Chapter 91: Qiao Haoyu Is Going to Give Me a Second-hand Telephone
Zhou Yuejun’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice coarse and feverish: “Okay, once we sell for two more trips, we’ll buy a washing machine.”
Because Yu Deng wanted to eat grilled fish, the two stopped by the wet market on their way.
Zhou Yuejun was a good cook. Yu Deng overate at dinner, and knowing he was in his “safe period” tonight, he very comfortably enjoyed the air conditioning, closing his eyes to rest.
He wasn’t lying on the sofa either, but sprawled out on the plush rug in the living room.
Strong, rough fingers scooped out a bit of pearl cream and smeared it onto Yu Deng’s face.
During military training, Yu Deng’s skin had gotten slightly sunburned. Not only was it red, but the surface layer of skin was also rough, no longer as tender and smooth as before, looking as though it was about to peel.
Zhou Yuejun had told Yu Deng to apply the cream himself at school, but Yu Deng wouldn’t listen, finding it too much of a hassle.
As for telling him to ask about milk, Yu Deng’s mind would wander; he was forgetful and playful. How could he possibly remember?
His small face was the size of a palm, delicate, with features as picturesque as a painting. With just a three-part touch of rich, magnificent color, it was already enough to stir one’s soul.
His tender lips were swollen from the spicy food, and the corners of his eyes were always tinged with a light red. His beautiful face appeared both decadent and ethereal.
Zhou Yuejun had promised not to mess with Yu Deng tonight, but he simply couldn’t suppress his surging emotions.
Furthermore, Yu Deng’s hands wouldn’t stay still. He just loved lifting the clothes over his belly, exposing a bit of flesh.
Like a kitten rolling over and baring its belly.
The rich, fragrant scent of his flesh, fresh and sweet, was utterly maddening to a beast with a keen sense of smell.
Yet the little prey remained completely oblivious.
Once again, Zhou Yuejun pulled Yu Deng’s clothes back down: “Flip it up again, and I’ll slap your hand.”
“Or, is baby doing this on purpose?”
Deliberately seducing someone.
Zhou Yuejun rarely called Yu Deng “baby”; it was usually “Dengdeng.” Every time Zhou Yuejun called him “baby,” there was an aura of deliberate malice.
His cold eyes were slightly sharp, yet they churned with a rapid, burning heat, dark currents surging, and the veins on his neck taut and bulging.
It was a state of desperately needing to devour raw meat and drink blood, but more fitting than a hunting period was another period.
Zhou Yuejun’s hand hadn’t retracted after holding down the clothes; it rested on Yu Deng’s belly.
Thin, yet soft and tender.
“Mhm—” A soft moan escaped, humming in a way that made one’s bones go numb.
Sensing the danger, Yu Deng abruptly curled his body up. His legs, pressed tightly together, rubbed against each other frantically in mid-air as he resisted.
“N-No, I ate too much. My stomach hurts when I curl up, Zhou Yuejun~”
As soon as he begged for mercy, whimpering twice to play pitiful, and scratching like a kitten, Zhou Yuejun had no choice but to stop.
But he only maintained his bottom line—not doing it, and that was it.
When Yu Deng was kissed, he was no longer triggered into a stress response; instead, he cooperated.
He actively opened his lips and teeth.
Otherwise, Zhou Yuejun’s fangs and claws were no joke. If he ended up being forced, he would only suffer more.
A tall, straight nose bridge brushed against the delicate tip of a small nose, ticklish, radiating countless romantic ambiguities.
“How did you learn to be so good?”
“Have you been kissing someone else?”
Yu Deng: “?”
Zhou Yuejun’s broad, heavy chest pressed against him, nearly crushing him. He propped his hands between them and gave Zhou Yuejun’s chest a retaliatory pinch.
“Speak nonsense again, and I’ll slap your mouth!”
The fierce little villain, yet completely lacking in intimidation—just a little kitten baring its teeth.
The overhead light was glaring. As he pressed down, the man happened to be smiling, making his sharp, chiseled face look demonic and wicked.
Bad to the bone.
Heavy, rough pants puffed onto Yu Deng’s face, the masculine scent thick and oppressive.
Zhou Yuejun’s sharp eyes were filled with surging aggression: “Then I won’t speak nonsense, I’ll just kiss nonsense.”
