imaginary lover

Li Qiongyu often couldn't figure out why his son had to do everything by himself since he had been appointed as an accompanying steward.

"Where's your manager?" At the Abandoned Shadow Cocktail Party, Li Qiongyu asked his son while talking with the rudder master of G City, "Why are you here alone?"

"He's not feeling well." Li Yunwei said briefly.

"Little T has been with you for four or five years, right?" Li Qiongyu said, "I have never interfered with who you appoint to assist you, and I have given you full freedom, but you can't just keep him as a pet. Just watch it instead of using it. Even if Little T is prone to make mistakes in the early years, but if you don’t train him, how can he assist you in the future?”

Li Yunwei thought for a while: "I don't treat him as a pet, I use it."

"Have you ever used it?" Li Qiongyu recalled carefully, "Little T hasn't even left the house, has he?"

"Well, I'll teach him housework." Li Yunwei said.

Through rolled over and got out of bed, and walked slowly to the window to watch the servant open the gate and let Li Yunwei's car into the courtyard.

It has been nearly half a month since he was tried in the basement, and the wounds on Through's body have gradually healed and faded away.Li Yunwei cared about him very much, and asked his private doctor to come for a review every day. Taking oral medicine and topical ointment took turns to take turns. Through once thought that he was going to be marinated by the medicine.

The door behind him was unscrewed, and Through heard Li Yunwei say: "Why are you getting up, be careful of catching a cold." With a sweater draped over his shoulders, Through turned his head and saw Li Yunwei looking at him with a smile on his face.

It has become Li Yunwei's routine to visit Through as soon as he returns to the mansion. Through was a little embarrassed, but Li Yunwei persisted.

"Master Li, my injury is almost healed, you don't have to bother to come here every day." Through walked away, keeping a certain distance from Li Yunwei.

"Don't feel sorry, it's me who should be sorry. Anyway, you became like this because of me, and I have an obligation to take care of you. Besides," Li Yunwei stepped forward and forced Through back to the bed, "You Since I have been appointed as my steward, I should be in charge of daily affairs." The nonsense that was uttered in order to deal with my father that day, but it turned out to be true.However, Li Yunwei felt that it was not inappropriate for Through to be his own steward.

Through looked away, clutching the hem of the sweater tightly with both hands: "Young Master's order is as it is, and I will definitely do it."

Li Yunwei looked at the person in front of him, pursed his thin lips lightly, lowered his eyebrows, twisted his clothes with his hands, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and trembled slightly due to nervousness.

"Are you afraid of me?" Li Yunwei asked.

"No." Through shook his head in denial.

"Lie," Li Yunwei put his hands on Through's shoulders, lowered his body to meet his gaze, "you dare not look up at me."

Through waved Li Yunwei's hand away like a conditioned reflex, and staggered to sit on the bed: "I come from a humble and dirty background, and I'm afraid I'll spoil the young master's eyes."

"What?" Li Yunwei looked at his hand being waved away, a little surprised but more dissatisfied, he took advantage of the opportunity to push Through and made him unable to move, "Do you want to avoid even touching you now? Who was behind me back then? The lower body is panting repeatedly and taking the initiative to make love? Have you forgotten?"

"I didn't mean to..." Through covered his face in pain.Even if some things have gone with time, no one mentions it, but it is difficult to pretend that it never happened.I used to want to forget it crazily, but my mind remembers it, my body remembers it, and every inch of skin is branded with history.Once the mechanism is touched, the defense line of the high base will collapse, and it will no longer be able to withstand the impact of memories.

The father in my memory had a ferocious appearance with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, with messy hair dyed fiery red on his head. He was manic because of his nerves damaged by alcoholism all day long, and his fingers were burnt yellow by bad cigarettes.

"Through, crawl over here." The father sat on the ground leaning on the dilapidated sofa, pointing his fingers at the young child.

When four-year-old Through saw his father calling him, he stood up and ran over.

