"I've come to terms with it... we don't have to go back to the way we were. As long as I leave my mark on you, you'll never be able to forget me for the rest of your life!"
Xia Shule had known this was what he wanted to do, but when Jiang Gechen actually said it, his heart still sank. An intense urge to resist and survive made Xia Shule struggle.
No, no. Hit me or curse at me all you want, just don't do this. Please?
His bound hands pushed at Jiang Gechen with what little strength he had, but it did no good at all.
The more helpless he felt, the more desperate he became.
He could only watch as the other man did things to him, unable to stop him or change anything. Tears ran from the corners of his eyes onto the bed, blurring the man before him.
The reason Xia Shule hadn't been afraid at first was that he had thought Zhou Anyang would torture him. At worst, he would end up covered in wounds. He truly hadn't expected Jiang Gechen to be this vile.
If that happened to him, he really could easily lose all hope of living. No wonder that old man had kept telling him to stay alive no matter what.
Was there really no way to change this? I don't want this... I don't...
Jiang Gechen laid Xia Shule gently on the bed and began taking off his own clothes. Xia Shule reached for the short knife in his trouser pocket. Perhaps a sudden burst of strength would be enough to cut him?
Before long, Jiang Gechen had stripped off everything on his upper body, while Xia Shule kept crying in fear.
He wasn't afraid of anything except this.
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