Zhou Yuejun was always wild, like a mad dog or a vicious wolf. Not only was Yu Deng kissed silly, he was completely ruined.
His entire person was flushed red, his exposed skin coated in a glistening, powdery pink, intensely damp and dewy.
It was a rich beauty that wasn’t cheap at all, instead making the young man radiate a pure yet decadent glow.
Yu Deng’s tense toes couldn’t relax for a long time, twitching a bit in a slight spasm.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t help Yu Deng up. From a commanding height, he admired Yu Deng’s current…
Utter mess.
So pitiful, so broken, eyes brimming with tears, mist swirling. With every breath, his chest heaved.
Zhou Yuejun pursed his lips, the tip of his tongue tracing them. As he lay on his side next to Yu Deng, he brought his head close, deliberately brushing against Yu Deng’s ear to speak.
“Dengdeng is so sweet.”
A very light whisper, yet not gentle at all, wrapped instead in a gloomy, sinister aura that made Yu Deng shudder in terror.
A very popular new movie was playing at the cinema. Zhou Yuejun bought tickets in advance, took Yu Deng, and they even had KFC.
A new milk tea shop had opened next to KFC. The variety of milk tea was quite large—pearls, tortoise jelly, red beans, and all sorts of colorful strip-like toppings.
Zhou Yuejun inserted a straw for Yu Deng. As soon as it went in, Yu Deng couldn’t wait, standing on his tiptoes to take a sip.
It was very sweet, the saccharine taste quite strong, but not like plain white sugar; it carried a fragrance.
Yu Deng smacked his lips. His small face, like a flower bud, instantly bloomed, his eyes sparkling and playful as he nudged Zhou Yuejun’s hand.
“It’s so good, you have some.”
Yu Deng wanted to eat a lot of things, but buying two portions for himself and Zhou Yuejun was too much, so he always only bought one.
Zhou Yuejun always let Yu Deng eat first.
Zhou Yuejun was willing, and without a single complaint, he just waited to eat what Yu Deng left over.
The straw was coated with sweetness, carrying Yu Deng’s taste.
The watch pointed to three in the afternoon. Zhou Yuejun prepared to take Yu Deng to school.
“Buy five more cups to take to your roommates.”
Passing by a storefront selling pagers, Zhou Yuejun slowed his pace.
He wanted to buy one for himself so Yu Deng could contact him anytime.
But after glancing at the price, he quickly walked away.
Too expensive. He had to make money faster. After two more trips, he’d buy the washing machine, pay Ning Qian back a portion, and then buy a secondhand pager.
Yu Deng held his milk tea with both hands, withdrawing his casual gaze: “A pager? You want to buy me one?”
“I don’t want it. Qiao Haoyu said he has a secondhand telephone he can lend me.”
With a telephone, he wouldn’t have to make calls from downstairs at the dorm anymore.
Not to mention queuing and feeding the mosquitoes, there were always people around. If he wanted to whisper sweet nothings to Zhou Yuejun, he’d be too embarrassed to say them out loud.
Zhou Yuejun’s ink-black pupils suddenly contracted, his chiseled facial expression freezing, chilling and severe.
First Qiao Fangyu, then Ning Qian, and now Qiao Haoyu—is there no end to this?
How many of them were there, exactly?
Don’t they have their own wives?
“But…”
Yu Deng suddenly looked distressed, furrowing his dark brows: “You don’t have a telephone, how am I supposed to call you?”
“Then don’t take it!”
Zhou Yuejun’s tone was urgent, like disciplining a child, repeatedly instructing Yu Deng.
“You’re not allowed to take his. In another… this New Year, I’ll buy you a new one. You’re not allowed to take his telephone!”
By then, Yu Deng would have a mobile phone, he’d have a pager, and communication between them would be very convenient.
Zhou Yuejun gripped Yu Deng’s shoulder, applying pressure: “Dengdeng, I’ll buy it for you.”
His sharp eyes held impatience, dominance, panic, and also pleading.
The boy’s dense, curled crow feathers trembled slightly, not understanding how a single sentence of his made Zhou Yuejun want to buy him a mobile phone.
Telephones were so expensive, probably costing tens of thousands, yet Zhou Yuejun actually wanted to buy him one.
It seemed the male lead really was “love-brained,” and he truly was a genius at being a villain.
He pouted.
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