Eight

Later, Chu Dong often met with Qin Ping and Ai Hua. Usually on weekends when Wu Yue would send him to the library, then Qin Ping would come to pick him up. The place they went to the most was Ai Hua's home, Ai Hua was neither married nor with a lover. She lives in a quiet area and has a large home. Qin Ping often brought Chu Dong here, baking small cakes for him, chatting with him, and watching the latest TV series together. Ai Hua didn't participate with them much but acquiesced in their behavior, sometimes sitting down and talking with them.

Lao Li was very efficient. In less than a month, he informed Wu Yue that he could take Chu Dong to Beijing, saying that the foreign medical equipment company had just sent someone for a meeting. He could take this opportunity to bring Chu Dong to meet with them, and have a physical examination by the way. As soon as Wu Yue heard about it, he immediately put aside the matters of the store and quickly packed up his things, flying off after buying a ticket.

It was night when the plane arrived in Beijing. Lao Li was waiting for them at the gate of the airport. He laughed and stepped forward, "Old Wu! You luck is really fucking good."

Wu Yue pushed Chu Dong out of the airport gate, he smiled when he heard his words, "What good thing happened?"

"Get in the car, I'll say it there, let's walk around and eat first."

Wu Yue hugged Chu Dong and put him in the car. Lao Li folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk. The two big men got in the car, and slowly drove through the endless traffic from the airport.

"That group of foreigners are very skilled, they've developed many good things. This time they've come here to talk." Lao Li clicked on his phone, he zoomed out the picture and showed it to Wu Yue, "Look, it's just right for our Little Dong'er. "

Wu Yue took the phone and observed the picture carefully, Lao Li said besides him: "Bionic calf and an authentic leg mold, look at this shape, isn't it cool? Don't talk about walking, running and jumping are all right. When wearing trousers, who can even tell?"

"Yes." Wu Yue nodded seriously, "It looks good."

"If you decide to put it on Little Dong'er now, that foreigner team will be visiting regularly. If you feel that it's grown too uncomfortable or worn out, you can send it back to them for free repairs."

"That's great!"

Lao Li glanced at the rearview mirror, he tilted his body slightly and lowered his voice, "But it won't be cheap."

Wu Yue also asked in a low voice, "How much?"

Lao Li stretched out his fingers to count, he held up four more fingers, indicating shy of ten thousand. Wu Yue was silent for a moment and nodded, "Alright."

The two men chatted again as usual, Chu Dong sat in the back seat observing them. After a while, he lowered his eyes and head, gently rubbed his fingers.

Instead of going to a restaurant to eat, they found a hot pot shop hidden in an alley. The shop was small and crowded, Lao Li looked for a corner table while Wu Yue took Chu Dong to sit by the wall, and sat next to him. He took the menu and asked him what he wanted to eat. Chu Dong ordered two for himself, and left the remaining for Wu Yue and Lao Li to order. After that, they chatted and talked about Chu Dong's possible prostheses.

After eating, Wu Yue and Chu Dong went back to the hotel to rest first, they then went to the hospital for an examination the next day, and then waited more for the meeting.

Wu Yue took the Chu Dong to the hotel room and settled Chu Dong after taking care of some things. After showering, he went to bed and turned on his mobile phone to show the child something.

"Dong'er, look." Wu Yue clicked on the picture sent to him by Lao Li, "Do you like this?"

Chu Dong had just finished taking a shower, he changed into long-sleeved pajamas and was sitting on the bed. He just glanced at the phone, and then raised his eyes to look at Wu Yue. Wu Yue was happy, he didn't pay much attention to his gaze, he even talked to himself about how advanced and useful this prosthesis would be.

A thin white hand gently placed itself on the phone screen, blocking the picture. Wu Yue paused, looking at Chu Dong in doubt.

Chu Dong looked at him quietly and smiled softly, "Dad, wouldn't this expensive?"

"It's not expensive. The prosthesis won't be that big, how could it be expensive?"

"It's fine to just use ordinary ones," Chu Dong said, "I don't like jumping around, it's fine as long as I can walk."

Wu Yue's hand was pressed. He became silent for a while, Chu Dong lowered his head, silent as well.

