Chapter 9: Iâll Smell You First to See if Youâre Stinky
The bathroom light was bright and stark, illuminating the man’s strong and robust physique.
Yu Deng had assumed Zhou Yuejun would be wearing clothes at the very least, but who knew…
His wheat-colored skin was coated in a layer of moisture. In contrast to his broad shoulders and back was a narrow, lean waist, and his leg muscles were hard and thick.
Every line of his musculature was firm and tight, and veins wrapped around his arms. His entire body exuded a sense of majestic, powerful strength.
Dripping water droplets slid down the well-defined contours of his muscles, filling the air with an inexplicable sense of eroticism.
Moreover, Zhou Yuejun was very fierce…
Yu Dengâs whole body instantly turned scorching hot. He was so mortified that the flesh of his cheeks was flushed pink, and the corners of his eyes were stained a moist red. He quickly averted his gaze.
“How… how can you be so shameless?!”
He completely forgot that he was the one who couldn’t wait, who had kept urging him, and who insisted on squeezing in.
Now, he was blaming the man for being indecently exposed.
“I was afraid you’d actually wet your pants.”
Zhou Yuejunâs body was covered in water. He had just picked up a towel when he felt a soft touch against his fingertips. The boy pouted his face in a grimace of urgency and let out a muffled scold.
“That’s my towel! You’re not allowed to use it!”
His temper was certainly big, ordering people around as if he were a pampered young master.
If he found someone unpleasant, he might even throw a small slap their way.
But in reality, it only made people smell his fragrance and want to act even more aggressively.
Seeing Zhou Yuejun dallying, Yu Deng felt the man was simply rotten to the coreâthat he was showing off on purpose.
It must be out of vanity, wanting to flaunt in front of him.
In an instant, the boy’s brows furrowed slightly, and he hummed several times: “Why haven’t you put on clothes yet? If you don’t, I’ll charge you with hooliganism and have you arrested and shot!”
“Don’t face me! It’s hideous!”
Zhou Yuejunâs dark, heavy eyes seemed to flicker. That face was too exquisite; plus, with his gaze lowered and unfocused, he felt both lustful and intensely satisfied.
Actually, it was alright. Zhou Yuejun still felt a bit insatiable.
He didn’t use Yu Dengâs towel, but it was impossible not to face him; he still had to grab his clothes to put them on.
As he approached Yu Deng, Yu Deng gave him a reproachful look, baring his teeth like a small kitten.
It almost made him even more energized.
Zhou Yuejun pulled a vest over his head, his voice hoarse and languid: “Weren’t you going to relieve yourself? If you keep holding it, you really will wet your pants.”
At this reminder, Yu Deng gave a sudden start. He no longer cared that the man was still there.
After all, he and Zhou Yuejun were both men; there was nothing different about them.
He was just a bit thinnerâthat must be because he hadn’t eaten well as a child, so his body had grown so small.
Zhou Yuejun carried the basin of dirty clothes to the kitchen. After filling it with water, he quickly began to scrub them.
Destroying the evidence.
As Yu Deng passed by him, he had the air of a foreman supervising a worker. He tilted his small chin up, putting on an air of authority: “Wash them a bit cleaner for me. Don’t scrub so hard, you’ll wrinkle them.”
Having said that, he flew away like a little butterfly.
Yu Deng sat back on the bed. Although the electric fan was blowing, the scorching heat on his face refused to subside for a long time, and a sense of “shower-induced stuffiness” remained in his body.
Zhou Yuejunâs physique was incredibly good. His muscles weren’t thin; on the contrary, they were very thick. If you touched them, they felt as if they would even hurt your hand.
Who knew what he had eaten to grow like that? One of him was bigger than two of Yu Deng.
After hanging up the clothes, Zhou Yuejun stood by the bed. He watched the boy intentionally sprawl his body out, lying in the center of the bed with a book casually in hand, ordering him about.
“Go sleep in the other room. There’s a bed there.”
Yu Deng rested his chin on his palms, pressing the flesh of his cheeks until they were puffed out and pink. Even though they were slightly deformed, they looked even more like flower buds about to bloom.
