Chapter 10: I Canāt Satisfy You Anymore?
Shen Chuyan had just finished his bath. His bathrobe was draped loosely over him, and droplets from the tips of his hair slid down his sexy collarbone.
A notification sound suddenly rang out from his phone.
It was several photos of Jian An and a message:
[Boss, these are the photos you wanted. When can you give us the money you promised our brothers?]
He lightly swiped through the photos, his brow gradually knitting. He was clearly dissatisfied with the images.
[Just these? Thatās it? Where are the full nudes?]
[Thug: We wanted to take more exciting ones too, but who knew a guy would show up halfway through and save him.]
These two useless things!
Shen Chuyanās lip line tightened slightly. He felt a bit uneasy, and the hand typing the message couldn’t help but tremble.
[Who? Did he know you were taking photos?]
[Thug: It was too dark, we couldn’t see clearly. That guy probably just thought we were assaulting him.]
[Shen Chuyan: Delete all the chat logs and photos. Keep your mouth shut. Iāll have someone send the money. Get as far away as possible; don’t appear in front of me.]
After sending the last sentence, Shen Chuyan quickly saved the photos and then deleted all call records.
He just wondered how Ji Songting would feel when he saw such an “indecent” Jian An?
He was inexplicably looking forward to it.
…
Chen Ma, who had been standing in the corner not daring to make a sound, immediately reacted. She jogged forward. “Yes, Young Master.”
Shen Yunheng watched as the door was slowly closed, taking the drunken Jian An with it.
For a split second, he had an illusionāhe caught Ji Songtingās gaze becoming increasingly dark and ruthless, soul-consuming.
Inside the house, Ji Songtingās already foul mood became even more inflamed upon seeing the “intimacy” from just now.
He grabbed Jian Anās wrist tightly, his strength so great it felt like he was going to crush his bones. It was so painful that Jian An knit his delicate brows, yet he couldn’t break free. He mumbled incoherently:
“It hurts…”
“It hurts?”
Ji Songting asked with a cold laugh. “Aren’t you great at enduring? You can’t handle this little bit of pain? It must be quite thrilling to have secret dates behind my back, isn’t it?”
At this moment, Jian An was swaying, and his throat was extremely raspy. He couldn’t say anything and could only be at the other man’s mercy.
Ji Songting forcefully dragged him into the bedroom, then threw him heavily onto the bed. His tall frame pressed down on him.
Cold moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, scattering across Jian Anās face. His half-closed eyes were covered with faint tear tracks, making the drunken flush on his face appear even more blurred and alluring.
Because of the alcohol he had downed, he was abnormally hot. His mouth was dry, and his hands reached out to mindlessly tug at the clothes on his chest, loosely exposing a large area of snow-white, jade-like skin.
It was an inexplicably heart-stirring temptation.
“Is this how you sell your charms to seduce men? Makes senseādidn’t your mother do this exact thing to have you? Clinging to one Ji family wasn’t enough? You had to rope in the Shen family too?”
The corners of Ji Songtingās eyes were flushed red. He stared coldly at that faceāusually clear and refined, but now sickly and delicate. He said:
“Jian An, do you have any shame?”
He was used to Jian Anās conservative way of dressing, where heād wrap himself in three layers of clothing. He never expected this person would be so soul-hooking when drunk, stirring up a fire of lust in him.
Ji Songting was in an extremely bad mood. His bloodshot eyes were so red they almost seemed to drip blood, reflecting an irrepressible rage that only burned hotter.
He lightly licked his sharp teeth and roughly tore at Jian Anās pajamas, leaning down to gnaw on the other man’s slender neck. Finally, he bit down hard on his shoulder.
A row of marks was left on the clean shoulder, the bluish-purple bruise appearing exceptionally vivid on his skin.
Jian An shivered all over from the stimulation of the sudden pain. His hands instinctively pushed against the man pressing down on him, but the otherās sturdy, powerful arms were like iron pincers, pinning him so he couldn’t move.
