After this incident, Fang Lele finally understood just how strong Ji Fengyao's need for control was.
His "spotlessly clean" body left him too afraid to reveal even the slightest glimpse of his true self in public.
So when he was told he would not be staying in the dorms, Fang Lele froze for only a second before listlessly agreeing.
He still clung to a fantasy. There would be other chances!
And so, when he was picked up again on the very evening his break began, the spirits he had finally recovered during military training collapsed, and Fang Lele gave up hope altogether.
In the solemn, imposing office, Ji Fengyao wore an indifferent expression, his hands working with seemingly casual but meticulous movements.
"Unhappy?"
Fang Lele bit down on the hem of his shirt, shutting his eyes and refusing to answer.
Ji Fengyao made a couple of adjustments and successfully drew a muffled moan from him.
Fang Lele reached out to stop him, only to have his hand slapped away hard.
"Still haven't learned to behave?"
Once or twice could pass for acting spoiled. Any more than that was unacceptable.
Ji Fengyao casually tossed aside the tool in his hand and leaned back, gazing at him with indifferent eyes.
Sensing something was wrong, Fang Lele slowly opened his damp eyes. The instant their gazes met, his body went rigid, and he no longer dared make the movements he had been using to cover himself.
The atmosphere abruptly froze.
After an indeterminate stretch of time, Ji Fengyao picked up the phone beside him and said flatly, "Get dressed. Go home."
In that instant, Fang Lele's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
What did that feeling resemble? Unlike the hurt of being "bullied," this hurt came with panic and helplessness, something like the illusion