YFAPFBMG Chapter 47

Chapter 47 – Not Leaving

Novel Title: 你的虎牙很适合咬我的腺体 (Your Fangs Are Perfect for Biting My Glands)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 周舟 (Zhou Zhou -MC), 程澈 (Cheng Che -ML)

*Please read at Novels Space.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Zhou Zhou, full of the smell of vegetables, walks down the road. He’s too embarrassed to take a cab. He’s afraid the driver might kick him out. So he walks back with Cheng Che.

“Damn it,” Zhou Zhou, holding his school uniform jacket with a white shirt inside stained with vegetable soup, mutters in frustration. “What’s wrong with him? He spills soup on me right away. If it weren’t for my good manners, I’d definitely splash the soup back. I didn’t even get a chance to take a sip of the cola!”

Cheng Che, holding Zhou Zhou’s backpack, glances at him. “That beta knows about us.”

“I know,” Zhou Zhou says. “He likes you, I guess.”

Cheng Che rarely shows a somewhat surprised expression.

“One second he’s cursing at me, the next moment you appear, and he immediately becomes weak. That look in his eyes. I’m not blind to not notice it,” Zhou Zhou says, kicking a small stone on the road in frustration.

“Are you angry?” Cheng Che asks.

“Yeah, I am. But not because he likes you. There’s more than one person who likes you anyway,” Zhou Zhou furrows his brow. “I’m just mad at how boring he is acting. It was as if without me, you’d suddenly fall for him. It’s not my fault. Why bother me with that?”

As they talk, Zhou Zhou seems to think of something. He turns to Cheng Che and asks, “If I weren’t here, would you like him?”

“There’s no ‘if’ for that,” Cheng Che pets Zhou Zhou’s head. He’s relieved that his glossy, soft hair hasn’t gotten dirty. He says, “From the beginning to the end, I only see you. I wouldn’t consider these meaningless ‘ifs’.”

In an instant, Zhou Zhou transforms from an angry little wildcat to a soft, obedient puppy. All the anger evaporates and he obediently lowers his head. He looks at the road as his heart pounds in his chest.

***

At home, Zhou Zhou is tidying up his clothes, getting ready to take a shower. Cheng Che leans against the door and suddenly says, “I want to take a shower too.”

“Huh?” Zhou Zhou turns around to look at him, “But why?”

“I accidentally got some of the vegetable soup on me from rubbing against you,” Cheng Che points to the stains on his uniform. “It feels uncomfortable to look at.”

Zhou Zhou really wants to ask: Why don’t you go home to shower? Also, did you take the day off just to accompany me going home? When are you planning to leave them?

Without asking, Zhou Zhou just digs out an oversized T-shirt he bought years ago to show off, which resulted in three days of mockery from Zhou Qiao. He pairs it with loose sport shorts. He gives them to Cheng Che.

“I’ll use my sister’s bathroom. You can use the one outside,” Zhou Zhou says, eager to wash off the vegetable smell without considering that Cheng Che might not have underwear to wear after his shower.

Cheng Che, who’s fully aware of his own intention, doesn’t say anything. He takes the clothes and heads to the bathroom.

***

After what feels like ages in the shower, Zhou Zhou finally emerges, smelling fresh. He dries his hair and enters the master bedroom to find Cheng Che. Cheng Che is already done. He is sitting at Zhou Zhou’s desk in his room. He is absorbed looking at his phone.

Cheng Che, in a crisp white T-shirt, has his lean body slightly curved. One of his legs is resting on the stool while the other is casually stepping on the floor.

Observing Cheng Che’s legs, Zhou Zhou suddenly recalls a fantasy he once had: sitting on Cheng Che’s lap.

Is it finally acceptable? Can he sit on it now?

Cheng Che was looking at his phone when he suddenly felt a cool breeze from behind. He turned around and saw Zhou Zhou, who was clean and fresh, running up to him. Zhou Zhou had a refreshing scent, wet hair, bright eyes, and a suspicious sense of excitement.

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Che turned off his phone and threw it on the table. He turned to face Zhou Zhou as he sat with his legs apart. He took Zhou Zhou’s hand and brought him between his legs. Cheng Che removed the towel from Zhou Zhou’s head and said, “I’ll help you dry your hair.”

