It hurts so much
Song Shuyang didn't care about his coughing. He snatched the cigarette from Jin Zhou's hand and put it out in the sink.
He grabbed Jin Zhou's collar and scolded him with red eyes: "Is there something wrong with your brain? You cough like that every night and you still smoke. How long have you been smoking? When did it start?"
"I've quit for a long time." Jin Zhou looked down at him, his eyes as calm as water. "Song Shuyang, you don't even know me."
"What bullshit are you talking about?"
Jin Zhou raised his hand and turned on the exhaust fan in the bathroom, and moved closer to him. Song Shuyang had nowhere to retreat, and his butt had already hit the edge of the marble countertop.
"Do you know how hard it is for me to endure?" He raised his hand and stroked his fingertips across Song Shuyang's face, moving all the way down with some erotic meaning.
Song Shuyang took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Can we talk it out nicely? I know you don't want me to go alone with Peng Fan, but this time I have to..."
"It seems he has brainwashed you very successfully," Jin Zhou said softly, "You don't even listen to your brother. Why are you so naughty? Your brother is so angry. What should I do?"
Song Shuyang was so frightened by him that his breathing became rapid and his lips began to tremble. "Jin Zhou, be normal. I just want to go out and try my luck."
Jin Zhou pinched his face and slowly approached him, "How can I trust you, Zizi? Since Peng Fan joined the company, how many times have you praised him in front of me, and how many times have you stayed alone with him in the office? What did you do in the office? Can you tell me?"
"Jin Zhou, are you crazy?"
"I want to give you as much freedom as possible, but you're too unconscious." Jin Zhou's fingers had already slipped into the edge of his pants and were slowly pulling them down. "I need to punish you a little to let you know that your brother isn't that good-tempered."
"What are you going to do... well..."
His lips were kissed and his vital parts were pinched. His legs were so weak that he could hardly stand and he couldn't speak.
He really didn't recognize Jin Zhou anymore.
So unreasonable, and what he said was so vulgar.
Song Shuyang cried again, sitting on the cold sink, biting the knuckles of his index finger hard.
Jin Zhou put his fingers in and ordered him coldly: "Don't bite yourself."
He was so scared that he bit the finger in his mouth until it was almost bleeding, but Jin Zhou seemed not to feel any pain and continued his punishment.
A loud cry of pain came from the bathroom.
Song Shuyang tried his best to escape, hid in the room, locked the door, and immediately curled up in the quilt.
Recalling the horrific scene just now, he clenched his teeth and his body trembled continuously.
Before it happened, he always had beautiful fantasies about their first time together, and he never imagined that he would be treated like this by Jin Zhou in such a situation.
Accustomed to his gentleness and consideration, facing his out-of-control appearance, Song Shuyang deeply regretted not waking up in time.
The tears that flowed out soaked the pillow and stuck to my face, feeling cold, just like the blood in my body, which could not be warmed up no matter how hard I tried.
Jin Zhou's voice was heard outside the door.
"Zizi, let me check if you are injured."
Song Shuyang cried even louder.
It's all acting.
All that gentleness and consideration was a lie to him.
He roared hoarsely, "Get out! I never want to see you again!"
Song Shuyang lay in the room for a long time, so long that the room became pitch black. The pain there had long since disappeared, but he still lay there motionless, like a puppet with its soul taken away.
Song Nian called him from outside: "Yangyang, come out for dinner."
Then came Jin Zhou's voice: "He's not feeling well today. Let him sleep a little longer. I'll bring the meal in later."
He doesn't want it.
He never wanted Jin Zhou to enter his room again.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Jin Zhou's voice was still as slow and gentle as usual, "Song Shuyang, open the door. I'll put the food in and leave."
He hugged the quilt and didn't want to say anything to Jin Zhou.
It was unknown what he said to Song Nian. After a while, it was Song Nian who knocked on the door. "You've only been back for a few days, why are you arguing with your brother again? Eat something, or you'll get a stomachache from hunger in the middle of the night."
Only then did Song Shuyang slowly get out of bed and go to open the door for Song Nian.
The moment the door opened, he didn't expect that Jin Zhou was also behind Song Nian, his eyes full of self-blame and guilt.
Song Shuyang no longer believed any of his expressions or actions easily. He took the bowl from Song Nian's hand and said calmly, "I'll eat later. You guys go."
He closed the door and put the bowl aside. He had no mood to eat at all and climbed back into bed.
He had almost not slept all night. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open for a long time, thinking about many things.
He found that he really didn't understand Jin Zhou.
From childhood to adulthood, Jin Zhou followed him in everything he did. When he learned street dance, Jin Zhou learned street dance. When he learned a musical instrument, Jin Zhou played music. Even when he went to study far away, Jin Zhou would follow him. Even his personality was tailored to his preferences, like an asteroid orbiting him, with no trajectory of his own.
So what is his true character like?
Is he the older brother who indulges him in everything, or the madman who lost his mind in the bathroom during the day?
He couldn't figure it out. The only clear requirement was that he had to go to Beijing and spend a month calming down and thinking about whether he should continue to be with Jin Zhou.
Afraid that Song Nian would find out something, Song Shuyang took the initiative to come out for breakfast the next day. He didn't even look at Jin Zhou and completely ignored him.
The table was eerily quiet.
After Song Nian left, Song Shuyang turned around and went back to his room, but was stopped by Jin Zhou halfway.
"Does it still hurt?" Jin Zhou asked in a low voice.
Song Shuyang didn't want to pay attention to him, so he walked around him and went straight back to his room and locked the door.
Jin Zhou didn't leave. He stood at the door of the room and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, Zai Zai, I was too angry yesterday, so I didn't do it well..."
"Get out." Song Shuyang's voice was cold and hard, and he didn't want to say another word.
"Then you still want to leave?"
"Yes, I don't want to see you again for even a second."
“…”
Jin Zhou stood there in silence for a long time.
Yesterday he was afraid that he would go crazy and hurt Song Shuyang, so he chose to lock himself in the toilet and digest it on his own. He never expected that Song Shuyang would break in on his own.
He didn't expect Song Shuyang to be so afraid of pain. It was only a little bit inside.
But no matter what, the harm he caused to Song Shuyang was substantial, and he deserved to be treated like this.
Jin Zhou finally pleaded with a hoarse voice: "Zi Zi, please don't break up, okay?"
"You can be angry with me, or you can ignore me. You can go wherever you want in the future. It can be a month, a year, or as long as you want. But you can't break up with me, okay? Brother, please."
Song Shuyang didn't answer him.
After a long time, he saw a new message pop up on his phone.
I hate Esby: [Go away, I will never forgive you, it hurts so much]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