After a while, Wu Yue raised his hands and hugged Chu Dong into his arms, he gently rubbed his wrist and said warmly, "Money can be earned back. After all, whether we make money or not, we'll still need to spend it, right?"

Chu Dong gently held one of his fingers, saying in a low voice, "But Dad's business hasn't been doing well these days."

"It'll be better in the future." Wu Yue stroked his hair and slowly coaxed him, "Dad made some money from business before, we still have a lot of savings."

But all those savings had been taken to buy that house in the city center, which now belongs to Zhao Qian.

Chu Dong squeezed the man's finger, unable to help but rub the man's shoulder. He said softly, "Dad, I..."

Wu Yue held Chu Dong's waist, hugging him up. He looked at him seriously, "Dong'er, you're the most important thing."

Chu Dong was startled, he listened to Wu Yue solemnly continue, "You're my child and the one I love the most. From now on, you'll be the only one in my world. I want to give you the best. You can't stop Dad from loving you."

Chu Dong showed a rare dazed look, unlike a doll with big eyes held in Wu Yue's hands. Wu Yue smiled again, rubbing his small face lovingly, he took the person into his arms, "Hey, let's stop thinking so much, sleep."

The lights in the room went out, leaving only one bedside lamp. Chu Dong nestled in the man's arms, opening his eyes to look at the man's chin. His ears and cheeks were gently rubbed, and the steady heartbeat was clearly transmitted into his ears again, like a drum.

An unspeakable and unfamiliar emotion swelled in Chu Dong's chest, like an unripe fruit being crushed, the sour juice flowed outward along the walls of his blood vessels, making his limbs feel sore and numb. He stared at the man for a moment, his eyes bright and full of distant mist, hazily blocking the thoughts under a fog.

Chu Dong stretched his hands around Wu Yue's neck, raising his face to gently lick and kiss his Adam's apple and chin. It felt like being intimately licked by a small kitten. Wu Yue couldn't help feeling itchy and smiled, wanting to hide, "Don't make trouble."

Chu Dong stubbornly held on to him, slowly coming up and opening his mouth to kiss Wu Yue's lips. He was very enthusiastic for some reason tonight, and the tip of his soft tongue pierced into the man's mouth and stirred. Wu Yue suddenly became nervous, holding Chu Dong's waist cautiously, trying to push him away, but Chu Dong was too close to him. The hot and humid kisses were full of comfort and dependence, and he didn't want to leave. Wu Yue was afraid of hurting him, so he froze on bed, while Chu Dong ate his lips and tongue like candy.

The sound of wet lips "popping" stopped for a moment. Chu Dong's cheeks were flushed, and his big wet eyes looked at Wu Yue very closely, like an invisible curse from an ice-cold lake under the moon, it was shocking to see it.

"Dad." Chu Dong Winter whispered to the man, a slight gasp enveloped the sweet breath, digging hooks into the man's senses, "Can you touch me?"

Wu Yue's throat had became dry at some point, "What... what?"

"I'm so sad..." Thin fingers slid across Wu Yue's chest and lower abdomen before finally, gently, going down. Chu Dong's exhale was like spring, "Help me."

Wu Yue hurriedly shook away his hand, his forehead was already sweating, "Dong'er, this kind of thing, in the future..."

"I don't want others touching me."

Wu Yue was stunned. Chu Dong looked at him intently, leaning close and saying, "I don't want anyone else."

The delicate fingers stroked the palm of the man's hand, like it was outlining a feather. Chu Dong seemed to be playing with Wu Yue's hand, but he stared at him earnestly. The mist gradually turned into a solid coating of tears, covering his crystal eyes.

"Aren't I your dearest?"

Sweat soaked Wu Yue's back, burning his brain. Chu Dong's sound and taste bound him to the bed like a set of invisible ropes. The neurons in his brain jumped suddenly, and his blood began to boil in detail at an extremely unfavorable timing. Yet Chu Dong was still extremely close to him, talking in his ear, "Why can you give me everything else, but not this?"

