Chapter 87: Did Yu Deng and Zhou Yuejun Sleep Together?
Yu Deng didn’t notice the silent clash between the two of them. He deftly took the money, stuffed it into his bag, and raised his snow-white arm to bid farewell to Zhou Yuejun.
“I’m off, bye-bye. I’ll be back on Friday.”
Yu Deng’s wrist was slender and white. Wearing that watch, it always felt like it wasn’t enough.
It was too shabby.
The people at the construction site came from all corners of the country. Zhou Yuejun remembered someone saying that in their hometown, just for an engagement, they had to gift their future wife a gold necklace and gold bracelets.
Whatever others had, Yu Deng naturally had to have as well.
Ning Qian drove away. Watching the figure in the rearview mirror get further and further away, he put away his mocking smirk and finally focused his entire attention on Yu Deng.
“Dengdeng, let’s go buy fried chicken at the school gate later.”
Yu Deng had no resistance to food. The moment Ning Qian mentioned it, he agreed, completely treating Zhou Yuejun’s previous words as wind past his ears.
Rebellious.
If Zhou Yuejun were here, he would inevitably press down on the boy’s waist and give him a good spanking to make Yu Deng remember his lesson.
Now that military training was over, Yu Deng had pulled his shorts back out.
The white striped shorts ended mid-thigh, but because he was sitting, they rolled up, revealing even more delicate, fat-like flesh, so incredibly tender.
Yu Deng kept his legs pressed together. The compression made them look even plumper. Just by looking, one could tell they had the texture of white jade.
One didn’t even dare to imagine how much one would refuse to let go after touching them.
If gripped in a hand, the flesh would surely spill over.
Along the way, Ning Qian was distracted by his racing thoughts, constantly stealing glances at Yu Deng’s lips, neck, and legs.
When Yu Deng looked over, he even coughed to cover up his guilt.
From Friday night until now, Ning Qian’s mind had been constantly replaying the scene of Yu Deng and Zhou Yuejun pressed together.
Were they kissing?
Such soft, moist, and plump lips, carrying a fragrance even when speaking normally—if he really took a kiss, he’d probably faint from the sweet scent, wouldn’t he?
Had Zhou Yuejun nuzzled the back of Yu Deng’s neck?
Had Yu Deng been gripped by Zhou Yuejun?
Did they hold each other when they slept?
He daydreamed like a madman, to the point that in the end, driven by jealousy, he only wanted to replace Zhou Yuejun with himself.
“You missed the turn!”
Yu Deng faced the car window, watching the fried chicken shop they had already driven past, and licked his lips.
Ning Qian was still a careful driver. He braked slowly, turned his head to look behind the car, and apologized to Yu Deng.
“Dengdeng, wait for me here. I’ll go buy it.”
Before long, the expensive car was filled with the smell of fried chicken.
The fried chicken was fried crispy and tender, with a layer of flaky crust on the surface. Afraid that the crumbs would fall into Ning Qian’s car, Yu Deng used his hand to catch them as he ate.
“Do you want some?”
Yu Deng didn’t hog all the food. He picked out a small piece, cupping his other hand underneath, and fed a bite to Ning Qian, who had both hands on the steering wheel.
The car drove into the school, going all the way to the bottom of the dormitory building.
Yu Deng also slowly packed up the fried chicken, preparing to get out.
“Dengdeng—”
Just as Yu Deng’s hand gripped the car door handle, his left arm was tugged.
Yu Deng turned around in confusion, his round, dark eyes full of moist clarity.
Ning Qian’s heart was in a panic. He didn’t know how to ask, but if he didn’t, relying purely on speculation would only make him unable to sleep well for the entire week.
He would die suddenly on some melancholy night from lovesickness and resentment.
“Dengdeng, you and Zhou Yuejun, you two…”
“Are you two together?!”
His hesitation wasn’t because it was hard to voice, but out of terror—afraid of getting the answer that would break his heart.
But it didn’t matter. Being together was just being together; anyone had a chance to be together with anyone.
Instantly, Yu Deng’s pupils widened. Over-frightened, he stopped breathing.
