Give you youth to bury my love

It was such a simple sentence, but it was broken into pieces by Lu Heng.

"..."

Ji Han didn't make a sound, the room was suffocatingly quiet, Lu Heng took two deep breaths, tried his best to calm down his emotions, put down his arms, opened his eyes and met those bright black pupils and asked again: "Is it true?"

His face was already pale, his chapped lips trembled unbearably, and his whole body shrank, as if he had encountered something terrible.

Ji Han frowned, and reached out to touch Lu Heng, but Lu Heng subconsciously slapped him away.

Why not deny it?

Why not refute?

Why……

"Don't touch me, it's so dirty, I want to take a bath by myself!"

Lu Heng spoke incoherently, lowering his eyes to avoid Ji Han's gaze, he didn't know if he was referring to himself or Ji Han when the phrase 'so dirty'.

Ji Han didn't let him take a bath by himself. He picked him up with one hand, turned on the shower, and the cold water poured down. Lu Heng got goosebumps from the cold. After a while, the water warmed up before he gradually got used to it. Han squeezed the shower gel to help wipe it on him.

In the past, when Lu Heng and Ji Han were together, sometimes Ji Han would help him take a bath after he was happy. At that time, Lu Heng would lazily lie on his body and enjoy the rare warm time.

Now that Lu Heng is lying on Ji Han's shoulders, he can't give birth to any charm. Their relationship is like being thrown into a dark and damp swamp to ferment and rot, leaving only a disgusting stench.

Lu Heng couldn't even remember how he secretly liked such a person back then.

Lu Heng lost a lot of weight, and his small body with little flesh left almost only bones. The muscles of the two legs that remained hadn't started to shrink, and they looked even more slender and straight, which was very eye-catching.

After dipping the shower gel on his hands, his skin became slippery, as slippery as a loach, completely different from Guan Xing's firm and powerful psoas muscles.

Rubbing and rubbing, Ji Han's hands changed directions uncontrollably, and his eyes burst into flames.

The two are so close that they can immediately and keenly detect any change.

Lu Heng pressed Ji Han's hand in surprise, Ji Han didn't make a sound, and started to move while grabbing Lu Heng's hand.

"Ji Han, you make me feel sick, I'm not interested in you."

Lu Heng said in a hoarse voice, his whole body was enveloped in the decadence of lovelessness, Ji Han's eyes turned cold, and he picked him up and pushed him against the wall.

The wall tiles were cold, and Lu Heng was so cold that the hairs on his arms stood up.

He put his hand against Ji Han's chest, and the hot water from the shower was still pouring down, forming a light mist, covering Lu Heng's last bit of shame.

"Disgusting?" Ji Han asked coldly, "You were the one who got raped, what right do you have to disgust me?"

Lu Heng was forced to cry without the corner of his eyes.

His legs are crippled, and he can't escape, he can only be slaughtered.

The bathroom reverberated with the two's heavy breathing, ambiguous and strangely intimate.

In this entanglement, Lu Heng realized that he was ridiculous. He was going to die, so what was he doing stubbornly guarding these useless self-esteem?

Anyway, in this person's eyes, he is nothing at all. He Qi was beaten by Ji Han, and the He family might even blame him for this. Why didn't he pester Ji Han to be safe? What about the last few months?

His life was already rotten, how could it be so rotten now?As long as it's cool, isn't it all right?

After thinking about this, Lu Heng relaxed his body. The process was very slow. He kept staring at Ji Han. After everything was in harmony, he purposely opened his mouth to disgust Ji Han: "Third brother, you cheated!"