Love Notebook of a Reclusive Beautiful Boy - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Jiang Sheng was stunned for a moment. Looking at his appearance of just waiting, he suddenly understood.

Du Yu wanted to use his kiss to exchange for Jiang Sheng’s kiss.

Just like how Jiang Sheng had taught him before: if you want something, you must bring something to exchange for it.

He really couldn’t understand how his train of thought could be so miraculous/bizarre, leaving Jiang Sheng not knowing what to do, simply wanting to laugh.

Laughing at how cute he was, making it so one couldn’t even bring oneself to be angry.

Jiang Sheng let out a laugh, “Who said I wanted to exchange with you?”

It was rare that he could even crack a joke with Du Yu.

“Want to exchange, want to exchange.”

Du Yu struggled, not caring that Jiang Sheng’s hand was still pressing on him, firmly insisting on leaning his face over.

How could his strength compare to Jiang Sheng’s? Jiang Sheng applied some force, and he was pressed so he couldn’t move, just one head that could move a little, trying to break free from Jiang Sheng’s strength, stretching his neck, definitely wanting to kiss Jiang Sheng’s face.

Jiang Sheng saw him like this and wanted to laugh, feeling he was truly simple and cute.

Jiang Sheng pressed on Du Yu’s shoulders; he didn’t know to just pull his hand down, or was it that Du Yu’s whole brain only had him in it, and couldn’t think of anywhere else?

Thinking and thinking, his hand pressing on Du Yu’s [shoulder] unconsciously wanted to loosen a bit.

Then he loosened his hand.

Du Yu’s face immediately leaned over. In an instant, Jiang Sheng turned his face.

This kiss fell upon his lips.

Jiang Sheng’s body intentionally stood up a little bit, his body blocking Du Yu completely. Looking from the rearview mirror, one could only see that these two people seemed to be talking, and were leaning very close.

Talking to Du Yu was already time-consuming and laborious, so no one thought too much of it.

Du Yu’s gaze was slightly dazed; he just discovered that it turned out this place was softer than the earlobe.

Therefore, driven by instinct, he probed out the tip of his tongue, lightly licked once, wanting to know what this place tasted like.

So sweet, sweeter than cake.

He really liked it so much.

Jiang Sheng was like being struck by a numbing electric current all over his body; he was stunned.

Du Yu’s tongue tip was so soft, like a little snake that had just broken out of its shell, both tender and slippery.

This feeling, again made him think of the night Fang Ma sent noodles.

That was the beginning of everything; if it weren’t for that time, Du Yu licked him once, he wouldn’t have known that he had long ago given birth to different thoughts toward Du Yu.

From then on, he could hardly remain clear-headed.

Jiang Sheng regretted it; he really shouldn’t have indulged Du Yu like this.

He was at ease, happy.

But Jiang Sheng was already not satisfied with such a simple, dragonfly-touching-water [fleeting] kiss.

He wanted to deepen this kiss, wanted to pry open Du Yu’s teeth, roll up Du Yu’s tongue.

However, he still endured it.

Desire was forced to be suppressed by that long-term plan.

He didn’t want to have not yet started, and already ended.

Jiang Sheng lifted his head, watching Du Yu staring at him without blinking, his lip color enchanting.

He reached out to wipe Du Yu’s lips, just because he saw his lips were wet, purely wanting to wipe it for him.

Who knew, as his fingertip slid across his lips, Du Yu was like an addict, and probed out his tongue tip to lick his fingertip again.

Actually, it was because he had just licked Jiang Sheng’s earlobe, and licked his lips; both brought very good feelings.

Du Yu liked it a lot, so he was still thinking of searching and searching, to see if he could find other places as sweet as the lips.

In the future, if he couldn’t eat cake, eating Jiang Sheng’s lips would be the same.

In his heart, he simply thought this way.

The fingertip was suddenly licked; Jiang Sheng retracted his hand, saw it was wet on the fingertip, and laughed helplessly, “A-Yu, are you a cat?”

“Cat…” Du Yu shook his head gently, honestly telling Jiang Sheng, “A-Yu is not a cat, A-Yu is A-Yu.”

Jiang Sheng stretched out his finger for him to see, “Then why do you always have to lick me?”

Du Yu obediently said, “A-Sheng is sweet.”

Jiang Sheng let out a laugh, “Where is it sweet?”

Du Yu lightly pointed at his lips, “Here.”

“Anywhere else?” Jiang Sheng asked.

Du Yu pointed at the earlobe again, smiling foolishly, “Here is also sweet.”

Jiang Sheng stretched out his finger to indicate to Du Yu, “Then here?”

