Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 6

The black umbrella was leaning against the door, and when passing a small bend, it swayed down. It touched Caleb Zhou's left leg, and the water droplets on the silk surface sank into the hem of his clothes and wet his ankles. The car was quiet, and Caleb Zhou didn't say anything for a long time, until he sighed softly, and then he moved.

Holding onto the chair, he curled up as much as possible and sat on Ethan Yong's lap. Without even trying to support himself, he put all his weight down. Caleb Zhou looked very calm, without any humiliation or suffocation. He was surprisingly obedient.

The car window is a world of its own. Water droplets covered the glass. The car gradually became foggy. Perhaps their breaths were too hot. Her B*tt0cks were against the man's body. It was a softness that she could not enjoy. Caleb Zhou thought, trying to find joy in hardship. After all, not everyone can sit on it. It is a rare thing.

Ethan Yong hugged him, and touched Caleb Zhou's knees with his palms. There were wet marks there, and he moved down to touch his bare ankles. Caleb Zhou was only wearing a pair of clogs on a rainy day. They had high waterproof platforms, dark leather with dark patterns, and loose pants under the long coat, so his hand easily slipped in.

The trouser legs were soft, and they folded into several folds as they moved upwards, all the way to the legs, exposing the calves. Ethan Yong touched the moist skin, still through the gloves. Ethan Yong was not wearing a military uniform, but a suit with a dark handkerchief stuffed into the pocket of the suit. It was clearly for decoration, but Ethan Yong asked him to take it out of his pocket.

It was not until the next move that he realized the purpose of the handkerchief. His clogs kicked under the chair, and his feet were caught and placed on the black leather seat. His posture changed, his B*tt0cks still sat on the hard man's H!ps, but his back was pressed against the door. Behind him was the beating of the gongs and drums of the rain, gradually, faster and faster, and the rain seemed to be heavier. The outside world was unclear.

Caleb Zhou frowned as he watched Ethan Yong wipe the water off his legs with a handkerchief. The handkerchief rubbed from his kneecap to his calf, back and forth a few times, and then circled his ankle, where there was a mole, red, not very conspicuous, like a small wound. In this gloomy weather, in the light blue carriage, it touched that inch of bone. Ethan Yong lowered his eyes and looked at it, and he said it looked good.

Caleb Zhou didn't say anything, not knowing where the embarrassment came from. He reached out and held Ethan Yong's hand, pulling it in front of him. He looked up at Ethan Yong, and the two of them didn't say a word. There was a thunder in the distance, and the white light swayed and covered the car. All the scenes and people in front of him emerged from the extreme white. He pulled the glove on Ethan Yong's middle finger and pulled it off inch by inch.

He saw the hand that had appeared in front of him before, pale and bloodless, like a sculpture. It looked cold, but it was warm to the touch. Ethan Yong did not stop him from crossing the line, but only smiled with an ambiguous meaning, and indulged him as if he was hugging a toy.

Caleb Zhou held the man's hand and smiled. The next moment, his good teeth opened and were about to bite Ethan Yong's finger bones. The force was strong, like eating a snack, full of rudeness and ferocity. But in the end, he was unable to resist Ethan Yong's extremely fast reaction. Not only did he fail to bite, but he was pinched on the face and pressed heavily against the window.

There was a loud thud, the sound of his head hitting the glass. The pain gradually dissipated from that tiny spot, and Ethan Yong's expression turned cold. It was like the first time he saw him. He was no longer full of interest, nor was he looking down at him like a prey. He looked at him with complete indifference, without warmth or expression.

He angered the man and pinched his cheek hard. There might be marks when he watches the show later. It was obviously an inappropriate environment, but he couldn't help but have strange thoughts. So in another thunderclap, Caleb Zhou slowly stretched out his tongue and left a small, wet lick on Ethan Yong's tiger's mouth.

Ethan Yong's eyes were strange, and his eyes were looking at him with deep eyes, like clouds and rain, all gathered in his eyes. He didn't even blink, and the noise of dripping water could no longer be heard. The fingers were still holding his chin.

The strange thing was that he wanted to close his eyes. What kind of feeling was that? It was as if there was an intangible atmosphere telling him that maybe she would K!ss him next. If Ethan Yong was a woman, she would be such a strong lady. Maybe she was a spoiled little girl who always wanted men to obey her.

Ethan Yong must have a bad temper, otherwise he wouldn't have been so scared by the gunshot that he fell from the second floor to the first floor, covered in mud. The suit was not washed properly, and he let his mother throw it away.

But no, it seemed like he was just overthinking. Ethan Yong withdrew his hand. He pulled them out one by one. Maybe it was because he had been holding them for too long, so when he let go, he felt numb. He pushed his tongue into his mouth and was a little disappointed for a moment.

Soon, he felt that his thoughts were strange. Disappointed that Ethan Yong didn't K!ss him? This was too ridiculous. He was still sitting on Ethan Yong's lap, barefoot. He stole a glance at the man's expression, which returned to normal. He was not angry, nor did he ask him to get out.

So Caleb Zhou moved slowly, very slowly, he wanted to get off Jun Ye's hard body, it was not comfortable to stay there. But Ethan Yong's hand reached out again, this time holding his waist with both hands and lifting him up.

Caleb Zhou's other clog also fell off, making a soft, crisp sound. He completely nestled into Ethan Yong's arms. His cheek was against the shirt fabric, and the collar was a little stiff, with a perfectly shaped chin and lips. The man's chin was blue after having just cleaned his stubble, and the lips he was staring at suddenly moved: "What are you looking at?"

Caleb Zhou shook his head, sighed, and bent his legs. The seat was made of leather, and it felt cool and slippery. Ethan Yong touched him from time to time, like he was playing with a cat.

Touching his ears, his hair, his back, his legs, and the mole. He used his bare hands, no longer wearing gloves. The lines on his palms were deep, and his fingertips were rough. When he rubbed his skin, it was not only hot but also a little itchy. Caleb Zhou grabbed Ethan Yong's hand uncomfortably, and he put the gloves back on him.

He wanted to crawl back to his seat again, but this time no one stopped him. His posture was ugly, with his B*tt sticking out and his hands stretched forward. The bottom of the chair was too dirty, and he didn't want to touch it. Maybe it was because his posture was too funny and a little bit attractive. Ethan Yong touched him again, this time from the back of his neck all the way to his coccyx, and touched it. Ethan Yong joked: "You're missing a tail."

Caleb Zhou sat back in his seat in a bad mood. He had one shoe on, and the other was at Ethan Yong's place. He wanted to bend down to pick it up, but was afraid that he would be accused of missing another shoe. He considered carefully and stared at Ethan Yong's feet: "My shoe."

Major General Yong naturally folded his legs and said, "I didn't see it." He didn't intend to pick it up for him. Caleb Zhou endured it and persuaded himself in his heart that this was the master, and he couldn't offend the master. So he bent down and approached the master's legs, reaching out to pick it up. But his wrist was caught. The index finger tapped his wrist bone, and Ethan Yong said, "Before putting on shoes, it's better to wear something."

Caleb Zhou looked at the man suspiciously for a while, then sat back in his seat. After thinking about it, he decided to satisfy Ethan Yong's interest. But Ethan Yong also had to satisfy his interest. He propped up the chair and put his feet on Ethan Yong's knees.

In the shaking car, he tilted his face dignifiedly, with a playful smile on his face. He said: "Okay, you put it on for me."