JingYuan was frozen. The tiny men representing his desire and his rationality had tumbled into a ball of punches and kicks long ago. In the end, rationality lost.
As if he was possessed, he lowered his head down and…
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Who's this? Who's kissing him? The moment those questions popped up in YiHan's dazed mind, he sobered up as if someone had just poked him with a whole bed of needles!
His mouth was blocked. He couldn't speak. He began flailing his arms and feet in panic. Who's this? Who's doing this to him again? Is it Feng Qun? Those disgusting "friends" of his? Did they want to do that scary and vile thing to him again? No! No, he'd rather die!
YiHan struggled with all his might. His nails dug out several streams of blood along JingYuan's neck. Finally, JingYuan snapped out of his fervour. Gods, what had he done? He'd actually taken advantage of the little one when he was drunk. He forced a kiss on YiHan when the other had placed his full trust in him!
JingYuan immediately felt as though he'd been struck by lightning. He hurriedly let go of the boy in his arms. His inebriated mind buzzed. How he wished he could kill himself right then and there! Why couldn't he control himself? Why did he do something like this? How would his little man look at him now? YiHan must think of him a perverted maniac who takes advantage of others while they're unable to say no! JingYuan was drowning in despair.
As for YiHan, he was originally sitting in the bathtub with his upper body supported by JingYuan. The moment JingYuan let go, YiHan was caught off guard. With how violently he'd struggled, YiHan's entire body fell into the tub!
JingYuan didn't have time to be depressed over self-loathing at such a sight. Panicked, he knelt down and fished YiHan back out of the water. A mouthful of water was spat out of YiHan's mouth. Choking and coughing, a bright red blush adorned his face.