“What are you pretending for? Running around drunkāwasn’t it just to find someone for comfort? I canāt satisfy you anymore, is that it?”
Two flames of rage rose in Ji Songtingās eyes. His dark, scarlet-tinged gaze stared fixedly at him, his mind automatically replaying the image of Shen Yunheng holding Jian An.
Clearly, he hated this person to death, wishing he could tear him into ten thousand pieces. Yet, as soon as he saw Jian An having physical contact with another man, he became inexplicably irritable to the point of madness.
He knew clearly that this was the scream of control and extreme possessiveness over a person.
Ignoring his struggle, Ji Songting kissed his thin lips ruthlessly. His tongue darted inside, ravaged every inch of softness as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
The space between their teeth was filled with the taste of alcohol, a bit bitter.
This kiss was too dominant and frenzied. Jian An was left breathless, and his already scattered and blurred eyes were now covered with a layer of mist.
The man’s lips were cold and thin, without a hint of warmth. Yet, he still felt hot, as if a ball of fire were burning, making his chest ache.
“So hot… so uncomfortable.”
Jian An awkwardly tilted his head up, wanting to draw some of that coldness to soothe the heat and discomfort in his body.
The next second, Ji Songting suddenly let go of him and stood up to button his shirt collar.
He looked coldly at Jian An, who was tossing and turning in discomfort, but he didn’t leave him a single shred of warmth.
“Since youāre so disgusting, I won’t touch your body either. I find it filthy.”
Ji Songting used his fingertip to wipe away the blood stained on the corner of his lip, his gaze showing unconcealed loathing.
He grabbed the glass on the table and splashed the half-cup of cold water inside directly onto Jian Anās flushed face.
The moment the water hit his face, Jian An shivered from the cold. The chill rising from the soles of his feet almost froze him solid, and he was forced to clear his head a little.
He tried his best to open his eyes and look around, but he only saw Ji Songtingās figure walking out the door once again.
At that moment, a sharp pain suddenly throbbed in his stomach. A nauseating feeling surged in his abdomen, and Jian An instinctively covered his mouth.
He rushed into the bathroom, slumped before the toilet, and vomited up all the strong liquor he had drunk tonight.
The vomit, mixed with fresh blood, flowed slowly down the corner of his mouth. Jian An grabbed a tissue and wiped it away casually.
The person in the mirror had dry, peeling lips and swollen eyes. His shoulder was still throbbing with a dull ache.
Jian An lightly pulled down his collar to expose his shoulder, only to see it covered with a layer of bruised blood.
What exactly did Ji Songting do to me…?
After vomiting several times, until not a drop of the liquor remained in his stomach, his numbed brain finally cleared significantly. But the cramping in his stomach was continuous.
He pressed his hand tightly against his stomach, biting his lip. He was in so much pain that tears were squeezed out, yet he still couldn’t alleviate it.
Jian An stumbled as he braced himself against the wall to return to the bedroom. He reached out for the painkillers on the table, poured out two pills, and swallowed them with unboiled water from the kettle.
The specialized painkillers were very bitterāso bitter they were hard to swallow. Jian An had never liked taking medicine; even if he got sick, he would endure it, swallowing all his pain back into his stomach.
But his body was becoming weaker and weaker, getting worse by the day. As long as he didn’t have the support of medication, he felt as if he had lost his lifeline, suffering beyond measure.
He didn’t know when it started, but he could only survive by relying on those bitter medicines.
He was clearly afraid of bitterness, afraid of pain, and afraid of the dark. Yet, in these three years, he had tasted every bitterness and endured every torment.
Jian An had always disguised himself within a shell of strength. It had been this way since he was a childāhe was unwilling to let anyone see his fragile side.
But little did he know that this seemingly indestructible outer shell was, in fact, already paper-thin.
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