Chapter 84: As Your Slave, Serving You
Zhou Yuejun was indeed “fierce.” With those bulging muscles and that cold, stern face, he didn’t look like a man capable of celibacy at all. His face practically had two words written all over it:
“Highly Capable.”
And not just as a description of his skills.
What “exploiting Zhou Yuejun”? He was clearly the one being exploited by Zhou Yuejun!
Zhou Yuejun looked at the flushed Yu Deng. The boy looked as if he were drunk, his pupils still a bit unfocused.
“I have all this strength with nowhere to use it, so I can only use it on you.”
In his dark eyes, after the “feast,” the heat had been replaced by a look of unbridled roguishness.
He looked satisfied and decadent.
Listen to the things he says!
After being stunned by the words, Yu Deng’s already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red. The corners of his eyes were stained with a lingering passion.
Zhou Yuejun could actually be this shameless.
Yu Deng let out a huff. “Shameless!”
“You should go to the construction site and move bricks until all your strength is gone.”
“Actually, you should just be a slave.”
Zhou Yuejun let out a low chuckle and suddenly tightened his grip on the flesh in his hand. “Aren’t I one already? As your slave, serving you.”
And he served him with utter devotion, always terrified that someone might take his job.
“Lighter! You’re pinching me!”
Yu Deng was wearing loose shorts—very short ones that only reached the top of his thighs. With a slight shift, one could see the very edge of them.
His flesh looked thin yet supple. Because it hadn’t been touched by the sun, it was still dazzlingly white. His knees were tinged with pink, and he seemed to radiate a natural fragrance.
With every light press from Zhou Yuejun, a red mark appeared before the skin returned to its snowy white.
“You still need to drink your milk. Check if the school convenience store takes orders; if not, I’ll bring two bottles back on weekends.”
Fresh milk didn’t have a long shelf life, especially in summer when everything turned sour easily.
It would be better if the school had it, so Yu Deng could drink it five days a week.
It was nutritious and good for the body. Studying took a lot of energy, so he had to raise Yu Deng with even more care.
Zhou Yuejun had just finished positioning Yu Deng’s leg and was about to cover his navel when Yu Deng spoke up. “I need to pee again. Carry me there!”
He was spoiled and bossy, but Zhou Yuejun loved it.
Yu Deng had a wonderful sleep.
The beds at school had too many issues. They were so old they creaked with every turn, which was not only noisy but also made him feel insecure, as if the thing might collapse at any moment.
Moreover, the bed was tiny. He had to be careful, fearing he might roll off the top bunk and hit the floor.
He had been sleeping with his heart in his throat.
The bed at home was large, so he could kick and move however he wanted. Even if he kicked Zhou Yuejun, the man would only silently move toward the edge.
And when he couldn’t move any further, he would pull Yu Deng into his arms.
Yu Deng’s eyelids lifted, but his mind was still foggy. He looked dazed, his mouth slightly parted. His hair was messy and fluffy, yet adorable.
He shifted through two more positions—lying on his side, then on his stomach—not moving much, like a sloth.
“I’m… thirsty…”
His throat was dry and raspy, and it felt incredibly uncomfortable. He could only look at Zhou Yuejun with drooping eyes, asking the man to pass him the water from the bedside table.
Zhou Yuejun was busy folding clothes. He set aside his work and went to feed Yu Deng the water.
Yu Deng drank in small sips, sometimes sticking out his tender tongue to lick his lips.
They were already vivid and moist, yet he still had to press them together. He was clearly doing it on purpose to be enticing.
Since he had just woken up, his small face was pink and flawless. Zhou Yuejun once again seemingly unintentionally brushed his fingertip against it and toyed with a lock of the dark hair.
After Yu Deng sat up, he leaned against the headboard, blinking slowly as he watched Zhou Yuejun fold laundry.
“What are you holding in your hand?!”
Suddenly, Yu Deng let out a shrill cry. Looking at the item in Zhou Yuejun’s hand, he was consumed by shame and indignation.
It was so small, held in Zhou Yuejun’s hand. The contrast between the dark skin and the pure white fabric made Yu Deng feel utterly mortified.
Yu Deng bared his teeth in anger, his face flushed as he demanded, “That’s not what I was wearing yesterday! What did you do?”
Having his secret exposed, Zhou Yuejun only remained silent and gave a muffled “mhm.”
He seemed calm and composed, but his earlobes were beginning to turn red.
Yu Deng grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Zhou Yuejun. “Zhou Yuejun!”
He was so angry he rolled around on the bed, cursing Zhou Yuejun in his heart for being a lecher.
This was not a protagonist at all. Zhou Yuejun didn’t possess any of the noble qualities a protagonist should have.
107 chose to indulge him: [That’s right! Calling himself a protagonist while doing these things—his mind is full of nothing but you.]
But as he rolled and threw a fit on the bed, it only made Zhou Yuejun feel that Yu Deng was even more like a cat. His way of throwing a tantrum was identical to a kitten’s.
Zhou Yuejun stood over him, watching him make a scene. His narrowed phoenix eyes were filled with a hidden smile. “Your belly is exposed.”
He even gave it a poke. The texture was exquisite; he really wanted to bury his face in it.
He was already seductive enough, yet he still had to show his waist and legs. Being bullied until he was covered in red marks was Yu Deng’s own fault.
“Stop bouncing around. Behave, or you’ll start feeling uncomfortable again.”
Yu Deng was indeed uncomfortable. His waist and legs were sore, not to mention… other places.
“Why didn’t you go sell goods today?”
His raspy little voice sounded a bit harsh, yet still soft.
Zhou Yuejun looked rough, but he handled both the heavy and delicate chores with perfect order.
“I’m not going today, I’ll go tomorrow. Once…”
He paused for three seconds, his expression turning cold as he looked at Yu Deng.
In terms of acting according to the other’s mood, the young couple was practically identical.
“By next week, the goods I have on hand should be sold out. I’ll have to head out after that.”
The moment he heard the word “head out,” Yu Deng’s brows knit into a frown.
Seeing this, Zhou Yuejun felt helpless and could only try his best to balance things.
“I’ll wait until you go back to school to leave. I’ll definitely be back by the time you’re on holiday.”
“I don’t feel easy letting He Yuan go alone. Not only does he have to negotiate future cooperation with the factory, but there’s also trouble on the road.”
Highway robbery wasn’t as rampant as it had been a few years ago, but it still existed. He Yuan was still too inexperienced to handle it.
Even though the little villain had said last night that he didn’t want Zhou Yuejun coming to see him, now that the man really wasn’t going to come, he was throwing another tantrum.
He kicked out his pinkish-white legs, looking utterly listless.
He was truly hard to please.
“They’re almost sold out? How much money did you make?”
Yu Deng was still very concerned about the male lead’s rise to power.
Zhou Yuejun’s expression shifted, and he looked dazed for a moment. “There are still twenty pieces left. After deducting the cost, I’ve made over two thousand.”
“Two thousand!”
The little country bumpkin didn’t have much of a concept of money.
Whatever he wanted to buy, Zhou Yuejun bought it for him, so he never had to worry about finances.
But hearing Zhou Yuejun say he had made two thousand, he knew it was a massive sum.
He had earned two thousand in half a month—that meant he could earn nearly fifty thousand in a year.
As expected of the male lead.
After his shock, Yu Deng broke into a wide grin, his thick lashes curving into crescents and revealing two rows of white teeth.
“Husband, you’re so capable~”
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