Chapter 22: He Must Refuse This Man!
Shen Yuan didn’t even have time to stop him, watching helplessly as the last little ceramic figure followed suit and was smashed to pieces.
He crouched in place blankly, his pupils suddenly shrinking. He could only look at those porcelain shards scattered in every direction. His fragile heart felt as though it were being pierced by something, hurting intensely.
Broken…
The beautiful memories with Xiansheng have all been smashed…
Shen Yuan cried while feeling sad, tears flowing down his cheeks and into his mouthāa bitterness mixed with a hint of salt.
Yu Xiuqing clapped the non-existent dust from his palms, seemingly feeling as though he had dirtied his hands.
He glanced at the youth, his eyes carrying clear contempt and rejection. He then went to Su Huaiyaoās side and said:
“Xiaoyao, Iāll take you to your new room. Weāll see if thereās anything else that needs to be added.”
“Mm-hmm!”
Su Huaiyao nodded. His eyes flickered as he grinned at him, but that smile hid a thick sense of triumph.
He still secretly regretted that Yu Xiuqing hadn’t smashed the little ceramic figure against Shen Yuanās head; that would have been even more of a spectacle.
Then, the man put his arm around the other’s slender waist, picked him up gently, and stepped over the shards with steady steps.
Shen Yuan crouched motionlessly, his gaze hollow. He only felt a gust of cold wind brush past his face as the man’s long legs walked by, and his heavily slapped face began to sting even more.
The next second, his dizzy head was suddenly kicked by Su Huaiyaoās upturned foot on purpose, causing his entire off-balance body to sit straight onto the floor.
An agonizing, tearing pain instantly came from his small hand. He let out a muffled groan and lifted it to look, only to find that he had accidentally pressed down on a sharp fragment.
Startling blood slowly slid from his palm, dripping onto the snow-white floor tile and instantly blooming into a delicate flower. It looked terrifying.
He was extremely afraid of seeing blood and hurriedly wiped the blood from his palm onto his clothes. His already dirty trousers were stained even more foully, and the more he wiped, the more blood there was; it just wouldn’t go away.
“Why are you treating me like this…”
Shen Yuan murmured in pain, clutching the blood-stained ceramic shard. He shook incessantly, piteous and helpless.
He pressed the ceramic figure’s face against his chest, buried his face between his knees, and began to sob painfully. His soft voice was intermittent, carrying a heart-wrenching sorrow.
“I’m sorry… I’m so useless. I couldn’t protect you… I’m sorry, waah …”
Shen Yuan apologized to the ceramic doll while crying.
He clearly remembered the scene of him painting the little ceramic figure with Mister Yu back then.
He didn’t know how to paint and always did it poorly. Xiansheng would hold his hand and patiently teach him over and over again…
How happy it was at that timeāso much so that it made him feel he could be loved by Xiansheng for the rest of his life.
But as soon as he thought of Xianshengās heartless way of smashing the ceramic figure just now, the little fool cried even harder. Tears and snot covered his face as he cried until he could barely catch his breath.
He sat on the floor like that for a long time, the blood on his hand having solidified, before he slowly lifted his head. His eyes were as swollen as walnuts, and his vision was a complete blur.
Uncle Wu suddenly entered, picking him up without a word and dragging him outside while cursing:
“Unlucky thing. You only know how to cry. Yu Shao told me to take you to the bathroom to wash up, to save everyone from being disgusted!”
“No… I don’t want to…”
Shen Yuan was roughly dragged out of the room. He was still shouting “no,” but how could he have even a bit of strength left to resist Uncle Wu? He was soon thrown into the bathroom.
By the time he reacted, Uncle Wu had already slammed the door shut. He had also been thrown until he was dizzy, his body pressing against the wet porcelain tiles through his clothes. It was freezing.
The bathroom was sweltering and humid, with un-dispersed mist lingering and water droplets still rolling down the glass surfaces.
“Hiss…”
Shen Yuan let out a pained groan and lifted a hand to wipe his eyes, supporting himself against the wall as he tremblingly stood up.
Because the water vapor was thick, he couldn’t quite see the surrounding things clearly. But he could vaguely tell that this wasn’t the small bathing stall he usually used!
The bathroom before him was exceptionally wide, decorated with extreme luxury and nobility. The air emitted a faint, lingering fragrance.
But he didn’t find it fragrant; he only felt a mysterious terror.
Shen Yuan turned around in fear, pounding desperately on the closed glass door in front of him, wanting to leave this place.
But the door was made of pure steelāthick and sturdy. No matter how much force he used, there was no reaction at all.
The youth was so anxious he was covered in sweat. Even though his injured hand hurt a lot, he didn’t dare stop, shouting:
“Quickly… quickly let me out! Uncle… Uncle Wu, I don’t want to bathe here… please open… open the door!”
But the glass door had excellent soundproofing; how could anyone outside hear his voice?
“Yuanyuan.”
A familiar male voice suddenly sounded from behind him. The tone was slow, yet it held a trace of a mad expectation.
Shen Yuan was so startled his entire body shook. He turned around shiveringly, his gaze fixing on the dark shadow behind the shower door.
His heart beat exceptionally fast in an instant.
He saw the stall door slowly open through the hazy mist. Heat surged as a pair of sturdy, powerful long legs stepped out. A well-built, toned upper body was exposed to the air, and the muscles of his chest rose and fell slightly.
