Chapter 79 “It’s Really Burning Up.”

Chapter 79 "He's really burning up."

The funeral concluded smoothly. After a day of relentless activity, they returned home in the evening.

Having adopted a kitten, Lin Yunshu had developed the habit of leaving a small light on when he went out. A warm glow now spilled from the living room corner, softly illuminating the floor.

Lin Yunshu entered first, wearily changing his shoes. Zhou Yu followed close behind, closing the door.

Yu Shu, hearing the commotion, pattered out to greet them. Spotting Zhou Yu, he abruptly skidded to a halt, eyeing the tall man with suspicion, even arching his back and hissing.

Zhou Yu, startled, scooped up the kitten. "What's wrong with you? Been gone a few days and you don't recognize me? I'm your dad."

The kitten struggled briefly but settled down after catching a familiar scent. It tentatively nudged closer to sniff Zhou Yu's chin, then retracted its claws and gently kneaded him.

"That's my good boy," Zhou Yu said, pleased. "Our Yu Shu is the smartest kitten."

"Hah."

A soft chuckle drifted from the sofa.

Lin Yunshu, not sitting, turned to face him, hands on his hips. "You disappear for so many days, and even the cat doesn't recognize you. Are you proud of that?"

When Zhou Yu was absent, he worried. But now that the man was actually back, Lin Yunshu was seething.

This anger had simmered within him all day.

Throughout the day, he had feigned composure, staying by Zhou Yu's side, helping him conduct the funeral, receive guests, and manage media interviews.

By the end, he was almost incandescent with rage, feeling as if his lungs would burst.

He wiped his forehead, took a deep breath, and told himself to calm down, but his ragged breathing betrayed his utter lack of composure.

"Where the hell did you go?!" he demanded, his voice rising. "What exactly happened?"

Zhou Yu didn't answer immediately.

Usually impetuous, he was now remarkably calm. He bent to release Yu Shu, then slowly approached Lin Yunshu.

As he walked, he shed his jacket. The contours of his face were sharply defined and cold in the dim light, lending him an icy demeanor.

That face reminded Lin Yunshu of his first impression of Zhou Yu—unapproachable, yet captivating.

"Do you want to talk first or make love first?" Zhou Yu asked him.

The casual question sent a jolt through Lin Yunshu's body.

"...You!"

His chest heaved, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

After a moment of tense silence, Lin Yunshu stepped forward, seized Zhou Yu's collar, and bit down hard on his lip.

His teeth broke the skin, and he tasted the coppery tang of blood in Zhou Yu's mouth, while his own rapid breaths fanned against Zhou Yu's right cheek.

Zhou Yu gazed at him softly in the dim light, then suddenly, as if seized by a frenzy, swept him into his arms.

Lin Yunshu tumbled awkwardly into Zhou Yu's embrace, his knees clamping tightly around Zhou Yu's waist to keep from falling.

Zhou Yu moved swiftly, his face swaying in Lin Yunshu's vision. Suddenly, a glint of light caught the corner of his mouth, and Lin Yunshu saw the wound he had inflicted was still oozing blood.

His gaze darkened, his fingers digging deep into Zhou Yu's shoulders. He leaned in and bit the wound even harder.

(The explicit parts have been removed. Below is the conversation between the two lying in bed afterward, no kissing, moderator please check carefully before locking!)

There was no moon tonight.

A corner of the curtain remained open, revealing dense, dark clouds. Lin Yunshu couldn't gauge how long it had lasted by the moon's position.

The air in the bedroom was incredibly thin. He gasped with his mouth wide open, unable to draw in fresh air. His lungs felt deflated, and his throat burned with pain.

"Breathe."

Zhou Yu held him and sat up, massaging his back with his palm. "Breathe, baby, slowly... yes, just like that..."

(Here, it's just because the *shou* has poor cardiopulmonary function, and the *gong* is helping him catch his breath! Nothing else happened!)

Lin Yunshu blinked hard, unsure if it was sweat or tears stinging his eyes, blurring his vision.

(A segment of intimate interaction has been removed. They stop for a calm conversation, and the *shou* tells the *gong* to leave.)

Zhou Yu didn't respond but instead chuckled, pulling him closer.

(A segment where the *gong* intentionally presses the *shou*'s stomach has been removed.)

"Yun Shu," he whispered, his breath warm against Lin Yunshu's ear as he grasped his wrist, "I'm certain now that you truly love me."

