An Yi had fantasized countless times about Yan Chen saying he loved him.

There were countless possibilities in his mind, but he never expected it to be in the current situation.

Yan Chen’s tone could be described as affectionate, but there was no ripple in his eyes. Those easily spoken three words were just a “sweet date” he threw at An Yi while dealing with Qin Muye.

An YI knew it had turned sour, stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out.

He was so upset he felt like dying.

He avoided Yan Chen’s kisses, exerting all his strength to push him away, grabbed his robe, and crawled forward regardless of his dignity, using both hands and feet.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to go home.

But Yan Chen was the night he couldn’t escape. With a casual grab of his ankle, he dragged him back.

“You love me too, say you love me.”

Yan Chen’s inducement was like the whisper of a demon, each word stabbing into An Yi’s heart.

An Yi screamed silently, struggling frantically, tears streaming down his face. But Yan Chen couldn’t hear or see him. When he kissed him again, he ignored An Yi’s wishes and took possession of him again.

At that moment, An Yi completely gave in.

The broken and hoarse moans could no longer be suppressed, and almost at the same time, Qin Muye on the other side also lost his sanity.

The desire for dominance and competitiveness in men became the sole ruler of their behavior at this moment.

Inside and outside, a ridiculous and absurd confrontation began.

An Yi’s back pressed against the screen, bumping into either Ruan Fei or Qin Muye on the other side of the thin veil.

He was frantic, trying to get away from the heat behind him, but Yan Chen wouldn’t let him have his way.

Ruan Fei no longer concealed his excitement, calling out passionately, like seducing, yet also provoking from a distance.

Qin Muye remained silent, while Yan Chen cooperated with Ruan Fei on the other side of the screen, ruthlessly destroying An Yi’s dignity.

Everyone had their own hidden motives, but An Yi, completely devoid of any pleasure, was enduring pure and utter mental torture.

By the end, he was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe. Yan Chen gently patted his back, trying to calm him down.

But An Yi just wanted to leave him.

In the past, he could still deceive himself, thinking that Yan Chen had been spoiled and loved by thousands since childhood, and naturally would be arrogant and unruly. But this time, it was really too much.

Yan Chen was not ignorant of love at all; he knew very well how powerful the three words “I love you” were. The man was convinced that no matter how excessive his actions were, as long as those three words were spoken, An Yi would not resist. Struggling was just part of the fun.

Yan Chen understood all of this.

What chilled An Yi the most was that Yan Chen didn’t realize how excessive he was. After carrying him back to the room, he pretended to coax him with a few words and wanted to pass off the matter lightly.

An Yi lay on the bed, lifeless.

When he made sure Yan Chen was asleep, he quietly put on his clothes and left the room.

The villa was in the suburb area. If he wanted to go back, he would have to take a taxi.

An Yi’s phone was empty, the new WeChat account Yan Chen gave him was not linked to a bank card. As he walked towards the door, he thought of other ways. Suddenly, someone called his name from behind.

An Yi turned around and saw Qin Muye. His first reaction was embarrassment and a desire to run.

Qin Muye quickly caught up and grabbed his wrist.

“Let go of me…”

An Yi recoiled as if electrified, but Qin Muye didn’t let go, instead pulling tighter.

When the two were close, An Yi smelled the strong smell of tobacco on Qin Muye.

“Yi ge, listen to my explanation!” Qin Muye held him tightly. “Today, it was all Yan Chen’s doing. He must have said something to Qi Wenxing, deliberately tricking me into coming here to ski and then pulling off this stunt.”

An Yi hung his head, biting his lip tightly.

Qin Muye angrily said, “He did it on purpose! He wants me to know when to give up! From childhood to adulthood, he’s always been like this…”

“What does that have to do with me?” An Yi suddenly interrupted his indignation.

Qin Muye was taken aback.

An Yi had already shaken off his hand, lowered his head, and walked forward.

Qin Muye quickly caught up and blocked An Yi’s path. This time, his voice was noticeably panicked. “I’m sorry, I was confused just now. I should have taken you away immediately… but I…”

“Please stop,” An Yi raised his head, his eyes red with tears. “Those custom orders you and your friend made, I can’t do them anymore. I’m sorry, let’s just pretend we never met.”

An Yi walked past him, picking up the pace.

Qin Muye was unwilling to give up, raising his voice as he shouted after him, “But I really started to like you a bit!”

An Yi tightened his coat and walked even faster, head down.

In the middle of the night, apart from sparse street lights, there were very few cars on the road.

