Subordinate Doting - Chap 107
”What about this?”
He Zhuo: “Safe.”
Ji Tingyu’s eyes turned red, his voice became hoarse and choked: “Is it gone?”
”What else do you want?”
”I thought there would be a rose or a lisianthus or something like that, so that I could love you like the language of their flowers.”
He Zhuo sighed and pressed his crying face into his shoulder, seeming helpless and doting: “Xiao Yu, compared with the above three points, whether you love me or not is the most insignificant thing. Whether you love me or not, I will always be by your side. My most persistent prayer in this life is that you go out safely and sleep well every night.”
Ji Tingyu let out a “hmm” sound, his heart filled with sourness.
Tears slid down and flowed across He Zhuo’s collarbone.
”Why didn’t you tell me…”
It was his first time to be in love, and he didn’t understand things very well to begin with. On top of that, He Zhuo had prepared so many thoughts but never said a word, which made him look like a loser for a young boy who just wanted to tease others.
”It’s such a small matter, what’s the point of mentioning it?”
That’s a small matter, but what about pheromones? Is that also a small matter?
But Ji Tingyu didn’t ask in the end, because this was a surprise and gift left for him by He Zhuo, and he didn’t want to ruin this kindness in advance.
He raised his face from the man’s arms, a little embarrassed, and struggled to take off his coat, then lay back down again.
He Zhuo’s fingertips rolled over his glands: “What are you doing?”
The cat spoke, his voice getting smaller and smaller: “Since I dared to come back, I was ready to leave sideways. As long as you don’t hurt me too much, you can do whatever you want.”
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He was brought into the bathtub and sat in front of He Zhuo, his back pressed against his chest. With a layer of warm water between them, he felt so smelly that he wanted to crawl into the drain.
“Right, right here?”
”Well, the water is warm, you’ll feel better.”
Okay.
”Aren’t you going to get something?”
Like lubrication or something.
He Zhuo laughed and rubbed the place where he was hit by the calf. Seeing him blinking his eyes like a curious baby, he felt so soft in his heart that he didn’t know how to love him.
”I’m here, you don’t need that kind of stuff.”
”Oh…” Ji Tingyu’s tail even came out and he curled up in his arms like a quail.
He Zhuo pinched the tip of his tail and rubbed it slowly downwards, his palms warm and authoritarian, lingering down little by little until he reached the end.
This is the most inaccessible place on Ji Tingyu. He Zhuo once made a rash visit as the first explorer. His footsteps were gentle and strong, like the most sophisticated instrument, but not cold, only cautious.
He melted the glaciers and snow together, turning Jite into a miserable state, into a rotten peach, struggling between resistance and obsession.
”Brother, I’m fine…”
The trembling cat could no longer bear any caress.
The moonlight outside the window flowed onto the bathtub, gathering into a crescent moon, a silver bridge that arched thinly, swayed out of control, and tottered, stumbling in wave after wave of heat.
He Zhuo turned off the water and hugged him tightly, wanting to take another step. Suddenly, there was an untimely knock on the door, and Rosalin said from outside: “The boss has a mission! There will be a cocktail party at Tiger Beach in two hours, and you need to disguise yourself.”
The ambiguous atmosphere came to an abrupt end.
The two looked at each other and were both stunned.
“Fuck.”
He Zhuo cursed through his teeth.
Ji Tingyu was also very embarrassed.
He felt comfortable, but He Zhuo was about to explode. The blue veins on his arms were throbbing. He was the one who provoked the anger. If he left now, he would be no different from a murderer.
”How about you hurry up? I can give you an hour…”
He Zhuo sneered, his composure completely gone: “Do you think too highly of me, or do you think too highly of yourself? You can’t go on any mission after you’ve let me finish it.”
Ji Tingyu: “…”
Who is to blame then?
He rubbed his face until it turned red, and shook his two little furry ears together. He raised his head and whispered something into He Zhuo’s ear in an extremely shy tone, then retracted it with a “whoosh”.
He Zhuo looked at him for a while, then suddenly stood up, picked him up horizontally, and strode to the bedroom. Bath water was dripping from his body, and he threw him onto the bed without even wiping it off.
Ji Tingyu jumped up, but was pinched by the neck and pushed back again.
He Zhuo put a pillow behind his head, roughly grabbed the cat’s hair with his right hand, moved his knee inch by inch to the top of his head, and patted his confused little face.
He uttered a word in a hoarse voice.
Chapter 44 Cat Girl
”Hmm…” There were constant sounds in the dim room, He Zhuo’s muffled groans mixed with Ji Tingyu’s choking.
A cage of warm yellow light was projected onto the wall, with intertwined shadows on it, one horizontal and one vertical, forming quadrants one and two in the coordinates.
Dark dots fell on the light-colored pillow, and Ji Tingyu’s face was piled on it, squeezed into a wrinkled piece of toast.
Pain and pleasure alternately rose in his spiritual palace, making him almost fall in love with this suffocating pleasure.
This kind of thing really depends on the person.
He Zhuo was so skilled when helping him, but when it was his turn he was in such a mess, with his face distorted and unattractive.
But He Zhuo kept saying “beautiful”.
”Good boy…baby…not ugly…very pretty…”
”Little good cat…I like you…”
He was so disgusting that Ji Tingyu couldn’t stand it and was ashamed to look at him. But he didn’t want to miss the expression on his face, so he could only open his eyes with difficulty through tears and saliva.
In a blurry vision, he saw He Zhuo above him, with his head slightly tilted back, neck tensed, sweat dripping down his Adam’s apple, the oblique strips of muscles on both sides of his ribs stretched to the extreme by his arms, turning into the wide-bared fangs of a wild beast, as if he would pounce on him and devour him in the next second, ferocious and terrifying.
But the beast rubbed his head and caressed him gently: “Okay, stop crying, I won’t bully you anymore.”
