Chapter 10: It Just Felt like a Rape (1/2)

Translator: Ruriko

Zhishu He tilted his head with a desolate look on his face. He gawked at the dark corridor and recalled their sweet days with the fragrance of jasmine flowers. When Jiang was seventeen, he coaxed Zhishu into having sex with him on Jiang's birthday. Now Zhishu could only remember the pain when they first made love. The sweetness and love between them disappeared as the years went by. Now only disappointment was left.

These years Wenxu Jiang had seen lots of beautiful girls and boys. He got fed up with Zhishu He's monotony. Moreover, Zhishu lost the fragrance of jasmine flowers and became pale and weak due to housework and illness.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside. Wenxu Jiang looked down at him and said coldly, ”Come in now or stay outside all night, choose one.”

Zhishu He struggled to stand up with his numb legs and took faltering steps to the bathroom, suffering the heartache for the affection between them wore off. The most painful thing was not you never got true love, but that the best you got was gone now.

Wenxu Jiang originally intended to vent his remaining anger on Zhishue as he really got irritated by the cruelty of Zhishu's words, wondering what was wrong with Zhishu who even dared to break up with him now. But Jiang froze at the sight of Zhishu's shirt stained with blood.

Zhishu He took off his clothes, turned on the hot shower and stood under it. The hot water flowed through his whole body, washing every inch of his skin. He looked thinner in the steam.

”What did you do outside the door?” Wenxu Jiang asked with the bloodstained shirt in his hands.

”I got a nosebleed,” Zhishu He answered in a flat tone and lifted his hand to wipe the water from his face.

”Why didn't you knock on the door? If I knew that, I would let you in,” Wenxu Jiang threw the bloodstained shirt aside. He shut the bathroom door and walked toward Zhishu He, while he stripped off his clothes and threw them in the laundry basket.

Wenxu Jiang held Zhishu He in his arms and kissed him, his hands groping Zhishu from the waist to the chest. Jiang slowly frowned and complained, ”Have you taken drugs? You are skinny now.”

Zhishu He shook his head and said nothing.

Wenxu Jiang ignored his indifference and reached out his hand to turn down the shower. Then he pinned Zhishu against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips, his hand kneading Zhishu's waist, one of his erogenous zones.