Lin Yunshu closed his eyes, exhausted, and chuckled. "Don't be so narcissistic."

"It's not narcissism," Zhou Yu murmured, kissing his earlobe affectionately. "I know exactly what state you're in."

"What state am I in?"

"The state of loving me to death."

Lin Yunshu simply laughed, saying nothing.

"Seriously," Zhou Yu said, wrapping his arms around him from behind, "I'm incredibly happy right now."

"Ouch," the shift in position made Lin Yunshu frown, displeased. "Are you going to get out or not?"

"Just a little longer," Zhou Yu coaxed. "Just a little while. This is so tender."

Lin Yunshu: "You're insane."

Zhou Yu laughed heartily, kissing the tip of his ear. "That sounds so good, baby. Say it again."

Lin Yunshu pursed his lips tightly.

"Before, I always thought you liked making love to me because my pheromones smelled good," Zhou Yu said, sounding slightly aggrieved. "But it's fine now. Now you've made me realize that without pheromones, you enjoy it even more. Isn't that a sign you love me to death?"

Too many points to *tucao*.

How could anyone be so narcissistic? Even when saying such things, he doesn't forget to praise his own pheromones.

"Shut up," Lin Yunshu said weakly.

"So, did you enjoy it?" Zhou Yu asked.

Lin Yunshu: "...Shut up."

"Why the eye-roll? Feeling that good? Then I'll keep working hard, let's—"

(Moderator, got a problem? This part is just talking, just shooting the breeze. Combined with the context, it's clear nothing happened, otherwise, he wouldn't say "again." I'm begging you!)

Lin Yunshu took a deep breath.

He desperately wanted to kick Zhou Yu, this jerk, to death, but his legs felt weak, his calves trembling uncontrollably.

He could only raise his hand, aim at Zhou Yu’s thick-haired head, and with all the old and new grudges combined, yank his hair with all his might:

"Shut up!!!"

"Ow—!!" Zhou Yu’s scream pierced the night sky.

"Yun Shu, Lin Yunshu!... Let go! Baby, let go... Aaaah, my hair!"

"How did I end up marrying such a feisty wife!"

***

Five minutes later, Zhou Yu obediently carried Lin Yunshu to the bathroom.

He finally understood who the real master of this household was.

Even though he was Lin Yunshu’s boss, even though he paid Lin Yunshu’s provident fund, social security, and health insurance, even though he bought all the canned food for the dumb cat at home that did nothing but eat, sleep, and poop—

He still couldn’t beat Lin Yunshu.

All because Lin Yunshu knew how to pull hair.

After knowing Lin Yunshu for so many years, Zhou Yu had no idea he had mastered this skill.

He dutifully served the master of the house, cleaning up the evidence he had left behind. Although these were his treasures, it wasn’t good for them to stay in the master of the house’s body for too long—it could easily cause a fever.

After washing up, he helped the master of the house blow-dry his hair, apply lotion, change into clean pajamas, and tuck him into a clean bed.

"I’ll go wash up too," Zhou Yu gave a smacking kiss on his forehead. "Wait for me, baby."

Lin Yunshu: "...Mm."

Only after receiving permission did Zhou Yu, with a mock "As you wish!", turn to head into the bathroom.

Lin Yunshu, annoyed by that guy for half the night, finally found peace and quiet in the bedroom. He seized the moment to catch some sleep.

After extreme exhaustion, relaxation brought on overwhelming drowsiness. Just a couple of days ago, he had needed sleeping pills, but now he fell asleep instantly as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Some time later, the covers behind him were gently lifted. Zhou Yu, carrying the heavy scent of water and pheromones, squeezed in, his warm chest nestled against Lin Yunshu’s back.

Lin Yunshu stirred and opened his eyes.

"Did I wake you?" Zhou Yu whispered.

"It’s fine," Lin Yunshu said.

Zhou Yu then clambered noisily over to the other side of Lin Yunshu and lay down facing him.

Lin Yunshu felt the bed shake with each movement, and Zhou Yu’s big face appeared right in front of him. Though still handsome, this maneuver was a bit too absurd.

"You..." Lin Yunshu was speechless. "You could’ve just told me, and I’d have turned over."

"Didn’t want you to move if you were uncomfortable," Zhou Yu said considerately.

Lin Yunshu: "...It’s not that bad."

"What’s not that bad?" Zhou Yu suddenly grew sensitive. "Are you criticizing me?"

