Every Meal - Chapter 24: Something Bad

Translator: Deyonna

With such an invitation, even if it cost Tu Liang his life, Tu Liang would willingly give it.

Moreover, for him, the little peacock in front of him is not poison, but honey wrapped in sweet juice. Just a taste would make one want to ascend to heaven.

Tu Liang had a good internal struggle for a while, but in reality, only a few breaths passed before he abruptly leaned down and buried himself in Kong Qiao's embrace.

His thick and strong body was attached to another's body, skin against skin.

Kong Qiao had secretly clenched his teeth, ready to endure the upcoming meteor shower, but the next second, he felt his body suspended in the air as the man picked him up.

"Ya ah!"

He let out a cry of surprise, and before he could say anything, his body, slick from their activities before, slid down the man's palm and was about to fall to the ground.

Kong Qiao quickly and subconsciously hooked onto the only lifeline in front of him, using both hands and feet to hang onto Tu Liang.

The force of gravity continued to pull him down, and Kong Qiao, being completely slippery, could only cling to the trunk in front of him like a koala.

A moment ago, he was looking forward to the overwhelming happiness, but now he was just afraid that the man would accidentally drop him to the ground.

Kong Qiao's eyes swept upward, heart fuming. The little guy in his mind holding a flying knife had already stabbed the man in front of him, who was hot and cold, close and distant, countless times.

Hateful!

Are we going to do it or not!?

If not, just forget it!

Doesn't he care about his dignity!?

Of course, Tu Liang didn't want to drop the treasure in his arms.

He didn't expect Kong Qiao's skin to be so slippery. When he failed to hold him, he quickly wiped his hand on the crumpled fabric at the edge of the sofa and then exerted force with his arm again. And his two palms firmly supported the little butt of the person in his arms.

"Be good, Qiao Qiao, let's... go get a condom first."

Tu Liang kicked off his pants that had already fallen to his ankles, bare-legged, carrying the person towards the bathroom.

His cock was still hard, veins bulging on his forehead, but the voice that came from his mouth was soft. "Once it's on... we'll take it slow."

Now Kong Qiao knew what the man was getting up to do, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even though he, as the receiver, had already said it wasn't necessary, the man still insisted on it.

Really…

He doesn't know whether to praise or scold the man.

At this moment, Kong Qiao's body was suspended in the air, basically leaning most of his weight on Tu Liang, and most of the fear in his heart had dissipated.

The reason was simple: the chest in front of him was so strong and powerful. Just leaning against it, he felt a full sense of security, let alone the fact that there were two strong arms on either side of his body, and his butt was firmly supported in the man's palms. Even if he wanted to jump down, he couldn't escape the man's embrace.

Now, with his legs spread open around Tu Liang's waist and his hands wrapped around the man's sweaty neck, he gradually experienced another kind of pleasure. However, upon hearing Tu Liang's words and being forced to be carried to the bathroom, Kong Qiao couldn't help but retort.

"Do you really think that wearing it will prevent you from hurting me?"

As Kong Qiao spoke, he thought to himself, doesn't this man have any idea about his own size?

Does he think that his big thing is a fairy wand or something?

Can it become bigger, smaller, or more beautiful?

"I... I'll try my best."

The person in front of him had sharp ears and actually heard his quiet grumbling, and even seriously promised.

Kong Qiao couldn't help but roll his eyes in a very un-fairy-like manner.

He had already seen and touched it earlier, and had a clear concept of the size of this man's weapon.

It could be said that he had been screaming like a chicken inside for as long as he had been secretly amazed.

Even though he hadn't had a real battle experience yet, it didn't stop Kong Qiao from comparing it to the adult films he'd seen and imagining the possible pain and pleasure he might endure later.

He even began to have doubts when he impulsively bought that box of condoms at home... Can men really wear them?

But then again.

How did this man know he had condoms in his bathroom?

After a series of wild thoughts, Kong Qiao suddenly had an epiphany[1] and remembered the previous conversation he had with Xiao Weiqu.

[1]The mind becomes smarter in the approach of happiness

Could it be... could it be that this butcher really did something in his bathroom that day?!

Thinking about the man's actions today and recalling the inexplicably wet underwear in the bathroom before, Kong Qiao suddenly felt that things seemed to make sense.

He realized that his secret desire was actually a mutual desire between two people.

The uneasiness and shyness that had been wrapped around Kong Qiao's heart were suddenly punctured by a tremendous sense of satisfaction.

It turns out.

He is so attractive.

Thinking that the butcher in front of him might have been secretly attracted to him for a long time, Kong Qiao felt inexplicably delighted.

He gradually opened his mouth and laughed without any restraint.

"Hey."

Kong Qiao, hugging the man's neck and squeezing his legs around Tu Liang's waist, asked him as if interrogating.

"Did you do something bad in my bathroom?"

This playful question was filled with a hint of quiet anticipation. It wasn't very loud, but it scared the man who was carrying him forward into a stumble.

Kong Qiao watched as the strong and resolute face in front of him turned from bronze to a deep red. The tall and strong man couldn't look him in the eye, stuttering and opening his mouth several times, before finally uttering a word.

"…No."

After saying that in a muffled voice, he turned his head to the side.

One can say that the person who denies that the three thousand taels of silver are not buried here[2] has more confidence than him.

[2] To reveal what one intends to hide. It's like denying the obvious thing, making it more conspicuous.

Kong Qiao was amused by this reaction.

He figured it out.

This person probably had bad intentions for a long time, but his courage didn't grow along with his muscles, so he could only do bad things sneakily.

Once discovered, he became a wooden club.[3]

[3]Wooden club (used to beat clothes in washing). My grandmother used this kind of wooden club before. She whacks the clothes with it to get the bubbles out of the fabrics.

He had to be poked and prodded by him before he moved.

"Hey, Tu Liang."

Kong Qiao called the butcher's name again.

He rolled these two words in his mouth for a while before saying them out loud, thinking that this name was quite fitting for the butcher, with a rough and simple air, and a bit of a silly charm.

Seeing Tu Liang's eyes looking over, Kong Qiao mischievously bit his lip halfway, and with his waist and legs together, he squeezed towards the man's crotch again.

"Really didn't do anything bad?"

He hung on the man's body, his naked chest rubbing against the man's pectoral muscles, and his little buttocks slightly raised, leaning towards that hard and erect big guy.

"Don't you want to tell me…"

The perky cherry touched the hard stone, and the soft, moist petals quietly pressed against the pillar.

Kong Qiao moved his lips to Tu Liang's ear and gently blew into it.

"How exactly did you get my yellow underwear wet?"

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