Chapter 2: So Unwilling to be Pressed Under Me?
Perhaps because the man’s whipping over the past two years had left him psychologically scarred, Shen Yuan was instantly seized by panic. He instinctively shrank into the corner of the bed and quickly pulled his clothes on.
In those fearful, uneasy eyes, there seemed to remain a trace of admiration for the man, but it was overshadowed by terror.
“Yu… Yu Xiansheng, I beg you… please don’t hit me anymore. I didn’t seduce… the Young Master.”
The youth’s face was deathly pale, his voice trembling and hoarse as a thin layer of mist rose in his eyes.
This pitiful appearance was most likely to evoke tenderness; it made Yu Xiuqingās heart itch. His deep eyes swirled with a tide of emotion darker than the night sky outside.
He didn’t speak. Instead, he unhurriedly took out a lighter. With a click, he lit the cigarette in his hand.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled white smoke.
The way he smoked was incredibly charmingāan elegance that blended laziness with a noble aura. He looked like a refined gentleman, yet also like a troubled emperor.
Shen Yuan stared blankly for a few seconds, his heart thumping wildly. He wasn’t sure if it was due to nervousness or something else…
“Xi… Xiansheng?”
He called out tentatively, his pale pink fingers tightly clutching the edge of the blanket, his entire body shivering violently.
The man finally looked up at him. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes half-lidded. His deep, cold gaze landed on the boy, making him feel uneasy…
Then, Yu Xiuqing lightly flicked the ash from his trousers and stood up. He walked to the other side of the bed, leaning over slightly with his hands braced against the mattress, staring down at him.
“Of course I believe that Yuanyuan is the most well-behaved. Yuanyuan didn’t seduce anyone.” His voice was tender, yet devoid of warmth.
Shen Yuan, who had been squeezing his eyes shut waiting for a slap, immediately opened them upon hearing those words. He looked up at the man with a face full of surprise: “Really?!”
A century’s worth of suppressed grievance surged in his heart. Combined with the searing pain in his back, he couldn’t help but start crying. His wet eyelashes blinked as he spoke in a soft,ē³Æ voice:
“I knew it… I knew Xiansheng would believe me!”
A flicker of malice crossed the man’s eyes, but his face remained adorned with a gentle smile. He held out his hand like a gentleman: “Then Yuanyuan, give me your hand so I can apply the medicine, alright?”
That smile was somewhat chilling. Shen Yuan hesitated this time, but he didn’t dare refuse. He obediently took his thin little hand out from under the covers and placed it in the man’s palm.
The moment his hand touched the man, it was gripped tightly.
Shen Yuan bit his lip in fear, his arm trembling.
The tenderness on Yu Xiuqingās face vanished, replaced by darkness. He brought his other hand from behind his back and ruthlessly pressed the lit cigarette butt into the youth’s scarred hand. He pressed down so hard it felt like he was burning through the bone.
His gaze suddenly became fierce, yet his expression looked pained. He whispered, “But Yuanyuan, I saw you holding him with my own eyes. You looked so happy…”
“I didn’t… I really didn’t! Xiansheng, let go of me, I beg you… it hurts…”
The agonizing pain on the back of his hand was unbearable, and tears fell like broken pearls.
He struggled incessantly, his legs kicking out wildly in an attempt to escape the demon’s grasp. But the other man was like iron; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.
His pale foot accidentally kicked the man’s abdominal muscles. Shen Yuanās heart shuddered. The fear in his eyes deepened instantly, and he frantically apologized:
“Xiansheng, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
A lowly servant actually dared to kick his master?!
This action successfully enraged the man. Without a word, he raised his palm and slapped him across the face!
The crisp, loud slap echoed through the room. Shen Yuanās head snapped to the side, his ears ringing. He felt the world spinning, and his vision went dark.
Before he could recover, his neck was firmly seized by that cold hand. A sickening creak came from his throat, and a suffocating sensation he had never felt before left him unable to struggle.
“Ugh… let… let me go…”
His fragile cherry lips parted slightly, letting out broken whimpers.
Looking at those misty, blurred eyes, Yu Xiuqing felt a sudden tremor in his heart for some unknown reason. He gradually loosened his grip.
But without giving Shen Yuan a chance to catch his breath, he suddenly pushed him down onto the bed. His tall frame hovered over the slender, small body, and his thin lips crashed down in a brutal kiss.
The youthās soft mouth carried a faint, sweet fragrance, like a delicious dish inviting a taste.
The sensation made Yu Xiuqing unable to stop himself from taking more. A wave of heat rose from his lower abdomen, and his breathing grew heavy. He reached out to unbutton his shirt.
“Mmph…”
Shen Yuanās eyes widened in shock. For a moment, he forgot how to react, leaving him at the mercy of the manās predatory plunder.
The manās lips were thin and carried a hint of coolness, yet they were exceptionally fervent, making him shiver uncontrollably.
He wanted to escape, but his body was pinned down, making movement impossible. The only thing he could do was let out muffled whimpers.
After a dizzying blur of motion, Shen Yuan felt a chill on his chest. His clothes had been completely torn away, leaving his perfect body fully exposed to the air.
He never liked being treated so violently, nor did he want to be used as a tool to vent desire.
Yet over the past two years, Yu Xiuqing had humiliated him countless times like this. The man claimed to love and pity him, but he knew very well that from beginning to end, the man only desired his body. There wasn’t a shred of love…
A fine, needle-like pain spread across his chest. Tears silently slid from the reddened corners of his eyes.
“Are you really that unwilling to be pressed under me?”
Yu Xiuqing let out a cold laugh. He extended his tongue to lick away the tears from the corner of the boy’s eyes, and his hand began to wander downward…
Shame and terror surged in his heart. No matter how foolish he was, Shen Yuan knew what the other man was about to do!
He could only twist his body desperately, his hands instinctively protecting his abdomen. His voice was hoarse as he pleaded:
“No… don’t, there’s a baby in myā”
But the youthās barely audible voice was drowned out by a sudden knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
A deep male voice sounded from outside: “Sanye.”
Yu Xiuqing stood up impatiently. He grabbed one of his own shirts and tossed it onto the youth. “Put it on.”
He fastened his shirt buttons and opened the bedroom door. He glanced indifferently at the man standing outside and said coldly:
“Come in.”
Qi Yunzhao nodded and stepped inside.
He was Yu Xiuqingās personal bodyguard.
Seeing the disarray on the bed and the weeping youth, he immediately understood what had happened. He awkwardly lowered his head, not daring to take another look.
Yu Xiuqing already had a fire in his heart with nowhere to vent, and being interrupted only made his tone more irritable:
“What is it?”
Qi Yunzhao was skilled at reading the room and immediately said, “Sanye, Su Xiansheng has woken up.”
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