Du Yu shook his head, “Not sweet, it’s salty.”

Jiang Sheng found it funny; according to Du Yu’s logic, did he have to lick every inch of his body? It was truly funny.

Even if he really wanted to lick, Jiang Sheng feared he wouldn’t be able to endure it.

He reached out and lightly pinched Du Yu’s face, eyebrows filled with smiles, knowing he was afraid of pain, so he pinched with almost no force, his tone filled with doting, “Do you know that only cats will lick people?”

Du Yu’s face was pinched out of shape, clear gaze looking at Jiang Sheng, “Cats lick people…”

“Mm.”

Du Yu pondered for a moment, let out a laugh, and admitted, “A-Yu is a cat.”

He smiled innocently, smiled foolishly, as if he had figured it out, and recited it again, “A-Yu is a cat…”

As he recited it himself, he felt these words were funny; his sense of humor was also unexpectedly strange, laughing with a very light sound, but he couldn’t stop, directly leaning in Jiang Sheng’s embrace, chuckling.

In the front, Fu Shan and Old Ma both heard it. It was rare to see Du Yu laughing so happily, so they couldn’t help but laugh as well, turned their heads and said to Jiang Sheng, “What are Mr. Jiang and A-Yu talking about? Look at A-Yu laughing so happily.”

Old Ma was driving, and also added, “Really, haven’t seen A-Yu laugh for many years.”

Jiang Sheng also didn’t know why Du Yu suddenly laughed so happily, but he guessed it was probably because of himself.

Jiang Sheng sat down, looking at Du Yu with curved eyebrows and smiling eyes resting in his embrace; his mood also brightened, and he was more willing to talk.

“Just told him a joke, and it made him laugh.”

Fu Shan was gratified, “A-Yu has really grown up. In the past, no matter how much people said to him, he might not have responded. Now he can even listen to Mr. Jiang tell jokes…”

Speaking to the end, inside his heart he was also streaming with old tears, but on the surface, he was still smiling, “Mr. Du told me last time that A-Yu was getting better. I didn’t quite believe it, but looking at it now, there is truly hope.”

Old Ma also changed the topic, looking at Jiang Sheng in the rearview mirror, “Last time I also heard Sister Fang say that A-Yu and Mr. Jiang are fated. Before, they hired so many teachers and doctors, none could talk to A-Yu, only Mr. Jiang is the one.”

Jiang Sheng’s tone was low, “I know, I will make A-Yu’s illness get better.”

Fu Shan had followed Du Yu for many years, knowing that Du Yu’s illness was a psychological illness that needed people to counsel; Mr. Du couldn’t do it, let alone them, these old servants.

But now a Jiang Sheng had appeared, and everyone in the Du family could see how Du Yu treated him.

It could be said that the entire Du family, those who knew about the condition, pinned their hopes on Jiang Sheng.

For the sake of Du Yu, the entire Du family was racking their brains.

With Jiang Sheng’s words, knowing he treated Du Yu sincerely, Fu Shan was truly relieved.

Fu Shan felt hot tears in his heart, “Good, good, Mr. Jiang, with your words, I, Fu Shan, can even die later and have something to report to the eldest young master.”

Old Ma looked at him and said, “What kind of talk is this? People live one day and hope for one day, where is there any hoping for death? Even the eldest young master is seeing clearly in heaven; there is no need to wait for you to report.”

Fu Shan was pointed out by Old Ma, and he also knew he made his words too heavy and made the atmosphere heavy, so he hurried to say, “Mr. Jiang, I am really sorry. You see me, please don’t mind these words of mine; I am old, and my person is also muddled.”

Jiang Sheng said faintly, “It’s okay, no need to mind, I understand your meaning.”

Fu Shan said, “Aye, that’s good.”

Du Yu had finished laughing, and was quite relaxed, resting on Jiang Sheng’s shoulder.

Jiang Sheng looked down at him, “Cat, finished laughing?”

It was a teasing remark, playing with Du Yu, but now it was different from before; Du Yu could understand some, and nodded with a smile.

Jiang Sheng smiled, looking at his simple appearance, teasing him, “Do you really know what a cat is like?”

Du Yu nodded.

How could he have never seen a cat? When he was small, the Du family used to raise two white cats.

He liked them very much, but later he didn’t know why they disappeared.

Jiang Sheng asked him in a good mood, “What kind?”

Du Yu thought about it, imitating the way the cat was at home, his head rubbed against Jiang Sheng’s arm, and he said in a soft, gentle voice, “Meow-oo~”

That one “Meow-oo” was truly enough to melt a person.

Jiang Sheng smiled and nodded, “Mm, imitated well, however, the cat I want to tell you about today is different.”

