When Zhu Zhengqing woke up again, it was already the next morning.
He was lying in Meng Zezhi's arms. Although his waist was sour and his legs were aching , his heart was very happy.
He reached out and touched Meng Zezhi's arm. Recalling the passionate affair from last night, he couldn't help but curl his lips in satisfaction. His American classmate didn't deceive him after all.
"Awake?" Meng Zezhi grabbed his wandering hand and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
He had done his homework on this matter as well.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing's ears turned red. Curling his toes, he whispered, "N-no, I'm fine."
Meng Zezhi thought the other was just being shy. With joy in his heart, he carefully got up, lifted the person on top of him, gently placed him on the bed, then kissed his bright eyes and eyebrows, saying, "Rest a little longer, I'll go make breakfast."
"Mmm."
Zhu Zhengqing watched Meng Zezhi get up and dress. His gaze fell on the scratch marks on his back, and his heart raced wildly.
When the figure disappeared completely at the doorway, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but hug the blanket and roll around on the bed twice. Finally, as if remembering something, he reached out for the phone on the bedside table and retreated under the covers.
When Meng Zezhi returned, Zhu Zhengqing was already washing up.
Seeing the somewhat messy bed, he walked over and lifted the blanket, revealing a phone that had fallen.
Meng Zezhi picked up the phone and was about to place it on the bedside table when suddenly the screen lit up. He glanced casually and saw a new message displayed at the top of the screen: "Alright, I've found all the little videos of Professor Meng for you. Remember, you promised to treat me to dinner when I return to the country. Don't forget."
Meng Zezhi: "..."
He dropped the blanket in his other hand, glanced at the bathroom, and decisively tapped into it.
The contact name was written as "Tan Zheng."
Tan Zheng: You want the little videos of Professor Meng???
Zhu Zhengqing: ...Yeah.
Tan Zheng: Are you... really you?
Zhu Zhengqing: Yes.
Tan Zheng: WTF, WTF, WTF!
Tan Zheng: Wow, wow, wow! The sun rises from the west!
Tan Zheng: Do you like Professor Meng?
Tan Zheng: Or do you just want to watch some GV?
...
Tan Zheng: Kid, you've grown up, "Old father's Smile"!
Zhu Zhengqing: When will you "smile" back the thirty million you owe me?
Tan Zheng: Okay, Dad, I'll go find it for you right away.
Tan Zheng: "Video"
Tan Zheng: Here's one for you first. Professor John called me.
Looking at the time, these were the chat records from last week. That was when the news of his chaotic private life had just been released, and yes, there were those eighteen little videos. However, they were all deleted clean by someone from above on that same day.
Meng Zezhi raised an eyebrow slightly and opened the video to watch.
In the video, he was pressing down on a young man, moving while urging him to call him 'Daddy.'
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Cannon Fodder Is King [Quick Transmigration]
ФэнтезиAuthor: Jia Zi Hai 甲子亥 All Meng Zezhi has to do is to live wantonly in these weird worlds. Note: Chapter 1-6 are available on Foxaholic