Chapter 874: The Lost Photograph....
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio | Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Meng Yu’s gaze had just shifted when he caught sight of Li Zhe pulling out that thing.
Upon seeing that familiar photograph, Li Zhe was momentarily stunned, turning to Meng Yu with a perplexed expression. “How is this photo here in your possession?” he inquired.
Feeling slightly guilty, Meng Yu turned his head and whispered, “It just happened to end up with me.”
Li Zhe rose, walked to Meng Yu’s side, and pinched his chin. With narrowed eyes, he captured Meng Yu’s gaze and asked, “Did you take my treasure while I was injured?”
Nieng Yu looked at the photo in Li Zhe’s hand, featuring him at the age of sixteen.
Hearing Li Zhe refer to the photo as a treasure, Meng Yu couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as he said, “What do you mean, your treasure? I took it, rightfully so!’
Li Zhe pulled Meng Yu close, tightly holding him on his lap, and chuckled, “Even though the person in the photo is you, I’m the one who took it. Why can’t it be considered my treasure?”
Annoyed, Meng Yu pushed away Li Zhe’s wandering hands and retorted,
“Then you’re infringing on my portrait rights.”
Li Zhe tightly embraced Meng Yu, speaking matter-of-factly, “l haven’t used the photo for commercial purposes, just satisfying my own fantasies. It doesn’t count as infringing on your portrait rights.”
“You’re distorting the facts!” Meng Yu lightly glared at Li Zhe, his eyes devoid of anger and instead carrying a faint hint of coyness, leaving Li Zhe uncontrollably aroused.
Li Zhe moved his hand down Meng Yu’s body, causing him to gasp. With a mischievous smile, Li Zhe said, “Ah Yu, do you know what I do with your photo when it’s late at night?”
Meng Yu’s eyes widened slightly, his face flushing as he tightly gripped Li
Zhe’s hand, “You’re talking nonsense! Stop it!’
Li Zhe gently fondled the slowly hardening object in his hand, teasingly asking, “What are you thinking? Why did your face suddenly turn so red? Are you thinking about something inappropriate for children?”
Meng Yu, blushing from Li Zhe’s mockery, grabbed Li Zhe’s hand that had reached his chest and bashfully countered, “Is it me who’s thinking? Clearly, you’ve done something unspeakable.”
Li Zhe lightly pinched Meng Yu t s nipple and laughed, saying, “Where did your thoughts wander? I was just holding your photo, missing you. Where did the unspeakable things come from?”
With Li Zhe’s clarification, Meng Yu’s face turned even redder due to his misunderstanding.
“You deliberately misled me.” Meng Yu pinched Li Zhe in irritation and even twisted a few times with force.
Li Zhe made a soft sound and immediately begged, “Okay Ah Yu, your hubby is in pain. Don’t pinch me.”
Meng Yu softened a bit and released his grip, but the next moment found himself pinned down by Li Zhe, his clothes removed.
Having been together for a long time, Li Zhe’s skill in undressing Meng Yu was almost flawless.
“Ah Yu, I did use your photo to satisfy my desires. It was just an expression of deep affection. Don’t be mad!” Li Zhe shamelessly confessed.
“You just lied to me!” Meng Yu questioned, both embarrassed and angry. “It’s not exactly a lie, In my opinion, missing you and having desires for you are not unspeakable things. If you want to hear, I can tell you every day—I miss you, and I want you!” Li Zhe said with a grin.
Meng Yu was left speechless by Li Zhe’s forceful words and could only mutter, “Deceptive words, shameless!”
Li Zhe leaned down and gently nibbled on Meng Yu’s now timidly erect nipple, skillfully attacking Meng Yu’s sensitive spots, making him breathless and aroused.
Meng Yu tightly embraced Li Zhe’s head, his slender fingers with visible veins weaving through Li Zhe’s smooth black hair. Finally, he grasped it firmly, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back in ecstasy.
Golden particles danced in the streaming sunlight, creating a romantic and intimate atmosphere as they hung in the air above the entwined bodies, accompanied by soft, lingering moans.
“Ah Yu, from the moment I saw you at nineteen, I wanted to do this to you. Fate has truly favored me.” Li Zhe, thrusting against his lover beneath him, shared his past desires for Meng Yu.
Nieng Yu, filled with sweetness, shyly covered Li Zhe’s mouth in response to his affectionate words, saying, “Stop talking! Ah…”
Since Meng Yu didn’t want him to speak, Li Zhe could only use his body to prove his love for him..