Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Use hurtful words to say
He Songfeng's body lay there, naked, with not a single piece of cloth to cover his body. He wasn't even allowed to cover his hands. He could only let his legs and feet hang down in all directions, as if his limbs were broken, unable to exert any strength at all.
Everything about He Songfeng was crushed in Samuel's hands.
Samuel didn't actually hit him, nor did he make any hitting or beating movements, he was just controlling him.
But He Songfeng felt a humiliation worse than a slap in the face. In Samuel's eyes, he didn't even have the dignity of an "animal." He was just an object, and he wasn't allowed to react in the first place.
Even kittens and puppies should be allowed to make sounds when they feel uncomfortable, but He Songfeng was not allowed to do so.
In fact, He Songfeng is not even a string puppet, because he has neither "strings" nor "puppet", only "wood".
He was just a piece of wood that had been stripped of its bark and forcibly carved into the shape of a human. The light-colored heart of the wood was fragile and soft, exposed to the air. Even his trembling could not make a sound in the numbness.
Samuel stood beside He Songfeng, panting and hunched over. The muscles in his arms were swollen red, and the purple meridians were wrapped around Samuel's arms like ivy, from his upper arms to his fingertips, and the meridians were throbbing and bouncing angrily.
"Did you find the answer you were looking for?"
He Songfeng spoke again, tears welling up from his eye sockets and melting into the cracked lines of his lips, feeling sour and bitter.
Samuel didn't move his head, his eyes mechanically turned to He Songfeng. The bangs on his forehead had long been wet with sweat and drooped listlessly, covering his eyes.
Samuel's blood-red eye whites were cut into broken stripes by his drooping hair, just like his heart, which was deceived by He Songfeng and was full of holes.
He was certain that He Songfeng and Ivander were not that simple, but he could not find any clues from He Songfeng.
There were no red marks on He Songfeng's body left by touching, no kiss marks from sucking, let alone other places.
He Songfeng was already as clean as a sesame dumpling. The only traces left were bruises caused by Samuel's pinching, which were purple and black and would not go away for a long time.
“You didn’t find it,” Samuel replied, “but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do it.”
He Songfeng took a deep breath and forced the sour tears back into his throat. He wiped away the remaining tears stiffly with the back of his thin, cold hand.
Samuel pinched He Songfeng's legs and pushed him into the sofa, stacking his legs together to make some space, and Samuel sat down directly.
The body temperatures of the two people were pressed together, one was too hot, the other was too cold.
This action did not mean that Samuel was asking for peace. Instead, he began to become more aggressive.
Samuel snatched He Songfeng's mobile phone away, and at the same time took out the Mac Pro from the handbag. He browsed the phone with his left hand and checked the computer with his right hand.
Samuel read it seriously, his eyes quickly scanning the words on the screen. He interrogated He Songfeng rudely as if he was interrogating a prisoner.
"Who is this guy? Why is he calling you so many times?"
Samuel pointed to the dialog box of his groupmates.
He Songfeng did not answer. He completely ignored Samuel's emotions and stared coldly at everything happening in front of him, as if everything that happened tonight had nothing to do with him.
Samuel's emotions had nothing to do with him;
"Speak," Samuel ordered.
He Songfeng remained silent for a long time and didn't even look at him.
It is really a fantasy to expect a cracked white porcelain sculpture to react.
No matter how Samuel scolded him, He Songfeng always maintained that hollow look as if his soul had been withdrawn. The stinging tears running down his cheeks were like horrifying cracks in the image of a white porcelain and glass Bodhisattva.
"who is he?"
"Speak up."
"Is his name some secret that can't be told?!"
"Name! Tell me your name!"
Samuel's voice was like thunder, and there was a loud bang. Samuel smashed the Mac Pro onto the table, leaving a clear crack on the corner of the screen.
Coincidentally, it was raining heavily tonight, and at the same time, a loud thunderclap sounded outside the window.
"Since you are innocent, there is no need for you to remain silent! Explain!"
He Songfeng was frightened, his eyes were blank and lifeless, and his whole body and brain were hopelessly clumsy and blank.
Perhaps because he had been forced so harshly just now, his body did not subconsciously curl up. He just lay there stiffly, acting like a puppet with broken limbs to the fullest.
The next second, the bottle of wine was also thrown by Samuel.
The bloody wine was sticking to the table and covering half of it. Before the glass could shatter and make a bang, it was drowned out by the heavy rain outside the window.
After venting his anger, Samuel continued to search, trying to find clues to create a foothold for his unreasonable rage so that his anger would not seem unreasonable.
But no matter how hard Samuel tried, he couldn't find anyone else with whom he could vent his emotions.
