TLCBITAR Chapter 268

Chapter 268 You Better Not Cry!

After Pei Yanlie entered the private room, Zhou’s mom consciously sat back next to Zhou’s dad.

Pei Yanlie walked straight to Zhou Zhou, sat down next to him, and first looked directly at Zhou’s parents, politely asking if they had any food allergies or special requests.

“No, no, we eat everything, not picky at all.” Zhou’s mom replied with a light smile, her hand placed under the table tightly gripping Zhou’s dad’s. Anyone being stared at by a big figure like General Pei would feel uncomfortable, especially since he was her idol.

Zhou’s dad held his breath, pursing his lips tightly, afraid that he would make a strange sound if he opened his mouth.

“Zhou Zhou, why don’t you stay a few more days this time and stay at home.” The smile on Zhou’s mom’s face never disappeared.

Zhou’s dad cleared his throat, braving the three gazes and forcing himself to say, “Zhou Zhou’s room has a small bed. If Yanlie doesn’t mind, he can sleep in the guest room next door. It’s clean and tidy there, and the bedding is new… uh…”

His eyelids twitched violently, and he glanced at his wife who was wearing a fake smile, closing his mouth and no longer speaking.

After lunch, Zhou’s dad took advantage of going to the restroom to pull his wife aside, sternly and quietly lecturing her, “Comrade Xiao Jiang, I think you can’t wait to sell your son to General Pei!”

“Old Zhou, what do you understand? Didn’t you see that the General was serving your little ancestor throughout the meal, peeling shrimp, removing fish bones, and being attentive in every way? If we weren’t here, he would probably feed him personally! You can tell from the details how much he cares about our son.” Zhou’s mom looked at him resentfully, “Do you remember what you did when you were pursuing me?”

There is no harm without comparison.

Zhou’s dad glared, “Wife, we’ve been there, done that. Men do everything they can to please the other person before they get them. Once they’re married, ha, I don’t believe they’ll still pay attention to these details.”

“I don’t care, isn’t it good for our son to be pampered?” Zhou’s mom was open-minded and didn’t have that old-fashioned idea of carrying on the family line.

The two had been hiding in the corner of the corridor, whispering to each other, and Zhou Zhou in the private room naturally wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity.

There was a viewing platform inside the private room. Zhou Zhou glanced at the man who was pretending to be calm but whose eyes were about to burst into flames, signaling him to follow.

Pei Yanlie’s Adam’s apple rolled, his gaze following Zhou Zhou’s figure. The other person’s clothes were proper, his jacket having been taken off during the meal. At this time, he was only wearing a slightly see-through shirt, vaguely showing the beautiful curves of his slender waist.

Unfortunately, the venue was not suitable. If he followed, he would most likely not be able to resist the temptation, thus doing something out of line.

Zhou Zhou leaned against the door frame, his posture lazy, raising his eyebrows at him, his rosy lips slightly hooked, smiling but not really smiling, “Yo, what a gentleman, you’ve actually changed your ways?”

[Pretend, keep pretending, I want to see how long you can pretend!]

He secretly grinded his teeth, and looked down at his clothes.

[Could it be that my clothes have no allure?]

He raised his hand and pulled at his collar, casually unbuttoning two buttons, revealing the faint kiss marks below his collarbone, looking innocently at Pei Yanlie, “Pei Yanlie, it’s a little itchy here, can you come and see what’s growing?”

Zhou Zhou’s clumsy acting only seemed cute to Pei Yanlie. The itch in his heart almost spread throughout his body, accompanied by unbearable lust.

He took a deep breath, his eyes completely darkened, “Xiao Zhou, your parents will be back soon.”

Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, “Don’t worry, with my understanding of them, they won’t be back within twenty minutes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yanlie’s breath hitched. He stood up and walked towards him, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists. Zhou Zhou chuckled and turned to walk towards the viewing platform.

The footsteps behind him were fast and heavy, as if suppressing something.

[Tsk, say you’re a hypocrite, do you admit it?]

As soon as the thought popped into his head, an arm wrapped around his lower back. Zhou Zhou opened his mouth to laugh, but the next second his body was turned around and slammed against the railing of the viewing platform, his lips and tongue being blocked heavily and aggressively.

After the kiss, Pei Yanlie stared at Zhou Zhou’s slightly parted lips, his voice hoarse, “Xiao Zhou, tell me, is your skin itching or…”

The following words were spoken almost next to his ear, Zhou Zhou’s mind felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, his whole body was light and airy, and his legs were also slightly weak.

He took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth rising into a smile, reaching out to hug his neck, leaning up to his ear and tempting him, “I said it’s itchy everywhere, can you cure it?”

He clearly felt Pei Yanlie’s breathing become heavier, and the arms around his waist tightened instantly, as if to press him tightly into his chest.

Zhou Zhou continued to tease, “But, what if there’s not enough time, and you’re powerless?”

Pei Yanlie’s arms moved down, his rough fingertips lightly kneading Zhou Zhou’s waistband, occasionally touching the skin of his lower back.

Zhou Zhou’s body stiffened for a moment, and a layer of goosebumps rose on his skin. The other person’s hand seemed to be burning with a fire, and wherever it touched, it was scalding hot.

Outside the viewing platform was an artificial lake. Because it was lunchtime, almost no one stayed there.

Zhou Zhou half-closed his moist eyes, his chin was tightly pinched by slender and powerful fingers, forcing him to look in the direction of the artificial lake.

Pei Yanlie leaned down, the hand hidden under his shirt exerting a little force, “Are you satisfied now, insisting on seducing me.”

Zhou Zhou’s eyes widened, Pei Yanlie covered his mouth with the hand that was holding his chin, preventing him from making a sound.

He swallowed a muffled groan with difficulty, his hands tightly gripping the railing of the viewing platform, pricking up his ears to eavesdrop on the movements outside the private room.

He had a premonition that his parents would be back soon.

[Get out!]

Zhou Zhou struggled a bit, his whole body tense.

Pei Yanlie heard footsteps, pulled the person who had gone limp into his arms, his voice suppressed to the extreme, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Zhou Zhou hurriedly straightened his clothes, glared at him fiercely, “Don’t even think about it, separate rooms tonight!”

Without waiting for Pei Yanlie to reply, he hurried into the private room, and just happened to see Zhou’s mom and Zhou’s dad opening the door and walking in.

“Mom and Dad, where did you go?” Zhou Zhou’s voice still had a hint of hoarseness.

“Xiao Zhou, did you eat chili peppers? Your face is so red.” Zhou’s mom reached out and touched his forehead, then suspiciously glanced at Pei Yanlie who was walking out of the viewing platform.

Zhou Zhou touched his nose and made an “ah-hmm” sound, “Are you full?”

“Full, full, you and Yanlie go home and rest first. Your dad and I have something to do, we’ll go back later.” Zhou’s mom said, looking at the well-dressed, stern-faced man, “Yanlie, Xiao Zhou is in your care.”

Pei Yanlie hooked his lips, looking at Zhou Zhou with an ambiguous gaze, “It’s no trouble at all.”

Zhou Zhou pursed his lips, his heart beating wildly. This feeling of having an affair behind his parents’ backs was so damn exciting.

“Xiao Zhou, don’t just take care of yourself. When you have time, take Yanlie to walk around nearby.” Zhou’s mom pulled her son aside and earnestly instructed him.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Zhou was pulled into the hovercar by someone.

Undisguised desire surged in the depths of Pei Yanlie’s eyes, pushing the person against the car window, his tone a little fierce, “You better not cry.”

Zhou Zhou: …