"Didn't I fucking let you crawl over here?!" His father kicked and fell Through, and he lay on the ground, tears rolling in his eyes in pain.

"Damn it," the father cursed, stood up and walked over, squatting next to Through, "it looks more and more like that stinky woman, it's so fucking annoying." He pinched Through's chin, and looked at the shock in his eyes amusedly. With a frightened expression, he slapped him across the face.

Through was almost sent flying and fell to the ground, his father looked down at him and mocked him as a useless piece of trash.

When Through woke up the next day, his cheeks were swollen to the touch.It was rare to find silence in the small cramped room. It seemed that my father had gone out, and the dust floated slowly in the light of the morning sun.

He was a little thirsty, and walked to the pool, wanting to get a glass of water to drink.

At this moment, the father entered the door, Through shuddered, the water glass fell off the ground and rolled far away.

"Come in," the father pushed a small figure into the door, Through looked in surprise, and heard his father say, "This is your brother."

A year later, Through watched his younger brother's body being randomly thrown into a pit deep in the mountains and old forests. His father wiped his sweat and threw the shovel at Through's feet. Through struggled to lift it up, silently filling the hole with soil.

This younger brother who suddenly came to his side has carried the pain for a whole year for him.In the middle of the night, I often heard small crying from my father's room. Through once peeped through the crack of the door, his younger brother was tied up by his father and hung in mid-air, shaking back and forth.

The father beat his younger brother endlessly with a wooden stick, listening to the child's pleadings, he seemed to be greatly satisfied. Through covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound, and timidly ran back and shivered under the blanket.

The young brother did not live a day of good life, so he died under the abuse and beating of his father.The father struck too hard that day, and a lot of blood spurted out from the torn wound of the younger brother. Through watched the light disappear from his younger brother's eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

When I returned home in grief, I heard what my father seemed to say, but he didn't care, he didn't want to move, he didn't want to talk, his body seemed to be filled with lead, and he was too heavy to move.

"I'm fucking talking to you." His father suddenly grabbed Through by the collar and forced him to turn to himself, growling fiercely, "Since my brother is gone, I'll just make do with you."

Li Yunwei was stunned, wishing that what Through told intermittently was just a story, not his destiny itself.

If his father hadn't died, would this poor boy still have to endure inhuman torture and torture for decades?

He sympathized with him, but there was more in his heart, but it was an indescribable feeling.He wanted to be with him, to protect him, to save him from the dark nightmare.Want to get close to him, touch him, even want to kiss his thin lips, leaving water stains...

"I didn't react to you on purpose," he explained, holding back the great pain in his heart, "my father often tied me up and beat me for more than ten years, and it got worse as I grew up, and made me form a conditioned reflex , as long as the body is inflicted with severe pain, I will be hard and seek pleasure. So when you hit me, I will..."

Li Yunwei's memory was brought back to that night, and his ears couldn't help but blush.

Seeing that Li Yunwei didn't make a sound, Through thought that he was disgusted with his own life experience, and quickly promised: "Master, I will never do it again in the future. Even if you punish me, I will try my best to restrain myself."

Li Yunwei couldn't help laughing at his overly serious face.

"You said it was a conditioned reflex, how to restrain it?" He teased.

And Through didn't doubt him, and actually fell into deep thought.

"Oh, I'm joking, don't bother thinking about it." Li Yunwei rubbed his hair and said amusedly.

"There is a way to get rid of your excitement when you are beaten." After a while, Li Yunwei said leisurely.

"Master, you said, I'll do it right away." Through seemed to grasp the slim hope, but saw Li Yunwei unhurriedly unbuttoning his loose pajamas, revealing his reddish welt on his chest.

Looking directly into Through's slightly puzzled eyes, Li Yunwei said: "It's covering, and then erasing, so that you can't remember the past memories, just remember..." He bent down and held Through's face, "My caress, and my love the taste of."