He Songfeng's social circle is so blank that it's almost weird. He doesn't have Evander's contact information, nor has he established any relationship with Dou Mingxu. As for school, he communicates with professors via email in a businesslike tone; his communication with classmates is more of a one-sided solicitation from the other party. He Songfeng rarely takes the initiative to talk about things other than studying.
He Songfeng lied to Samuel about everything, including his identity, his profession, his family, and his past. The only thing he didn't lie to Samuel was that he was alone and helpless.
His loneliness was born with misfortune.
Samuel turned his head and saw He Songfeng, who had been tortured by him to the point that his body and soul had become transparent.
Guilt suddenly surged up, covering his raging and boiling heart, turning it into a wet quagmire that made it difficult for him to breathe.
“…………”
The bruises on He Songfeng's body were like needles, stinging Samuel's eyes.
He Songfeng was not beaten. These scars were caused by Samuel controlling him, which was more horrific than beating. Every finger pinching He Songfeng's skin was a humiliation that crushed his soul.
He Songfeng couldn't even fight back. That one and only shout was all the resistance he showed.
Samuel soon realized that he had gone too far and that their relationship was about to be irreparably damaged.
"Sor..."
The apology was stuck in Samuel's throat. He observed He Songfeng's expression, but found that He Songfeng had no reaction to his voice.
Samuel bit his tongue and changed the subject to question:
"So... you don't have any friends?"
Until this moment, Samuel still believed that He Songfeng had betrayed him. It was just that He Songfeng was too pitiful at the moment, and he felt sorry for He Songfeng and was reluctant to torment him to the point of being shattered and irreparable.
Samuel's tone became less aggressive, and his gaze changed from scrutiny to a calm gaze.
A self-righteous transparent step was handed to the feet of the transparent and dying He Songfeng.
He Songfeng did not step down the stairs, but his eyes moved slowly, little by little, to Samuel.
Under Samuel's self-righteous and arrogant gaze, He Songfeng weakly uttered three words from his throat.
I [****] YOU
The middle words were difficult to hear clearly because He Songfeng's voice was too floating, so Samuel only heard "I" and "you".
So Samuel hunched his back and lowered his head, actively moving closer to He Songfeng. He had already arbitrarily defined this sentence as: I love you, so when he approached, he had a determined smile on his face.
Samuel's body lowered again and again, like a mountain, sinking down with the momentum to crush He Songfeng.
Bang!!!!
A slap landed on Samuel's face without warning, but the matter did not end there. Immediately afterwards, Samuel heard an extremely sharp remark from He Songfeng:
“I HATE YOU.”
He Songfeng's tone was so calm that not even his chest rose or fell. He continued without any emotion or expression, "Get away from me."
At this moment, He Songfeng's soul was still wandering outside his body, and his eyes were still pale and unfocused. It was only this strong hatred that made him act like this and say such words.
The coagulated blood in Samuel's nose was revived by the slap. The blood began to roll down again, twisting and swirling between his lips, unable to find a way to escape.
Samuel raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nose to the side, and there was a large patch of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Samuel cupped his hands, lowered his head, and almost buried it in his bloody palms, and into the palm lines that were completely soaked with blood.
He Songfeng turned around and picked up the clothes that fell under the sofa.
Samuel suddenly spoke up and asked faintly, "What did you say?"
He Songfeng picked up the piece of clothing, covered his heart with it, and replied casually: "I hate you."
At this time, the heavy rain outside the window showed no signs of stopping, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that it was like a hurricane wrapped in raindrops that hit the window fiercely again, making a ping-pong sound that made people panic.
The sound of rain was louder than the sound of two people arguing in the room.
If Samuel grabbed He Songfeng's neck at this moment and strangled his screams in his throat, no one would know even if he dragged He Songfeng to a deserted place and locked him up on this rainy night.
Samuel's hands were covering his face, ready to move. Samuel's eyes shot out two cold slices of light from between his fingers, and he peeked at He Songfeng obscenely through the narrow gap.
"You can't say that." Samuel warned He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was unmoved by his warning and continued to put on his clothes. He pulled the hair that was hanging randomly on the back of his head to the front of his body and put his arms as thin as bamboo poles through it, trying to untangle the tangled hair.
"You can't hate me." Samuel choked again, his voice muffled from his palm, making it hard to breathe. "I said, you can't hate me."
He Songfeng's movements did not stop at all. He was still tidying himself up, trying to make himself look as radiant as before he woke up.
But when he saw the circles of bruises on his arms that looked like ink, his heart sank.
He Songfeng loves beauty so much, but her body has so many scars for no reason.
He raised his eyes and responded to Samuel's gaze, his eyes filled with deep hatred, hating Samuel for turning his handsome self into such an ugly appearance.