Ning Qian continued to probe. “That night, I saw you and Zhou Yuejun… He was grabbing your waist, and you two…”
Yu Deng’s brain completely stopped working. Fortunately, he still had 107, his little system.
[Must not be exposed!]
[If you’re exposed, you won’t be able to play both sides, be a little scumbag, and take advantage of people everywhere.]
Yu “Little Scumbag” Deng’s heart skipped a beat. “…”
Wicked and scummy—that was exactly him.
He met Ning Qian’s earnest, hopeful eyes, but he felt a bit of cowardice.
He was so wicked.
But it didn’t matter. The little villain was career-driven, with high morale, ready to work hard!
“You… what nonsense are you talking about?!” Step one: get angry first and seize the moral high ground.
If they weren’t in the car, Yu Deng would have jumped up and gone hysterical.
The little villain remained stubborn. “You must have seen wrong. When did I ever kiss him?”
Although his momentum had risen a bit, his brain wasn’t quite sufficient. Ning Qian hadn’t even mentioned kissing, yet Yu Deng confessed without being pressed, exposing himself.
Instantly, Yu Deng’s heart skipped two beats. The sinking feeling made him feel as if he had fallen from a tall building, his life hanging by a thread.
Yu Deng abruptly fell silent, his breath hitching.
[107: …Why are you so clumsy?]
Forget it, stop scolding. Who wouldn’t feel guilty after doing something bad?
Yu Deng had already performed very well.
Under 107’s guidance, Yu Deng finally began to lie clumsily.
“I mean, you saw wrong. I was just leaning very close to him, but we didn’t do anything excessive.”
“Aren’t you just trying to say that he and I were about to kiss?”
Yu Deng’s acting skills were terribly clumsy. Not only were his eyes darting wildly, but he took a breath every two words he spoke. The words “Guilty Conscience” might as well be carved on his face.
But who told Yu Deng to be so bewitching?
Suddenly, Yu Deng leaned closer to Ning Qian.
In that instant, Ning Qian was stupefied. He was so sluggish he seemed mentally impaired, completely lacking the ability to think.
He only knew that his heart was in a terrible state because top-tier beauty was right in front of him, enveloped in an intoxicating, bone-melting, rich fragrance.
Dangerous and addictive, it rushed straight to his brain.
“It’s just that I got sand in my eye, and he was blowing it out for me. That’s why we were so close, like this.”
Yu Deng’s mind was full of deceitful words. He lightly fluttered his curled, dancing crow-feather lashes, took a breath, and pouted in displeasure.
Little did he know, Ning Qian was practically breaking down.
What was fluttering wasn’t his eyelashes, but his heartstrings.
He kept inhaling, unwilling to exhale even a bit, wanting only to greedily absorb it all into his body.
Ning Qian finally understood why Qiao Fangyu was so useless, having his nosebleed burst out instantly.
He was about to have one too.
But just as he swallowed his covetous saliva, the car door was knocked on without warning.
Turning his head, a face was pressed against the car window, slightly deformed from the pressure, appearing eerie.
It was only when the face moved a bit further away that Ning Qian recognized it as Jian Ling.
Jian Ling was speaking. Reading his lips, he was asking what the two of them were doing, his eyes filled with puzzled probing.
Yu Deng’s act wasn’t finished yet. At the last moment, he added a mix of resentment and kind-hearted forgiveness, his cheeks puffed out with anger.
“It was so dark, what could you even see clearly? Don’t say things like this next time.”
Ning Qian’s body hadn’t returned to normal yet.
Yu Deng had been close to him for so long just now; the air entering his lungs was entirely fused with Yu Deng’s scent.
It made sense. So close, so dark—who would think two guys were kissing?
It was only him. With corrupt thoughts in his own mind, he made wild assumptions about Yu Deng.
It was no wonder Yu Deng was angry.
Translator’s Note: Let’s give a round of applause for Yu Deng’s “Little Scumbag” (小渣男) system, 107. Our poor Dengdeng tried so hard to play the villain and almost completely blew his cover if not for his natural bewitching charm carrying the entire team!
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