Subordinate Doting - Chap 116
The kitten was even more ashamed, and both ears on top of his head were curling in shame: “Fuck, you treat me as your son.”
He Zhuo said nothing, carried him back and wrapped him in the quilt, and reached out to touch his back again.
”No, I’ve slept well with you around.”
Ji Tingyu grabbed his hand, turned over and turned back into a cat, climbed onto his face using his hands and feet, and covered his eye sockets with his two little pads.
He Zhuo closed his eyes and smiled.
”Why are you so good? Did you have a nightmare?”
The cat licked his mouth: “It’s a sweet dream, brother.”
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Only after biting He Zhuo’s penis till it was wet on both sides did Ji Tingyu climb out of the bed and generously helped him solve the alpha’s morning reaction.
There’s not enough time to do it for too long.
He Zhuo pinched Ji Tingyu’s neck and rubbed his earlobes with his thumbs, but he couldn’t get out for a long time. Ji Tingyu got a little anxious and went deeper, which resulted in him choking and making his eyes full of tears. He was trembling and was about to be knocked apart. His whole face was flushed and so tender that water could be squeezed out of it.
In the end, He Zhuo pulled it out and used his own hand, only letting him open his mouth to receive it at the last moment.
After finishing, one went to cook and the other went to brush their teeth, and then they went out feeling refreshed.
He Zhuo had to go to the military headquarters today to discuss the capture of Baby Face with Shen Ting, so he couldn’t go with him.
Ji Tingyu led his team out to help the survivors of the previous avalanche build houses.
This job required no technical skills, it was just pure exhaustion. After working for a whole morning, several people were covered in dust and dirt. Rosalin was already paralyzed and had to use her tail to hook the cart to pull sand.
”Okay, take a break.”
Ji Tingyu invited everyone to eat, and took out his share of canned food and compressed biscuits from the supply bag that Meng Fan brought. Touching the cold can box, he suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.
Now that the monkey is gone, there is no one to prepare hot food for him.
I turned around and picked up the bag. It seemed heavier than when I came. I opened it and found a can of dried fish inside.
There was no need to guess who put it in. Ji Tingyu’s melancholy mood suddenly brightened. He stroked the jar containing the dried fish, and his heart felt numb.
This little fish is Neville’s most famous snack.
The fishermen would break the ice and set up their nets the night before, and then get up early the next morning to catch the fish. The fish were still alive and kicking and looked very fresh. After being cleaned, they were fried twice in boiling oil. The skin was so crispy that you could hear a sound when you eat it, and the inside was so soft and tender that it melts in a bite. No seasoning was needed to make it so delicious that it would make your eyebrows drop.
This fish is a rare species and grows in glaciers. Most people can’t find a place to catch it, and even if they find one, they may not be able to catch it.
Needless to say, the price is high. Adults are reluctant to eat it themselves and only buy it occasionally for their children to satisfy their hunger.
The supply is still small, so if you want to buy one, you have to hurry up and grab it.
It takes at least two hours to drive from the base to the fish farmer, which means that He Zhuo got up before dawn this morning and went to grab fish with a bunch of doting parents, just so that he could eat them during his lunch break.
Ji Tingyu felt warm in his heart, like a warm river.
He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, there was a grandmother who doted on her grandson next door. The neighbors always said that her grandson was a child raised in a sugar jar.
Little Ji Tingyu didn’t understand what was said, and had never felt what it was like to be spoiled. Why were those who were raised in a sugar jar happy?
Now that I have become a kitten being fed with a sugar jar, I understand how addictive this feeling is.
The sugar-coated bullet is indeed a powerful weapon that strikes the heart.
He couldn’t wait to see He Zhuo, so he ran out like the wind with his backpack, and soon saw the eye-catching red Wrangler behind the mountain.
He Zhuo was leaning against the car door smoking. Seeing his anxious face, he gently waved his hand: “Come here.”
The kitten, covered in snow and wind, jumped into his arms, and the strong aroma of wine filled his embrace.
The cigarette on He Zhuo’s fingertips was almost knocked off. Ji Tingyu saw it and felt a little greedy: “Give me a puff.”
”No, I want a cigarette right away.”
He Zhuo suddenly put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled hard.
”Why are you pumping so fast?”
”I won’t leave any for you.”
Ji Tingyu: “…” It’s not about whether you are childish or not!
He rushed forward to grab the cigarette, but He Zhuo raised his arms to refuse. He stole a kiss before passing the cigarette to him.
”Did you suck it all up?”
”No, there’s yours.”
He Zhuo didn’t give it to him directly. He took a puff first, then took it out, pinched the cigarette with his index and middle fingers, and fed it to his lips: “Open your mouth.”
As if it had been calculated, when Ji Tingyu lowered his head to take a breath, the smoke from He Zhuo’s mouth just overflowed.
The thick white mist was like the sleeves of a dancer, slowly and gracefully rolling over his tongue, caressing his lips, teasing the tip of his nose, and finally dispersing, blurring his face.
Ji Tingyu was biting the cigarette butt blankly, having long forgotten what to do, and just stared blankly.
He had to say that He Zhuo was the sexiest man he had ever seen smoking. It seemed as if the tobacco he inhaled and exhaled became more smokeable.
As soon as this thought came up, He Zhuo asked, “Is it good to suck?”
”cough–”
Ji Tingyu choked up, “Not bad.”
His voice sounded slurred because he was holding a cigarette.
He Zhuo glanced at his red ears and said, “Nonsense, you didn’t even taste it.”
”Am I blocking you?”
He stretched out his slender index finger and lightly plucked Ji Tingyu’s Adam’s apple, like plucking the strings of a guitar, and then took the cigarette out of his mouth.
”Okay, you can vomit now.”
The permissive tone and the condescending look inexplicably made Ji Tingyu feel familiar.
When he blew out the smoke ring, he felt like he was being fooled, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. He had a fucked-up expression on his face, as if to say, “Did someone fool me?” He ran away with a sour face: “I’m not going to fool you. I’m going to have dinner with Rosaline.”
He Zhuo looked at his impetuous back and laughed. He held the cigarette in his mouth while laughing and took a sip of it tenderly at the place where Ji Tingyu had put his mouth.