"I said you can't hate me. I've been so good to you, you can't!"
Samuel felt that his authority was being challenged, and his voice suddenly turned into an extreme command. He suddenly took his hands off his face, leaving only a ferocious look on his face for He Songfeng to face.
All the sounds were quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.
All the anger and roaring could not escape from this room.
Naturally, He Songfeng's cries for help could not escape the sound of the room, so He Songfeng never tried to save himself because he knew no one could hear him.
Samuel sat closer to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng suddenly stood up and ran barefoot to a place within an arm's length of Samuel, always keeping a distance and paying close attention to Samuel's every move.
However, no matter how hard He Songfeng tried to escape, he was only a short distance away. Samuel suddenly rushed forward and grabbed him into his arms.
He Songfeng instantly turned into rotten wood in Samuel's arms.
He thought he was going to be beaten or raped. His body was disconnected from his brain. His pretty face turned pale and dazed. His limbs were broken in Samuel's arms. His body turned into a rotten board and his eyes drooped weakly into the bottom of his sockets.
But what he got in return was Samuel's careful touch and compassionate kiss.
His face still had that ferocious look, with deep sunken eyebrows and a pair of blood-oozing eyes buried under his eyelashes. He looked very much like the devil in the mural, except for the devil's horns.
But Samuel did not choose to continue to worsen the relationship. All the anger towards He Songfeng turned into a hoarse voice of compromise in his throat at this moment:
"Let's both take a step back from what happened tonight and pretend nothing happened. I can forgive your infidelity, but you can't say such things again."
The change came so suddenly that He Songfeng couldn't even react.
Perhaps it was because He Songfeng suddenly stood up and escaped that Samuel realized that if he pushed him out again, he would really not be able to hold him.
Samuel buried his head low, his fingers inserted into the hair at the back of He Songfeng's head, patiently untangling the tangled hair strand by strand, as if he was trying to untie the chaotic emotions of the two people.
"Everyone should take a step back."
Samuel passed the step over again, and at the same time, he pressed his hands down harder on He Songfeng's waist.
He Songfeng understood without looking down that there was a clear palm print on his lower back. In two minutes, the blood clot would flow back to his skin and become one of the many wounds on his skin.
It's obvious that Samuel was a child who had never lacked material things since childhood, so he didn't know how to cherish his toys at all. He would only use rough actions to force his toys to obey him again and again. A slap on the toy, no matter how noisy it was, would smash it to the ground and make it unable to move, leaving it at the mercy of others.
Samuel's abuse of He Songfeng tonight was the result of his tolerance and concession.
At least he didn't actually slap him and forcibly pull out He Songfeng's battery.
"Are you tired?" Samuel asked.
He Songfeng remained silent.
"Let's rest," Samuel continued.
He Songfeng still looked lifeless, and he didn't even clench his hands as he hung down.
"If you don't say anything, I will hold you until you are willing."
Samuel's embrace was scorching hot like magma. He Songfeng was like a dead shrimp immersed in boiling water. His body gradually turned red and curled up.
I do? He Songfeng wanted to laugh.
As Samuel's arms tightened, a strong feeling of retching rushed from He Songfeng's stomach to his throat. He Songfeng's body twitched and he retched.
But there was only wine and extremely pungent stomach acid in He Songfeng's stomach.
These things poured out from He Songfeng's throat, and the beige sofa and Samuel's white shirt were immediately stained with a foul smell.
He Songfeng had never drunk concentrated sulfuric acid, but he thought that this was probably what it tasted like.
Intense corrosive stinging lingered in his nose and throat. Every breath he took was like a torture to his mouth, nose, and throat. The skin on his body was transformed into tiny blades. With every breath he took, the blades vibrated, drilling into his flesh and bones, cutting the air into incomplete fragments and turning breathing into an extremely harsh punishment.
And it wasn't just his mouth, nose, and throat that were suffering; his entire internal organs were churning. They seemed to have a consciousness of their own, clamoring to rush out of this crippled body. The restlessness in his lower abdomen almost drove He Songfeng to death from the pain.
The huge amount of red wine pouring out of his mouth and nose made it difficult to tell whether it was blood or wine.
But the alcohol concentration in the air soared, and by accident, He Songfeng proved himself once again.
The half bottle of wine that fell on the ground was indeed drunk by him himself, and no one else drank with him.
He Songfeng looked like a broken man in Samuel's arms.
It’s not that he’s dead, but he’s not very angry about being alive either.
"Let me go."
He Songfeng said softly.
Samuel didn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head and listened carefully.
"Let me go." He Songfeng spoke again, his loudest voice just coming out of anger.
"I'll carry you to take a bath."
