shrink perfectly into his embrace.
A scorching kiss brushed against his earlobe, and the boy instinctively tried to dodge in fear. His thin shoulders and back trembled with terror as he let out soft, whimpering sobs.
He was terrified.
Yu Deng’s tears from earlier hadn’t even dried yet. Now, steamed by the heat, the tears began to flow again.
But halfway down, they were lingeringly kissed away by the man.
Zhou Yuejun kissed his way up to the red and swollen corners of Yu Deng’s eyes.
“Are you tired?”
Of course he was tired; he was practically dying.
He didn’t want to speak. He had scolded Zhou Yuejun so harshly earlier, and now that he was being “disciplined,” he only wanted to be a mute.
“If you’re tired, rest for a bit. A bath is comfortable.”
“Rest for a bit”?
Wait, had Zhou Yuejun taken some kind of medicine?
What kind of body was this? How could it withstand such exertion? Was he made of cast iron?
The man lifted Yu Deng’s translucent fingers from the water, and after stroking them for a while, he kissed them again.
The bathroom’s soundproofing wasn’t great; they could often hear the sound of water from the units above and below.
Yu Deng bit his lip hard. His cheeks were pinched until red marks appeared, so he could only retaliate by biting Zhou Yuejun.
Once he was satisfied, Zhou Yuejun dried Yu Deng’s hair and carried him to the bedroom.
The room wasn’t large, but the cold air from the living room air conditioner could reach inside. Zhou Yuejun hadn’t tried to save on electricity, letting Yu Deng sleep on the small sofa and the rug earlier.
The moment he was laid on his side on the bed, another tear escaped Yu Deng’s dark, moist eyes.
His eyes were crimson, and he looked utterly pitiable. In an instant, Zhou Yuejun lost his composure.
“What is it? Are you hurting?”
The heartache in Zhou Yuejun’s eyes at this moment didn’t seem faked as he tenderly wiped away the moisture with his thumb.
Yu Deng’s voice was raspy and laced with a sob. He sniffled and blinked. “I have a cramp in my leg. It hurts~ Help me stretch it out, Zhou Yuejun~”
When he called the man’s name, he sounded weak and spoiled. That soul-hooking quality was something no one else could ever replicate.
Zhou Yuejun pressed down on Yu Deng’s leg, carefully controlling his strength.
“Does it still hurt?”
Yu Deng lay there quietly, gazing at the man with eyes shrouded in a misty haze, refusing to respond.
He was sulking on purpose.
After a long while, he finally whimpered, “Why are you so fierce every time?”
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