Lin Yanzhi x Duan Sheng ④

Lin Yanzhi's breathing stopped abruptly, and the heat all over her body seemed to be poured over her head by a bucket of ice water, instantly cooling her down.

He's been discovered; Zhou Mo has found out what he and Duan Sheng did.

Tears welled up instantly, and he stammered, "Amo, let me explain... it's not what you saw..."

Zhou Mo had the towel clenched tightly in his mouth, preventing him from speaking. His eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were now glaring angrily at them.

Lin Yanzhi instinctively tried to break free and run over, but the arm around her waist was suddenly tightened.

"Trying to run?" Duan Sheng's voice came from behind.

"Let me go..." Lin Yanzhi's voice was choked with sobs, "Please..."

"I won't let go." Duan Sheng's voice was as cold and hard as ice. Not only did he not stop, but he also moved his waist, making the intertwined posture of the two more conspicuous in Zhou Mo's eyes.

Lin Yanzhi's tears fell even harder, his vision blurred by the water vapor. He could only vaguely see Zhou Mo's figure shaking violently a few steps away, the iron chains on his wrists and ankles clanging as they were pulled.

"Don't do this..." He choked back tears and shook his head, his body's reaction and his guilt tearing him apart, almost driving him to the brink of collapse.

He didn't know when he fainted or why he fainted. Perhaps it was because he had been working non-stop for the past few days and had exhausted his strength, or perhaps the scene just now was too exciting.

When I woke up, there was a faint smell of smoke in the room. Duan Sheng was leaning against the headboard, puffing away, but Zhou Mo was nowhere to be seen.

The scene from earlier flashed through his mind, and humiliation surged in his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a pair of scissors on the bedside table, immediately grabbed them, and stabbed Duan Sheng viciously.

Duan Sheng seemed to have expected this, and with a flick of his wrist, he firmly grasped Duan Sheng's wrist.

The man's eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a cold, ruthless glint. He tossed the scissors to the ground with a backhand motion, then grabbed Lin Yanzhi's chin with his other hand: "Are you tired of living?"

Lin Yanzhi was in pain from his pinching.

"Yes, I'm tired of living." His voice was hoarse, and there was no trace of lingering affection in his eyes. "You ruined everything I had."

Having been caught in the act by Zhou Mo, he was too ashamed to face that person again.

Duan Sheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly increased the pressure on his chin.

"I ruined everything for you? Lin Yanzhi, you should be thanking me now. The one who ruined you was never me, it was your precious boyfriend."

Lin Yanzhi looked completely bewildered, while Duan Sheng's voice was icy: "What, do you think he's some kind of innocent creature?"

The next second, he was dragged into the warehouse's monitoring room. Duan Sheng pulled up a video recording; the footage showed a storage room in the warehouse, and the time stamp indicated it was ten days prior.

In the shot, a man with his back to the camera, wearing a black jacket with a wing pattern on the back, is clearly Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo stands there for a short while before another figure pushes open the door and walks in; Lin Yanzhi recognizes him as a male high school student from the base.

He held his breath, watching as Zhou Mo on the screen naturally reached out and put his arm around the boy's waist, then lowered his head and kissed the boy's neck. The boy seemed to push him away slightly, but Zhou Mo held him even tighter. Finally, Zhou Mo took half a compressed biscuit out of his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's hand.

Lin Yanzhi stood frozen in place, the light from the screen reflecting on his face, making him look as white as a sheet of paper. He suddenly remembered how, these past few days, he had always felt sorry for Zhou Mo not having enough to eat, and would save half of his own food rations for him.

A wave of nausea washed over him, and he abruptly took a step back, his back slamming against the cold wall.

Duan Sheng asked him, "Is there anything you want to say now?"

Lin Yanzhi slowly raised her head, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

That night, he stayed in Duan Sheng's room again.