Samuel's voice trembled violently. The rich young man with abundant material wealth slowly realized that the only doll in the world would be injured if it was used too hard, and it would not start over just by spending money to buy another one.
Samuel's hands were shaking. He couldn't tell the difference between wine and blood. If He Songfeng vomited blood, he didn't dare to think about it. He didn't dare to think about it at all...
Samuel put his left arm around He Songfeng's waist, and anxiously wiped the hair off his face onto his head with his right hand, but the hair fell off quickly, and his anxiety clung to his face.
Even with He Songfeng sitting there, his legs were still shaking restlessly.
"I'll have a doctor come to check on you right away. I swear I didn't touch you anywhere. I just squeezed your arms, your waist, and your legs. I promise I didn't hurt you."
He Songfeng's mouth moved slightly, and he had only one request, which was: "Let me go."
Samuel carried He Songfeng to the sofa near the balcony, which was not affected by the dispute and was still clean.
Only here did he let He Songfeng go.
Samuel stood in front of He Songfeng, placing his hands in a daze, looking like an ignorant child who had done something wrong. Faced with the current situation, he didn't know what to do.
"I'll get you a glass of water."
Samuel said this, deciding to escape from this suffocating and sour scene first.
He Songfeng lowered his head and took in his current extremely miserable state.
He took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands helplessly.
The tears dried up, leaving only blank sadness drying in the eyes.
By the time Samuel came back with the water, He Songfeng had already put on his clothes. His clothes were also dirty, stained with blood-red wine stains. He could smell the bitter and astringent smell of stomach acid without getting close.
He Songfeng looked like a walking corpse, walking towards the door of the apartment with unsteady steps.
Unfortunately, he was stopped by Samuel halfway.
Samuel said, "Don't wear it."
He Songfeng frowned, and a thin voice hummed out of his nose: "Can't I wear clothes?"
"That's not what I meant. I meant..."
Samuel's brows also frowned, and his hand subconsciously grabbed He Songfeng's arm again, and without him realizing it, he hurt He Songfeng again.
He Songfeng covered his mouth with both hands and vomited again, but his stomach was already empty, and vomiting any more would only cause severe harm to his body.
A trembling voice floated out from He Songfeng's body: "You mean that these things on me were bought by you and I can't take them away, is that right?"
"I'll take it off."
He Songfeng's hands were clenched on the corner of his clothes.
Samuel's whole body trembled violently, and his face was full of confusion and incomprehension.
He had only wanted an explanation from He Songfeng from the beginning, but how did it become like he wanted to drive He Songfeng away? He had never, not even for a second, thought of forcing He Songfeng away.
Something that has never happened.
On the contrary, Samuel's repeated concessions proved that he had begun to fear He Songfeng's departure.
"I want to leave."
He Songfeng said.
"Where can you go? It's raining heavily outside. Whatever you want to do, stay here first, take a shower, drink some water, and wait for the doctor to come. It's not too late to discuss anything tomorrow."
Samuel's hand tightly gripped He Songfeng's arm.
"Every second, every minute I spend around you makes me sick, and I can't bear to stay any longer."
He Songfeng shook off Samuel's arm, and now it was his turn to point at Samuel.
"I must leave you." His tone was firm.
Samuel's head was buzzing, and he was obviously not hit, but he subconsciously touched his philtrum and looked at the palm of his hand. There was no new nosebleed, but his eyes were still red and black.
"Well, if that's what you said, then you should take off everything. Your watch, your bracelet, take them all off. These are all bought by me for you, and you are not allowed to take them away."
These angry words came out of Samuel's chest without thinking.
Before He Songfeng could say anything, Samuel's ears were completely filled with tinnitus.
He wanted to take back his words, but He Songfeng had already heard it.
The original intention of this angry remark was not to really drive He Songfeng away. Samuel wanted He Songfeng to give up.
He thought that He Songfeng was such a shy boy, and he would never leave here naked and go into the turbulent rain outside the door.
But unfortunately——
The shy character was played by He Songfeng.
When He Songfeng decided to leave, he left silently and irreversibly.
He Songfeng did not hesitate at all. Under Samuel's gaze, he quickly took off his dirty clothes, and treated the watch and Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet on his wrist as shackles that bound him. He took them off happily and threw them away.
It's more disgusting to stay with Samuel than to be with him.
There is no reluctance, no attachment, and no embarrassment, but rather more of a sense of relief after breaking free.
He Songfeng turned and left.
He walked out of the apartment naked and into the rain.
The rain lines were like layers of gauze curtains, easily erasing the thin and disheveled figure, turning it into a raindrop under the gray and black night sky, falling alone in a corner of the world that no one cared about.
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