torture to the end

Han Jingyu was the only one in the room, his sweaty hair covered his eyes, his stripped body was curled up on the sofa, hunched over, his spine protruding, making his back even more thin.

He had no strength left, and he was leaning on the sofa almost in a prostrate posture. His limbs bound by the rope had now been untied, leaving only the red mark on his body.

He didn't even have the energy to take off the blindfold, so he could only retract his numb legs, curled up into a ball and panted heavily.

I don't know how long it took before Han Jingyu gathered up some strength and took off the blindfolds on his eyes.Those eyes that had been blindfolded for too long were frighteningly red, their eyelashes were wet, and tears could still be seen when they drooped down.

The clothes were scattered on the ground together with the rope, Han Jingyu didn't have any strength in his body, and when he tried to reach for it, he fell off the sofa.

His hands were shaking, and his separated legs were numb.

Han Jingyu's appearance was extremely miserable and pitiful, the gravity of his whole body rested on his elbows, and his eyes were covered by the drooping eyelashes, making it difficult for people to see his mood at the moment.

The room was still dim, and the strong smell of lust made it hard to breathe.

Han Jingyu grabbed the clothes on the ground, he leaned on the sofa and tried to stand up, his weak legs couldn't support the weight of his body at all.He could only lean against the sofa and sat for an unknown amount of time before finally standing up reluctantly.

There were eye-catching red marks on his chest and between his legs. The dried liquid stained his body, and together with the wound, it became more and more hard to move his eyes away.

Han Jingyu's hands were shaking all the time. In fact, his wrists were still numb after being tied for too long. In such a state, he even wore a jacket for a long time.The button couldn't be fastened at all, Han Jingyu stood there with an expression on his face, his eyelashes trembled, as if a drop of something had fallen.But it was so fast that it was impossible to determine what it was.

The trousers and clothes were finally put on. Han Jingyu struggled to pack up the things in the room, but when he went out, he staggered and almost fell from the stairs.But his face was still calm, and he walked out as if nothing had happened.

Only those lips that were about to be bitten were oozing blood.

When Han Jingyu returned to Zhong's house, Zhong Yuan had already been sent over by Quan Weicheng. After drinking the sober tea, Zhong Yuan's hangover symptoms had been relieved a lot.He was supposed to go to rest now, but when he came back, he heard that Han Jingyu had gone out, and now he was waiting for Han Jingyu in the living room, and he had been waiting for a long time.The ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts, Zhong Yuanyang leaned on the sofa, watching TV casually.

When Han Jingyu came in from the door, Zhong Yuan didn't notice, until he heard the loud sound of closing the door, he looked over in shock.

Different from the huge movement, Han Jingyu who came in stood at the entrance like a ghost.

Seeing him back, Zhong Yuan felt a little more at ease, "Where did you go in the afternoon?"

Hearing his voice, Han Jingyu raised his head and looked straight over.Those eyes were as black as crow feathers, with a strange dark color.

Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he saw that gaze.

Han Jingyu seemed to be examining his expression and reaction. After a long time, Han Jingyu who was standing at the entrance finally moved.His walking posture was so strange that even Zhong Yuan could see it at a glance, but Han Jingyu himself didn't seem to notice it.

Zhong Yuan stood up from the sofa. He felt that something was wrong with Han Jingyu, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Han Jingyu just walked past him, and the strange smell on his body made Zhong Yuan frown.

Han Jingyu's coat is white, the white of cotton cloth. Zhong Yuan saw a blood stain on Han Jingyu's shoulder blade, and his heart skipped a beat, "What's going on? You got hurt after going out the door?"

Han Jingyu didn't seem to hear it, but Zhong Yuan felt weird and chased after him, and even reached out to grab Han Jingyu's arm.Han Jingyu's reaction was really beyond Zhong Yuan's expectation—Han Jingyu shook off his hand fiercely, his eyes were as cold as sharp blades.

Zhong Yuan was captured by that gaze.

Han Jingyu was standing at the stairs, looking down at Zhong Yuan condescendingly.

Such weird eyes seemed to be stabbing Zhong Yuan's heart like a steel knife.

Zhong Yuan asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?"