Du Yu’s innocent eyes looked at him, waiting for him to tell him what kind of cat it was.

Perhaps because being in love truly makes people childish, or perhaps for the person one likes, doing anything feels like it doesn’t matter.

Jiang Sheng rarely played the fool once; his expression was slightly ferocious, his right hand with five fingers curled, making a “grabbing people” shape, and shouted, “The little cat is going to bite people.”

He was playing with Du Yu, seeing Du Yu laughing so happily just now, Jiang Sheng felt doing anything was fine, even though these things, in the past, even if beaten to death, he would not have done.

It was really inconsistent with his personality; these childish tricks, once he entered elementary school, he had never played them again.

Du Yu was teased by him into diving into his embrace, laughing and shouting, “Not allowed to bite, not allowed to bite.”

He wrapped his arms around Jiang Sheng’s waist, kept trying to hide in his embrace.

Jiang Sheng was originally just playing with him, seeing him having fun, smiled, wanted to hug him, but scanned Old Ma and Fu Shan in the front, and chose to pat his shoulder instead, “Not biting you, A-Yu.”

Fu Shan smiled at the rearview mirror, “A-Yu and Mr. Jiang are truly fated. It’s rare to see this child play so much.”

The key was that Jiang Sheng was even willing to play with him; nowadays, what adult still plays these childish tricks? Jiang Sheng is willing to dress up like this, showing that he truly treats Du Yu well.

“A-Sheng is also a cat.”

Du Yu’s head passed through his arm, wrapping around his waist, face hiding behind him, chuckling straight away.

It was rare that he was so happy, so Jiang Sheng didn’t forcefully pull him up, letting him entertain himself.

Du Yu hid behind him, suddenly lifted his head, imitating Jiang Sheng’s appearance, expression intentionally feigning ferocity, but because his eyes were laughing, no matter how he feigned, he couldn’t put on a ferocious look, looking only cute and lively. His voice was also extremely good to listen to, bringing a laugh and shouting, “The cat is going to bite people…”

He imitated it poorly; his voice, expression, and even the action of grabbing people were unknown how to pretend, just simply stretching out his hand to grab Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng looked at him like this and felt he was fun and funny, letting him grab and pull at himself like this.

Du Yu was in a playing mood, it was rare to play for a while, no need to care about details.

He grabbed with a small amplitude, like scratching an itch, perhaps hoping Jiang Sheng and himself could play like before, grabbing a few times and stopping to look at Jiang Sheng.

Seeing him have no reaction, just smiling slightly, so he grabbed him a few more times in a row, and stopped to look at Jiang Sheng again, repeating the cycle many times.

Finally, he played enough, stopped grabbing him, corners of his mouth hanging with a smile, face lifted, and shouted once, “The cat is biting people.”

Then very quickly, he bit Jiang Sheng’s earlobe.

Du Yu played seriously and really bit, but didn’t use much force.

Face tilted, looking at Jiang Sheng, biting his earlobe, lips and teeth unclear as he lightly smiled and shouted, “A-Yu bit, A-Yu is a cat.”

He really had no other meaning now, just wanting to play with Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng didn’t expect him to be so brazen, with no scruples, but then thought, he himself didn’t need to have scruples.

Actually, there was nothing to it, just Du Yu playing with him, but Jiang Sheng knew clearly what the relationship between the two was. He thought too much, and hurriedly lifted his eyes to look at Old Ma and Fu Shan.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw Fu Shan was laughing, a look of completely not thinking much about it, and even persuading Jiang Sheng, “Mr. Jiang, you must not calculate/mind with A-Yu, he just likes you too much and is playing with you.”

Old Ma also added, “Yes, Mr. Jiang, A-Yu is just playing with you.”

Jiang Sheng smiled slightly, “I know.”

After he finished speaking, he tilted his face to look at Du Yu, smiling helplessly, “Little cat, have you played enough?”

“No.”

Du Yu was biting his earlobe, rather than saying biting, it was better to say touching; the upper and lower rows of teeth were just lightly pressing on it, the rest of the actions were not even half.

Jiang Sheng looked and felt that if he didn’t move, he wouldn’t have a reaction in this state, smiled, and didn’t know how long this state of his would persist, finally deciding to play along with him.

He stretched out his hand, directly scratching Du Yu’s “ticklish points.”

He didn’t know Du Yu’s body too well, but some places were still clear.

For example, the base of his ears, his neck, and his armpits.

They were all channels for being ticklish.

Du Yu was touched on his ticklish points, and his whole body shook with laughter, giggling uncontrollably, the sound of laughter coming in a stream and not stopping.