He was full of grievance and thirst, making Wu Yue feel helpless and anxious. The ethical struggle of his mind at a loss, and his anxiousness from Chu Dong's request not being satisfied. The soft hand drew him in, offering a piece of warm flat skin, slowly sliding down undulating curved. Every inch and tremor shook Wu Yue's brain through the palm of his hand. His fingers touched the edge of a piece of cloth, one light and fluttering, marking the boundary of the restricted area.

Sweat and a frantic heartbeat repeatedly tested Wu Yue's nerves. But Chu Dong didn't give him any space for relief, the lips close at hand pressed against the corner of his mouth again, like a flower blooming on the tip of his nose. Chu Dong licked and kissed him with nostalgia, gently bitting his lip and setting off violent wind and waves in his chest between his actions, trying to destroy Wu Yue's defenses.

Chu Dong's eyes were filled with crystal tears, looking at him pitifully, "I beg you."

The finger moved and reached the dividing line. Wu Yue was almost dizzy, short of breath, groggy and wrapped in Chu Dong's fingers. First he touched the soft penis, it like a tender and budding ball, exactly as lovable as Chu Dong. Then deeper, there were softer lips, not so wet and sticky as shellfish, welcoming the slow and cautious finger sliding between it and pressing onto a deeper seam.

Wu Yue felt that the fleshy seam tighten, and fluid was secreted again. Chu Dong groaned softly, and the small snake wrapped around Wu Yue's body unusually tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"So comfortable..." Chu Dong squeezed Wu Yue's hand and didn't want him to leave. He left a little tooth mark on Wu Yue's chin, unable to help himself from the stimulation. He pressed the man's hand further down his crotch, still holding it between his soft legs, "It's so uncomfortable... just fuck me..."

Wu Yue was licked and bitten, his unmoving hand pressed on that small hot and humid vulva. Chu Dong rubbed himself on his body, spitting out hot pants of breath, everything was like a silent tide surging, submerging him, the water swallowing his face. The light from the surface quickly went away. He panted quickly, his body was sweaty, his handsome cheeks flushed, his consciousness and body helplessly sank and floated in the waves, teetering, trying to climb ashore, "Dong'er, this is..."

This isn't right.

Dong'er didn't understand what was wrong. He wanted to do it, but Wu Yue didn't know how to refuse him.

He was precisely grasped on his fatal point without even noticing it, his hands were pressed hard on his shaking lips while he was sweating. Chu Dong held his hand and groaned in his ear, "I want you to come in..."

"No..."

"I want you." Chu Dong's voice became a cry, causing Wu Yue to immediately let go of all his thoughts and forget why he wanted to refuse. Chu Dong, who was so wronged that he shed tears, called him softly, "Itchy... I'm sick, won't you take care of me?"

This was the first time he saw Chu Dong crying. Wu Yue's brain was blank, watching the tears roll from those misty eyes. Then his fingers were pressed into a seam of flesh, and as soon as he entered, he was twisted with layers of heat and held tightly. Chu Dong hummed, holding his hand and squeezed it in, burying Wu Yue's fingers inside him.

"Ah... it's good..." Chu Dobg stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue and licked Wu Yue's trembling Adam's apple, begging softly, "Hurry up, cure me."

Wu Yue panted, his eyes had a tendency to unfocus, just like his mind. His crotch was so hard it pressed against Chu Dong's belly. Chu Dong had been completely captured by lust, holding his hand, forbidding him to leave. He tightening the small mouth, twisting his waist on his fingers, rubbing his legs against his hips.

Tears still hung on his flushed face, Wu Yue was overwhelmed, and first thought of his tears, "Dong'er, don't cry."

His Dong'er was still in tears, and his cries only grew stronger, "I'm so uncomfortable... don't make me uncomfortable..."

Wu Yue didn't want to make Chu Dong uncomfortable. He tried his best to restrain himself in the intensely strong and struggling lust, kissing Chu Dong's wet tears very carefully, his fingers began to twitch slowly.

He was full of caution with every movement, but Chu Dong let out a comfortable vry. He even subconsciously raised his leg to make it easier for Wu Yue's fingers to go in and out. The lascivious sound rang out rang out from the quilt, and Chu Dong hugged Wu Yue's neck while yelling softly, "Ah... hurry up... just fuck me..."

