The next second, a storm broke over him.
Yu Xiuyuan felt like a fish on a chopping block.
Begging was useless.
Crying out in pain was useless.
Playing pitiful was useless too.
None of it earned him a shred of mercy.
He had no idea how long it went on. All he knew was that the sky gradually darkened.
Eventually, Yu Xiuyuan truly couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy in earnest.
That didn't work either.
By the time he finally passed out, he even felt grateful.
When he woke again, it was the bright light that roused him.
He blinked and burrowed back into the soft covers, lay dazed for two seconds, then abruptly opened his eyes wide.
This wasn't the right room!
It was a completely unfamiliar room, decorated in gray and white, rather empty, with little sign of anyone living there.
An enormous floor-to-ceiling window stood before him.
Outside were low, lush trees, their trunks leaning at an angle, their crowns casting broad patches of green shade.
Yu Xiuyuan's heart jolted:
Fuck!
Had Yun Chuan fucked him to death and sent him transmigrating again?!
He pushed himself up, only to collapse back onto the bed the next second.
His lower back felt broken.
Before his alarm could subside, the door was gently pushed open.
Yun Chuan walked in with a glass of water.
Yu Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart settling back into place.
Seeing him brace himself against the edge of the bed to sit up, Yun Chuan quickened his steps. He set the glass on the bedside table and slipped a hand behind Yu Xiuyuan's back, letting him lean securely against him.
His face was full of satisfaction. "How's your back? Can't even get out of bed?"
Yu Xiuyuan glared at him,