The ultimate blue sea

Chapter 79- ScientificTerrorism

Hu Bugui seemed like a grim-faced Justice Bao, always making people nervous, but he was actually a very gentle person. Even when it meant making himself uncomfortable, he would still be considerate of another's experience—especially in bed, his patience index was simply infuriating.

Without warning, Su Qing bit the side of Hu Bugui's neck. Hu Bugui groaned. In the dimness, Su Qing laughed softly and licked the toothmarks he had made, groping down along the side of Hu Bugui's waist. As he lit fires, he quietly asked, "Hey, are you up for it? What are you waiting for?"

Hu Bugui clenched his teeth and smacked him. "Bastard. What am I going to do if I hurt you?"

Su Qing took absolutely no notice, doing everything in his power to provoke him, expending all his efforts to burn up Hu Bugui's intellect. If it didn't come to tears, it wouldn't scratch the itch.

Hu Bugui was angered to the point that the roots of his teeth itched. At last, he fiercely pressed his two groping paws to the pillow and raised a hand to turn off the lights.

The next day, Su Qing once again got out of bed at a time that broke his personal record.

Only when Hu Bugui quietly got up to dress was he disturbed. Su Qing opened his eyes in slight bewilderment and stared blankly at the hem of Hu Bugui's shirt. Hu Bugui found that his cheeks were a little flushed and was concerned that he was running a fever, so he reached out to feel his forehead to check. Then he held his face, pressing his hand to the warm skin. "Are you feeling unwell today?"

Su Qing stared blankly for a long time, then sluggishly shook his head. In a slightly hoarse voice, he said, "I'm fine."

"Lie down a little longer," Hu Bugui said. After a moment, he added, "In the future, don't be so wild. You should...treasure yourself a little more."

Su Qing looked at him in stupefaction, reached out a hand from the under the covers, seized the pillow he had been lying on, covered his face, then sorrowfully cried, "Uncle Hu, Lord Hu..."

A trace of exasperation appeared on Hu Bugui's face. He pulled up the quilt that he had messed up by rolling here and there, then smacked him through the quilt. "There's nothing to do today. We'll just have a review meeting after noon. Go back to sleep. I'll bring some things up, you can get up and eat in a while."

Su Qing said: "Grandpa Hu."

Then he nimbly bounced out of bed and picked up the clothes Hu Bugui had folded for him at the head of the bed, dressing efficiently. "I'm not going back to sleep, I arranged to have special training with Qin Luo."

When he jumped out of bed, his movements paused. His posture was a little awkward. He frowned, pulled up the hem of his shirt, and took a glance. He found that last night in the dark, Hu Bugui had left some very clear fingerprints on his waist. Hu Bugui caught sight of them and immediately became nervous. "Come here and let me take a look—did I do that?"

Su Qing raised his arms and allowed him to carefully rub the bruised places with his fingertips. Leering, he said, "I sure didn't do it myself..."

At this point, his words stopped, and he shivered. Hu Bugui had lowered his head and gently licked the skin where he had left bruised fingerprints. There was nothing sexual about it. It was as if he was carefully touching a precious treasure. Su Qing, who had just been completely unashamed, suddenly felt ill at ease. He couldn't resist dodging backwards. Quietly, he said, "It doesn't hurt."

Then he slightly turned his head away, jumped into the bathroom, hastily cleaned up, said goodbye, and made himself scarce.

He didn't care whom he went to bed with, didn't care about the position. His face was thicker than a city wall. An awl wouldn't have drawn blood. Only he wasn't used to people being too good to him. He was used to being left to his own devices to grow up malnourished among the weeds. Suddenly receiving too much sunlight and too much love, he wasn't used to it.