Chapter 29 Please, don't touch me.

That slap was particularly loud. Shen Jin's ears rang, and he couldn't hear anything except the sound of the slap.

Yan Yu was also stunned. He was already furious, and when he saw that the other party dared to talk back to him and even wanted to sever ties with him, he became even more angry.

By the time they realized what was happening, the slap had already been delivered.

A bright red handprint was left on the young man's pale and weak face, a shocking sight.

"I, I... no, I..." Yan Yu looked at his palm, then stared at the other person's face. For a moment, he wanted to say that he didn't really want to hit him, but who told him to make him angry?

Yan Yu's face was gloomy, and he thought this to himself, but what came out of his mouth was a roar full of ferocity: "Tell me! Who gave you permission to talk back to me!"

Shen Jin's eyes instantly reddened. To prevent him from seeing, he lowered his head, staring at his toes, biting his lip, and trying hard to hold back his tears: "I... I talked back to you... I'm sorry..."

Without the so-called deal, Yan Yu is a dignified president with a prestigious status, someone Shen Jin absolutely cannot afford to offend, and should not have dared to challenge him in that manner...

That slap made Shen Jin realize clearly that he really was nothing... In Yan Yu's heart, he was just a novel bed partner, to be discarded when he got bored...

The humble "I'm sorry" and the way he bowed his head in apology made Yan Yu feel a slight, dense pain in his heart, and his breathing became difficult for a moment.

Before he could even begin to decipher the emotion it was, Shen Jin lowered his head even further, staggered towards his room, and said weakly, "I...I want to go back..."

He was afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, Yan Yu would see him about to burst into tears, which would be too embarrassing.

Yan Yu looked at the thin figure trembling slightly in the night wind, his head bowed as he staggered toward his door. Yan Yu felt a slight tightness in his heart, an indescribable feeling, and instinctively grabbed his hand from behind: "Chen Jin!"

However, when he grabbed Shen Jin's hand and touched it, Shen Jin trembled all over, pulling his hand back as if avoiding a snake or scorpion. His hand holding the key was also shaking as he struggled to insert it into the slot to open the door, muttering incoherently, "I...I'm so tired...I'm sleepy...I...I want to...go back to my room to sleep..."

Seeing him like this, Yan Yu felt a strange pang in his heart, making him reluctant to let go. He grabbed his hand again and said angrily, "What's wrong with you!"

He just couldn't understand it. He needed money, and the man was willing to give him his wallet and support him. What was he complaining about? Even if he wasn't grateful, this wasn't the right attitude!

Yan Yu was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was pampered from a young age. He was arrogant and had a strong sense of self-esteem. He was the center of attention, and everyone treated him with utmost respect!

But when it comes to Chen Jin, she provokes him time and time again! Constantly testing his limits!

Shen Jin's trembling body froze at his words, somewhat incredulous. The pain returned to his face, and his nasal voice trembled slightly: "I...I...I'm throwing a tantrum?"

How could I dare to throw a tantrum at you...

Shen Jin closed his eyes. He probably understood now. When Yan Yu was with him, their statuses were never equal. What he needed was someone who would let him satisfy his desires and who would obey his every command and be completely submissive to him...

So what he's doing now is probably considered touching his sore spot.

"I'm so tired today..." Shen Jin gritted his teeth, then suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh, a somewhat awkward laugh, his voice broken, "What is it... we'll talk about it tomorrow..."

He pulled his hand away from Yan Yu's grasp, pushed open the dilapidated iron gate, and trembled as he dragged his injured body. He wished he could close the door quickly, hide away, and retreat to a world where he was all alone, only then would he feel safe...

Just as he was about to close the door, Yan Yu outside reacted quickly, sticking a leg in to block it, veins bulging on his forehead, and angrily said, "I haven't finished speaking! Who gave you permission to close the door!"

Shen Jin was not as strong as him, so it was impossible for him to forcefully close the door. He was pushed open with brute force, and Shen Jin staggered back a few steps before he could barely stand up.

He slumped his head, seemingly exhausted, his body swaying precariously as if he might collapse at any moment. He looked utterly defeated, his eyes vacant, and he muttered to himself, "This won't work, that won't work..."

If you don't like me, I'll stop bothering you, but why are you still doing this...?

Yan Yu strode up to him, grabbed his chin tightly, forced him to raise his head, and said in a harsh voice, "I told you to look me in the eye and explain yourself! Are you deaf?!"

Shen Jin's face was lifted by being choked, his expression blank. His usually clear and smiling eyes were now lifeless and slightly red. Tears, which he couldn't hold back, slid down his cheeks and landed on Yan Yu's hand...

Yan Yu, who was furious and speaking harshly, was stunned by the sudden tear that fell on the back of his hand. He was a little taken aback, and a look of helplessness and confusion flashed across his angry face: "Chen... Jin?"

Shen Jin slightly shifted his gaze; the redness in his eyes and the red mark from that slap were still clearly visible.

Please, don't touch me... the more you touch me, the more it hurts...