Zhou Zhou suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and hesitated, “Can I sit on your lap while you dry it?”

Cheng Che just softly responded with an “Oh.”

Cheng Che stood up. He held Zhou Zhou’s hand and guided him towards the living room. The hairdryer was placed on the coffee table and the plug was still plugged.

Cheng Che sat on the sofa and picked up the hairdryer. He looked up at Zhou Zhou, who seemed lost in thought. He patted on his own lap and said, “Come and sit here.”

This was such a telepathic moment, wasn’t it?!

Cheng Che became more open. And that made Zhou Zhou start to feel shy. He touched his own hair and said, “Um, I can do it myself…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Che lifted his hand and embraced Zhou Zhou’s waist. He turned him around and with a firm touch, he pressed him down onto his own lap.

Zhou Zhou, feeling bewildered, clung to Cheng Che’s shoulders. The sudden placement of his body on Cheng Che’s thigh caught him off guard. He felt a bit disoriented.

“Be good, don’t move,” Cheng Che said as he turned on the hairdryer. As he combed through Zhou Zhou’s hair with his fingers, he continued to blow-dry it for him.

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The hairdryer whirred, sending warm gusts of air. It filled Zhou Zhou’s nose with the scent of Cheng Che’s minty sake pheromones mixed with the fragrance of the shower gel on both of them. Zhou Zhou rested his hand on Cheng Che’s shoulder, slightly lowering his head. His gaze was fixed on Cheng Che’s attractive collarbone. He blushed throughout the process.

Cheng Che unplugged the hairdryer, tidied up Zhou Zhou’s hair, then let his hand down to hug Zhou Zhou’s waist. He leaned down to look at Zhou Zhou’s face as he asked, “Was the air too hot?”

“No,” Zhou Zhou answered softly. Cheng Che had a good control of the distance and duration of the hairdryer before. So Zhou Zhou didn’t feel it being too hot at all.

“Then why is your face so red?” Cheng Che raised his hand and gently brushed the back of his index finger against Zhou Zhou’s warm cheek.

Zhou Zhou remained silent, biting his lip as he looked into Cheng Che’s eyes. The two were close, their heartbeats audible in the intimate space. Unspoken sparks ignited between them as their eyes met. Unable to resist, Zhou Zhou leaned in and kissed Cheng Che.

He intended for just a gentle touch of the lips. But Cheng Che held the back of his head and deepened the kiss. Cheng Che’s other hand, wrapped around Zhou Zhou’s waist, lifted the hem of his short sleeve, gliding smoothly over his waist. Zhou Zhou’s hand on Cheng Che’s shoulder tightened suddenly. His mouth was muffled by Cheng Che’s kiss, emitting soft, humming sounds like a little kitten.

Cheng Che wanted to hold onto this kitten forever, not letting go for even a second. Zhou Zhou, naturally adept at arousing desire in himself, was innocent yet seductive. He enticed him with an inherent allure. Even when Zhou Zhou himself was unaware, this allure had tormented Cheng Che to the point of surrender. There were only a few shreds of rationality left in him still tethered to reality.

Cheng Che, skilled in the art of kissing, had a powerful technique. Every kiss with him felt like a plunge into a captivating abyss. He seamlessly blended the sensations of attack and tenderness, compelling Zhou Zhou to yield and succumb. He could only accept with no resistance or evasion in sight.

Zhou Zhou had never thought about resisting or avoiding. All he wished for was to get closer to Cheng Che and to prolong their kisses.

In this world, many things are cruel and demanding. But only in front of someone you love can joy and sorrow be genuine and meaningful.

The air in the afternoon was quiet and gentle. The soft, yellow light seeped through the curtains into the living room. Amidst the sounds of entangled tongues, Zhou Zhou’s body warmed up. It was as if he was enveloped in an enchanting and nostalgic dream. Inside it, there were numerous beautiful memories and the precious softness of the present moment.

Meeting you is truly wonderful and being liked by you is an incredible luck for me.

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*Translator’s Note: I have not proofread this chapter. Pardon me for any mistakes. -K

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