Han Jingyu's thin lips moved, "I'm fine."

Zhong Yuan even found Han Jingyu's voice strange.It was the same as usual, but for no reason, it was even more dull.

Han Jingyu only threw out those three light words from beginning to end, then turned around and climbed up the stairs.Zhong Yuan looked at Han Jingyu's back from downstairs, his brows were even more worried.

Han Jingyu went upstairs, locked the bathroom door and took a shower. The wound on his body hurt even more with water, but he thought the pain wasn't deep enough for him to wash away the filthy traces on his body, almost masochistic Standing under the scalding hot water, the wound bleeds, and after the blood is washed away, only the whitened wound remains.

The entire bathroom is full of water vapor, and the steam is hot.

When Zhong Yuan went upstairs, he saw Han Jingyu taking a shower in the bathroom. Although he had doubts in his heart, it was not easy to ask. He stopped at the door for a while and then went back to his room to rest.Han Jingyu came out of the bathroom, dressed in long clothes and trousers, and returned to his room after drying the washed clothes.

The next day Han Jingyu had a fever, the door was locked, Zhong Yuan knocked on the door several times but there was no response, Han Jingyu came out for dinner at night.

Zhong Yuan originally wanted to tell him about the locked door, but seeing Han Jingyu's appearance, he couldn't say anything.

Han Jingyu's fever was severe, but there was no blood on his face. Looking at it, he felt cold and unfriendly, and even his eyes were frozen with a layer of ice.

Han Jingyu's mind was in a state of chaos, but when he himself was silent, no one could see his weakness.

Zhong Yuan sat on the right side of the dining table, the chandelier above his head illuminated the surroundings with icy colors.

Han Jingyu didn't have much appetite, so he went upstairs to rest after eating two mouthfuls, Zhong Yuan was worried about him, and asked someone to make some desserts to send up, but after going up, he found that Han Jingyu's door was closed tightly.

Now Zhong Yuan is also a little angry, since Han Jingyu came back, he put on that face.The dessert was not delivered, and Zhong Yuan didn't ask anyone to deliver it either.

On the third day, Han Jingyu was so burned that he couldn’t get out of bed. Zhong Yuan was angry with what happened yesterday, so he didn’t ask Han Jingyu to come out for dinner like yesterday. He originally thought that Han Jingyu would come out by himself just like in the evening, but he didn’t expect that at midnight, Han Jingyu never came out of the room.

Han Jingyu really burned so badly that the wounds on his body did not scab. When his whole body was burning hot, the friction with the quilt caused the wounds to ooze blood again.

He drank half of the water on the table beside the bed, Han Jingyu was very thirsty, and got up to drink it, but there was always a double image in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even hold the glass of water in his hand, and broke the water glass with a sweep.

Han Jingyu heard a sound in a daze. He seemed to know that he broke the cup, but he had no strength to clean it up now, so he lay on his side and went back to the bed.

On the third day, Zhong Yuan finally couldn't sit still, he didn't answer the knock on the door, and he didn't leave the room. Han Jingyu stayed in the room alone, and he was always uneasy.

There are spare keys for the rooms at home. Zhong Yuan has never used them to show respect for Han Jingyu. At this time, he can’t care about them anymore. After knocking on the door repeatedly and no one answered, Zhong Yuan directly found the spare key and opened the door. .

There was no light in the room, and the bedside lamp was also off. Zhong Yuan saw the bulging on the bed and thought Han Jingyu was sleeping. When he walked over, he felt that he stepped on something, and when he looked down, it was a broken glass.

Han Jingyu curled up on the bed with his back to the door, when Zhong Yuan walked over, he only saw strands of black hair scattered on the pillow.

When Zhong Yuan saw Han Jingyu, his resentment of being ignored all day disappeared completely.

Han Jingyu looked like he was fast asleep.

Zhong Yuan walked over and gently pushed Han Jingyu's shoulder.

Han Jingyu curled up even tighter.

The weather was already very hot, and Han Jingyu still covered the quilt tightly.Zhong Yuan felt weird, and pushed again, but Han Jingyu still didn't respond, and Zhong Yuan heard Han Jingyu muttering vaguely.

Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the quilt, only then did he see Han Jingyu's flushed cheeks.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, the faint smell of blood also seeped out.

Zhong Yuan was a soldier, so he couldn't be more sensitive to this smell. He dug Han Jingyu out of the quilt, and reached out to touch Han Jingyu's forehead.

The hot forehead made him startled.

Han Jingyu was really burnt out, his mouth was full of inaudible nonsense, Zhong Yuan heard a few times, and quickly called someone to find the family doctor.

When Han Jingyu was leaning against Zhong Yuan, he kept shrinking into the quilt. Zhong Yuan felt that his body was too hot, so he dared not wrap him in the quilt, so he let Han Jingyu lean on his lap, and pulled the quilt to wrap Han Jingyu clasped his shoulders.

Zhong Yuan was already a little sensitive to the smell of blood. Now that Han Jingyu was lying on his lap, although he was very anxious, he also inadvertently saw the large red mark on the back of Han Jingyu's neck.Zhong Yuan thought it was prickly heat at first, but because he was holding Han Jingyu, he felt that his body temperature fluctuated up and down, and he was constantly struggling and changing, making him extremely uncomfortable, so he felt very strange.

The wounds on Han Jingyu's body were still there, and it was burning pain when he rubbed against him. Zhong Yuan held him in his arms, and pressed on the teeth marks on Han Jingyu's chest that had been bitten out.

It is said that the body of a sick person is the most sensitive. Han Jingyu is very sensitive to pain now. Those pains that can be gritted teeth when awake become really tormenting when he is unconscious.

Zhong Yuan saw that Han Jingyu had been moving, and also noticed that Han Jingyu's wound might be on his chest.He didn't shy away from Han Jingyu much, out of concern, he reached out to unbutton Han Jingyu's clothes.

When sleeping, Han Jingyu's buttons were buttoned all the way to his neck.

Under the first button is a thin white neck.

Under the second button is the collarbone and a large red mark.

Zhong Yuan's hand paused for a moment, and then he untied it again.

Han Jingyu stretched out his hands and grabbed the quilt indiscriminately, resting his head on Zhong Yuan's lap, his eyeballs under his eyelids kept moving, looking extremely disturbed.

The third button was undone, revealing more scarlet traces.On the right chest, there is also a shallow tooth mark embedded.

Zhong Yuan didn't move for a moment, he looked up at Han Jingyu's cheek.

Han Jingyu closed his eyes, and there were traces of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

The buttons were undone one by one, revealing more things that had been hidden with great effort.

Zhong Yuan looked at it for a while, but couldn't tell what kind of expression was on his face.

Han Jingyu's already hot nose was sweating, but he continued to burrow into the quilt, as if he was looking for a place to bury himself.Zhong Yuan looked at Han Jingyu's tightly frowned eyes, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Zhong Yuan let out a breath, suppressing the complicated feelings in his heart, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped Han Jingyu up, turned around and said to the person who contacted the family doctor, "Don't call the doctor, just bring some alcohol and anti-inflammatory drugs."

The man put down the phone, answered and walked away.

Han Jingyu was leaning on Zhong Yuan's lap, his legs curled up, his hands clutching the corner of the quilt, the scattered black hair and his almost transparent white fingers gave off a feeling of attachment.

Zhong Yuan's fingers ran through his soft, broken hair, combing slowly one by one.

Han Jingyu shrunk even tighter.

Zhong Yuan lowered his head and put his forehead against Han Jingyu's forehead, as if he was hugging Han Jingyu.

"It's not a good habit not to say anything." Zhong Yuan's voice slipped past Han Jingyu's ear.

That posture was only maintained for a while, and Zhong Yuan straightened up.

The eyes are cold, frosty...

The author has something to say:

Probably only in the middle of the night can I feel the feeling of writing...

But the stupid author is too old to stay up all night.

small theater:

Liu Zijin: (angry) Run away after eating, are you a man?

Bai Yu: (angry) Run away without cleaning up after eating, are you a man?

Quan Yun: (refutes) Anyway, I have a bite of meat...

Zhong Yuan: (Holding his shoulders, sneering) Young man, don’t be too ostentatious