Lin Yunshu: "???"

A wave of wordless despair rose in his heart.

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"Did you miss your husband?" Zhou Yu asked, full of anticipation.

Lin Yunshu looked dazed: "Miss what about you?"

"Half an hour apart, and you don’t miss your husband?"

Lin Yunshu: "..."

He finally couldn’t hold back a laugh: "You’re really insane."

Zhou Yu pulled him into his arms, and Lin Yunshu naturally found a comfortable position against Zhou Yu’s embrace.

"Want to hear about your husband’s harrowing experience these past few days?" Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

Lin Yunshu sighed: "Go on, go on."

For the next half hour, Zhou Yu vividly recounted a fantastical tale titled "The Amazing Perilous Adventures of the Zhou Family’s Eldest Son."

Given Zhou Yu’s penchant for cracking jokes and boasting about his alpha virility, its truthfulness and excitement were highly dubious.

Lin Yunshu listened drowsily and finally summarized: "So you got kidnapped?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

He gave Lin Yunshu a long, complicated look.

But the way Lin Yunshu looked up at him was utterly adorable, even when drowsy, so Zhou Yu decided to forgive him.

"Not ‘kidnapped,’ baby," he emphasized. "It was a fierce battle, an intense fight."

Lin Yunshu: "...Ah."

"But it’s all over now. Your husband is nimble and dashing, fought one against a hundred—no one was a match for me," Zhou Yu exaggerated. "And I spend so much on bodyguards every year. Dealing with rabble-rousers of this level is over in a flash."

Lin Yunshu nodded, his eyelids drooping: "Mm, okay, you’re amazing, you’re the best."

He habitually wrapped his arms around Zhou Yu’s waist, his hand brushing against Zhou Yu’s forearm, and noticed something felt off.

He abruptly opened his eyes and threw off the covers.

Caught off guard, Zhou Yu had no time to react, and his bare upper body was exposed to the air.

"Baby, you..." He made a show of covering his abs. "This isn’t appropriate."

But Lin Yunshu only saw his arm.

A fresh cut marred his firm upper arm, hastily covered with a piece of medical tape, with a faint dark red stain seeping through.

Lin Yunshu snapped awake, his head buzzing.

"How... how are you actually hurt?" he said, giving Zhou Yu a light punch on the shoulder. "Why didn't you say anything?!"

No wonder...

Lin Yunshu finally remembered—no wonder Zhou Yu hadn't taken off his shirt earlier during intimacy.

He had even lied and called it "for fun."

And Lin Yunshu had actually believed him!

Lin Yunshu was furious.

Seeing his breathing grow uneven again, Zhou Yu quickly pulled up the blanket, wrapped him in his arms, and gently rubbed his chest.

"Yeah, I got hurt," he said. "That's why I rushed back to see you. Otherwise, with such a small injury, it would've healed in a couple of days. How else was I supposed to make you worry about me?"

Lin Yunshu pursed his lips, his face expressionless but his eyes growing red.

"Why are your eyes turning red again?" Zhou Yu hurriedly soothed him. "Are you going to shed little pearls again?"

Lin Yunshu turned over abruptly, presenting an angry back to him.

Zhou Yu, both amused and exasperated, moved closer and patted Lin Yunshu's chest gently. "Alright, alright, don't cry. I'm sorry, "baby." I regret it—I shouldn't have made you worry. Now I'm the one who's worried."

He kissed Lin Yunshu's earlobe. Whether from anger or shame, Lin Yunshu's face felt burning hot.

"Don't cry, okay?" Zhou Yu held him, patiently comforting him.

Lin Yunshu didn’t respond at all.

By the time the redness had completely faded from Lin Yunshu’s ears, Zhou Yu propped himself up to steal a glance at his face.

Lin Yunshu’s eyes were lightly closed, his eyelashes still slightly damp.

Zhou Yu slowly wiped away the tears at the corner of Lin Yunshu’s eyes with his thumb, noticing that his face was still burning hot.

Zhou Yu’s chest tightened suddenly, and a bad feeling came over him.

"Yun Shu?"

Zhou Yu sat up, cradling Lin Yunshu’s face and pressing his forehead against his.

He's burning up.

"Oh no," Zhou Yu murmured.

The intimate atmosphere vanished in an instant.

"He's really burning up."

Zhou Yu hurried out of bed in a panic, searching for clothes.

Oh, what should he do? He’d actually gone and made the man of the house sick!