The secret fragrance emanated from Chu Dong, his body exuded an unstoppably sweet and delicious scent, mixed with sweat and passion. His body felt soft and slender, with shades of lusty crimson in the snow white, like a shiny silk satin wrapped around Wu Yue, twisting and panting on the man's body. His body was close to his arm, and the hole between his legs contracted to pinch his fingers, the fluids quickly wet Wu Yue's hand.

"Harder, more..." Chu Dong couldn't bear it, his fingertips left scratches on the back of the man's hand, he asked the man's fingers to push harder to a deeper place, "More, give me..."

Wu Yue's eyes flushed from endurance. He clutched the bed sheet tightly with a hand, his heavy breathing as full of heat. Chu Dong grabbed his fingers and sent a second inside him. The sticky cum flowing out made the mouth extremely slippery. The finger easily slipped in from the edge of the meat seam, and he was pressed inside it with a squeak. Wu Yue stopped breathing for a while, but Chu Dong let out a soft moan.

Chu Dong vented twice in Wu Yue's hands. He seemed very sensitive and liked Wu Yue very much. He just took the man's hand and moved by himself, the mucus of it pooled on Wu Yue's palm. Finally, he fell asleep flushed, lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He looked quiet and lovely. People wouldn't be able to guess how he wrapped himself around the man and rode him.

Wu Yue went into the bathroom to take a bath.

As the hot water sprayed down, Wu Yue stood in the steaming mist, restraining his already painful penis while gritting his teeth. The man was in his prime, with broad and strong shoulders, strong muscles containing explosive power. Because he had carried on the healthy routines and living habits of a soldier, there was no trace of fat on his waist. His abdominal muscles are neat and clear, and there was a faint scar on his shoulder that didn't heal correctly. It was from a turmoil that happened more than ten years ago, they were sent to meet a rioting crowd as soldiers, Wu Yue took a stick in order to protect Lao Li. There were iron nails embedded on that stick. If it weren't for Wu Yue's quick reaction and blocking, the iron nail stick would've been buried in Lao Li's head.

Wu Yue snorted, and thick semen was splashed on the wall, washed off by the hot water. The excitement of the red hot sex organ finally gradually stopped, returning to a semi-hard state. Even so, the size was still commendable. Wu Yue adjusted the temperature of the water to become cold, and gave himself a strict shower, he then wiped it off and walked out.

He took a wet tissue, sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully lifting one of Chu Dong's legs. He gently wiped the mess between them. Chu Dong slept soundly, softly sleeping on his back with a red face. Wu Yue wiped his soft white buttocks clean, pulling up the pajamas he took off, pulling up the quilt he removed, and twisted the corner of the quilt so that it stays in position.

Wu Yue took a lighter and cigarette, and went to the balcony to smoke silently. The night breeze from the mountains were very cold but Wu Yue didn't care. He smoked while taking out his mobile phone to read the news.

A few days ago, he specifically consulted a doctor that specializes in those with intersex-esque physique on the Internet. He concealed his and Chu Dong's identity, clearly describing Chu Dong's situation to the doctor. The doctor replied that although intersex people were generally physically weak, they were also very different. What Wu Yue described might be a normal manifestation of maturity and development of internal sex organs and a budding sexual consciousness from children during adolescence. Teenager's needs in this aspect were relatively strong, and they should be guided correctly. By there, Wu Yue asked how to guide him correctly, and the doctor said that it is best not to let him watch too much obscene media, and that he should take the child out more to bond. If he didn't mind, he could also acquiesce in allowing the child to fall in love at school.

Wu Yue thought about the solutions given by the doctor, and had a feeling that its effects wouldn't be high. In his mind, Chu Dong was different from the other children, but Wu Yue couldn't elaborate on the difference. He was smoking a cigarette in distress when he heard a small call from the room.

He hurriedly pinched off the cigarette, shaking his clothes to dissipate the smell of smoke from his body before going into the room to see. Chu Dong was lying on the bed and shrank into a ball, he held the bed sheet in his hand, his beautiful brows frowning as he murmured for his father in his dreams. Wu Yue opened the quilt and lay inside, gently hugging this person in his arms and falling asleep with them.