Jiang Sheng used his right hand to scratch his neck, and his other hand wandered to other parts of his body, anyway, just scratching him.

Du Yu laughed until his eyes squinted, trying to dodge to the side.

Jiang Sheng refused to let him go, nimbly provoking his ticklish points; the laughter in the car never stopped.

Fu Shan looked at these two playing from the rearview mirror, smiled and whispered to Old Ma on the side, “Look at Mr. Jiang, usually he looks so stable, who knew he had this side too.”

Old Ma also took a look and replied, “Isn’t it all for A-Yu? I see Mr. Jiang treats our A-Yu truly well.”

The two of them smiled in agreement, and no one spoke up to interrupt the laughter filling the car; after all, these precious good times were too rare.

Du Yu was so ticklish he couldn’t stand it, his whole person already laughing until he was half-lying on Jiang Sheng’s body, head resting on his thighs, twisting constantly.

Jiang Sheng played with him for a while, felt it was about enough, and asked with a smile, “Are you still playing?”

Du Yu covered his neck and hurriedly said, “A-Yu is not playing, not playing.”

Jiang Sheng was afraid he couldn’t stand it, so he withdrew his hand, lightly pinched his face, “Let’s see if you dare to tease/play again next time. Hurry and get up.”

Du Yu actually still wanted to play with Jiang Sheng, but under the pressure of Jiang Sheng’s hand, he shouted that he wouldn’t play.

Now he was resting on Jiang Sheng’s thigh, and what entered his eyes was Jiang Sheng’s fair neck, right before his eyes.

He saw Jiang Sheng had already withdrawn his hand and wasn’t looking at himself yet; Du Yu also wanted to tease Jiang Sheng, so taking advantage of him not paying attention, he stretched out his hand and scratched his neck.

He was too simple; he didn’t know that he was completely not Jiang Sheng’s opponent.

And Du Yu was not like Jiang Sheng; Jiang Sheng was not afraid of being ticklish at all.

So this scratch had no effect at all, and instead provoked Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng lowered his head and laughed, “You still want to play?”

His eyebrows slightly lifted, rarely revealing an appearance of not being a good-natured person.

Du Yu hurriedly shook his head in submission, “A-Yu is not playing.”

He feared Jiang Sheng would continue scratching himself; he couldn’t stand being scratched just now and couldn’t continue.

His hand gripped the back of the seat, appearing as if he was going to get up.

Jiang Sheng saw him like this, having provoked himself without success and wanted to run?

How could Jiang Sheng let him have his wish.

Jiang Sheng suddenly pulled him down, his other hand quickly passed from behind his head, pulling and hugging him, hiding in the corner. The long seat back in the front blocked the bodies of the two people.

Jiang Sheng lowered his head to look at Du Yu, “Didn’t I tell you not to play?”

Du Yu was afraid he would tickle him, diving directly into his embrace, “A-Yu is not playing.”

Jiang Sheng laughed, “Too late. Did A-Yu lie to me just now?”

So, as if giving him a lesson, he symbolically tickled his neck. His legs kept twisting under Jiang Sheng, laughing all the time, reciting, “A-Yu was wrong, A-Yu was wrong.”

Jiang Sheng heard him laughing and shouting all the time, scratched a few times, and withdrew his hand.

“Who told you not to listen? Next time you lie again, I’ll scratch you again.”

Du Yu hadn’t recovered his breath from laughing, his voice full of laughter, “A-Yu will never lie again.”

Jiang Sheng saw him laughing happily, his eyes curved, and in his heart, it was like a cluster of flowers was opening.

For no reason, he wanted to kiss him.

And then, he just did it like that.

He lowered his head, and the right hand that Du Yu was resting on was lightly lifted to raise Du Yu’s head.

Then he lowered his head and kissed down.

Opening his eyes, he saw Du Yu looking at him with joy in his eyes, remembering Du Yu said before that his lips were sweet, and felt it was funny, so he asked him, “Sweet or not?”

Du Yu shook his head in a daze, honestly telling Jiang Sheng, “A-Yu hasn’t eaten it yet.”

Right, Jiang Sheng had just kissed very quickly; Du Yu hadn’t had the time to lick him yet.

Hearing this, Jiang Sheng smiled and lowered his head to kiss him again.

This time, the time spent was a bit long; Du Yu probed out the tip of his tongue and licked it.

The tongue tip brushed across the seam of Jiang Sheng’s lips; Jiang Sheng lifted his head, saw his tongue had just retracted, let out a laugh and asked, “Sweet or not?”

Du Yu’s eyes were smiling, and he said softly, “Sweet.”