The rented apartment had two bedrooms. Since there was an extra one, Yu Deng didn’t want to sleep with Zhou Yuejun.
Sleeping together in summer was sticky and uncomfortable.
Zhou Yuejun refused: “There’s only one fan. I’m hot. Let’s sleep together.”
The fan had been bought by Zhou Yuejun, but Yu Deng wanted to use it; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably at night.
Because of the fan, Yu Deng had no choice but to give up space, reluctantly moving inward.
“You’re not allowed to get too close to me, or you’ll have to sleep on the floor.”
But Yu Deng knew that sleeping on the floor wouldn’t be good for Zhou Yuejunâs ability to carry cement bags.
“Waitâ”
Yu Deng suddenly became alert. He bolted up and sat at the edge of the bed, his almond-shaped eyes scanning the man from top to bottom.
“I’ll smell you first to see if you’re stinky. I need to check if you washed clean. If you’re smelly, you’re not allowed on the bed.”
After speaking, he leaned his head forward.
His pink-tipped fingers gripped the hem of the manâs vest, then his nose twitched as he sniffed the manâs belly, chest, and back.
Zhou Yuejun even proactively raised his arms for Yu Deng to sniff, cooperating fully: “Where else do you want to smell?”
Even more like a kitten.
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t spent nearly forty minutes bathing for nothing. Not only was there no sweat on him, but he was also very refreshed.
After his inspection, Yu Deng nodded his chin in satisfaction: “You have to bathe every day from now on. You can’t get on the bed without bathing.”
Despite being treated with such disdain, Zhou Yuejun didn’t get angry. He even responded with exceptional indulgence.
It was only right for a little beauty to love cleanliness. If he were messy, heâd be afraid of dirtying Yu Deng.
Zhou Yuejun successfully got onto the bed. It was as if he were being called to attend to the Emperor; his cold, sharp face suppressed the restless excitement of having received such a favor.
He didn’t know how long Yu Deng had been lying on the bed, but the entire bed was fragrant, wrapping around him and seeping into his body.
Zhou Yuejun sat cross-legged, his gaze drifting over Yu Deng, who was nearly pressed against the wall.
He was a bit thin; his waist was so narrow and slender it felt as though it would break with a simple snap. However, the rounded curve of his rear had some meat to it.
His shorts had ridden up from his moving around, revealing skin that was white and tender. It made one’s teeth itch just looking at it, wondering what it would taste like.
Hungry.
Yu Dengâs presence, for Zhou Yuejun, was like honeyed syrup being poured onto a parched heartâboth sweet and thirst-quenching.
Ordinarily, Zhou Yuejun worked during the day and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow at night. He never thought about such miscellaneous things. At most, heâd hear the men at the site say a few vulgar words, but it never sparked any desires.
But with Yu Deng by his side, it was different.
He was craving meat intensely.
This was his partner.
Zhou Yuejun reached over and took Yu Dengâs book: “Reading at night is bad for your eyes. Read it tomorrow. Time for sleep.”
Conveniently, Yu Dengâs eyes were also tired. He rolled over, his head resting on the pillow and his face toward the ceiling.
Zhou Yuejun also pulled the thin blanket over to cover him.
But Yu Deng didn’t want to be covered. His pink feet kicked out, pushing the blanket away. Even his toes were resisting.
Zhou Yuejun covered him again, and he kicked again. He was truly being quite unreasonable.
“Stop it!”
Yu Deng grumbled: “It’ll make me sweaty. I don’t want it.”
Having said that, he rolled over, turning his back to Zhou Yuejun and showing him only the back of his head.
One couldn’t really say he had a bad temper; his speech always sounded like a soft mumble. No matter how he acted up, his soft tone made it impossible to get angry.
But Zhou Yuejun just wanted to grab Yu Dengâs legsâit would be even better to pinch some marks into them.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t press the issue, thinking heâd cover the boy’s belly once he fell asleep.
“Turning off the light.”
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