Yu Xiuqing had a snow-white bath towel wrapped around his lower body. A droplet of water slid down from his long, narrow eyebrows, spun around at his collarbone, and slid down reluctantly.
Shen Yuan looked at the person in terror, his voice trembling slightly, making even breathing difficult: “Xi… Xiansheng…”
“Hmm? Where does Yuanyuan want to run to?”
Yu Xiuqing walked toward him slowly, the corners of his lips upturned. Every step carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
“I… I… want to go out!”
the youth’s face turned deathly pale as he moved backward, his spine pressing against the wall, his entire person forced into a corner.
“Don’t… don’t come over…”
He pleaded helplessly, his eyes full of terror and panic, his voice already carrying a clear sob.
The man ignored him, closing in step by step until he was forced to a point of no retreat before stopping.
The space was narrow, and an ambiguous breath filled with dangerous elements spread through the air.
“What is Yuanyuan afraid of?”
Yu Xiuqing reached out his right hand, his index finger tilting the youth’s small, pointed chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze.
The cruel expression on his face suddenly transformed into one of sadness. His thumb repeatedly rubbed and pressed the youth’s soft thin lips as he spoke:
“Yuanyuan has changed. Before, you were very proactive about crawling into my arms. Why are you trying to escape now instead?”
The man’s warm fingertip pinched the jaw with force, his fingernail digging deep into the flesh as if deliberately punishing him.
Shen Yuan shrunk his neck in pain, trying his best to suppress the panic and fear in his heart as he tightly pursed his lips:
“Waah… clearly it was Xi… Xiansheng who changed. Xiansheng became untrusting, started hating me…”
And the other already had Su Huaiyao as a girlfriend. If he threw himself into the man’s arms again, he would be called a vixen and be tormented even more cruelly. He didn’t dare anymore…
“I changed?”
Yu Xiuqing suddenly became agitated, grabbing his slender and weak shoulders. His gaze was fierce as he spoke word by word:
“Where did I change?! Shen Yuan, look clearly! The person who flips through clouds and rain with you every night has always been me!”
The youth’s shoulders made a “creak creak” sound from being grabbed too hard. His legs felt weak, yet they were held pinned by the man’s knee; he couldn’t even move an inch.
Crystal clear tears accumulated uncontrollably in his eyes. That small and exquisite face became flushed all over, and then the teardrops began to roll down incessantly.
That appearance was piteous, especially triggering a sense of “love-pity.”
The man’s predatory gaze grew even deeper.
Shen Yuan stubbornly bit his mouth, trying his hardest to stop crying. But looking at the increasingly intense emotion in the man’s gazeāthat undisguised lustāhe still cried out:
“Waah, Xi… Xiansheng… please don’t be like this, okay… I… I can’t take it…”
Yu Xiuqingās other arm braced against the wall. His tall figure enveloped the youth, and the powerful aura he emitted gave the other a sense of suffocation.
“Just now, Yuanyuan cried so sadly. For some reason, every time I see Yuanyuan drop tears, it’s like you’re deliberately seducing people. It makes me want to cherish you ruthlessly.”
He spoke playfully, staring down at him. His gaze was dark and cold, like he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but those lowered eyes were full of desire and anxiety.
He couldn’t wait to “eat” Shen Yuan.
That large hand began to restlessly probe into his clothes, slowly rubbing and pinching his sensitive waist.
Shen Yuanās cheeks were already flushed from the heat; now they were even more burning and scorching.
He wanted to push the man away but had no strength. He could only helplessly twist his body, allowing the other to do as he pleased.
The scene of the tragic pain on the hospital bed that night instantly surfaced in his mind. Every nerve in Shen Yuanās body tensed up, and the panic in his heart grew thicker.
No! He absolutely must refuse this man!
“Heh, Yuanyuan…”
Yu Xiuqingās breathing was a bit erratic. His body had reacted to the youth, and his voice became heavy and low.
His lips landed on the youth’s neck, carrying a bit of roughness and urgency as he gnawed at his skin.
Shen Yuanās heart suddenly accelerated, and his body trembled incessantly. His small hands tried their best to push against the man’s bare chest:
“Don’t be like this… Xiansheng already has a… a girlfriend. I beg you, stop tormenting me…”
But while his heart wanted to resist and stop Xianshengās enslavement of him, this bit of strength was like an itch-relief, making it so he couldn’t even manage a shred of struggle.
Yu Xiuqing raised an eyebrow, a low and malicious laugh escaping from his mouth. The desire in his gaze was displayed in the youth’s line of sight without concealment, his tone carrying a warning:
“My Yuanyuan is so well-behaved; surely you won’t tell anyone, right?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he violently tore away the last piece of clothing on Shen Yuan. The white, slender body was exposed to the air, looking even more translucent and translucent under the light.
Shen Yuan felt a chill across his body, as if he were submerged in ice water. His hands tightly held himself.
“The hickeys on Yuanyuanās chest have faded; it’s time to deepen them. That way, it can be proven that you are my thing.”
Yu Xiuqing licked his fangs, his gaze bloodthirsty. He habitually flicked the clothes in his hand and tossed them behind him.
At this moment, the business card and White Rabbit candies in the pocket all fell out at once, scattering by his feet.
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