Once he walked down this mountain road, if he was lucky, he might be able to hail a taxi.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and the cold wind seeped in from the cuffs, making him jog in an attempt to warm himself up.

When he got tired, he would stop and rest for a while.

After walking and stopping for about half an hour, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

This phone only had Yan Chen and An Ya’s numbers for now. When he saw Yan Chen’s name, he reflexively hung up.

The other party called again soon after.

An Yi hung up several times in a row, and the other side finally fell silent. But not long after, he heard the roar of an engine approaching in the cold night.

The car stopped abruptly in front of him with great force, sparks flying as the tires scraped against the ground, revealing Yan Chen’s inner displeasure.

Yan Chen lowered the car window and angrily shouted at him, “What are you doing in the middle of the night? Get in the car!”

An Yi pressed his lips together, bypassed the front of the car, and continued forward.

He heard Yan Chen impatiently honk the horn twice. Feeling a chill in his heart, he tried to run, but his feet were lifted off the ground as Yan Chen hoisted him onto his shoulder and threw him unceremoniously into the car.

“If you dare to get off the car, I’ll transfer An Ya to a secret hospital tomorrow, I’ll do what I said.”

Yan Chen warned him coldly, and An Yi didn’t dare to move again.

An Yi tightened his seatbelt and saw Yan Chen turning the car around. He lowered his voice and said, “I want to go home.”

Yan Chen glanced at him.

An Yi repeated in a trembling voice, lips quivering, “I want to go home, please take me home, to my own home.”

“…You’re so damn irritating.” Yan Chen pounded the steering wheel and actually turned the car towards the old street, finally pulling over to the side and turning off the engine.

An Yi pushed open the car door and walked swiftly all the way.

He intended to lock Yan Chen out of the house, but Yan Chen had already stepped in ahead of him.

Turning on the lights, the room was full of broken pottery pieces lying on the floor, just like his life, in a mess.

An Yi sniffed and went over to tidy them up one by one.

Yan Chen leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching him for a moment. Suppressing his anger, he smirked coldly, “Coming back in the middle of the night just to pick up trash? Are you crazy?”

An Yi’s hand trembled, and a pottery fell to the ground at his feet, breaking into pieces.

He crouched down, intending to pick up the fragments, but Yan Chen walked over and kicked it away.

“I’m talking to you, can’t you hear me?”

An Yi curled his fingers and raised his head.

Yan Chen was taken aback by his red, teary eyes, feeling a pang in his chest as if scratched lightly by a cat.

“What do you want me to say?” An Yi stood up, holding back tears in front of Yan Chen, “Praise you for doing a good job? Having fun? Do you want me to applaud you?!”

“Still mad about that?” Yan Chen frowned. “Blame Qin Muye for barging in, could I just stop halfway?”

“Why not! I’m a person! I have dignity! You can shamelessly fool around with others, but I can’t!” An Yi was frustrated. “Yan Chen, when will you give me some dignity?! What am I to you in your eyes?!”

This was one of the rare moments when he lost control of his emotions, and Yan Chen’s surprise momentarily overshadowed his anger and annoyance.

“Always escalating to matters of personality and dignity, isn’t it a bit too serious?” Yan Chen frowned.

“…”

An Yi bit his lip tightly, tears swirling in his eyes.

Seeing his face full of grievances and resentment, Yan Chen suddenly chuckled. He stepped back slightly, crossed his arms, and stared at An Yi with a pair of dark, heavy eyes. “An Yi, don’t forget what we agreed on at the beginning, not to talk about feelings, not to talk about the future.”

An Yi couldn’t bear it anymore and lowered his head, tears streaming down like rain.

But Yan Chen insisted on stabbing him in the heart, “You’re not that young anymore, aren’t you too naive to still believe in love and all that nonsense? Being in a relationship is just tying yourself up in a cocoon. Think about it, being with someone, every day from now on is predictable and boring, how dull. Only idiots would tie themselves down for someone. Houses, cars, savings, stocks, these are tangible, real things. Don’t you think so?”

An Yi cried uncontrollably.

Every word of Yan Chen’s was like throwing darts at his heart.

But he refused to accept it, covering his bleeding heart, he made one last struggle, “But you said you love me.”

“I did say I love you, but I didn’t say I only love you.” Yan Chen raised an eyebrow playfully at him. “It’s just talk in the heat of the moment, did you take it seriously?”

An Yi’s face turned pale, and he took a step back, leaning against the sofa for support.

He smiled, but it was uglier than crying, “Okay, okay… I overestimated myself, I was delusional.”

Yan Chen raised his eyebrows and said, “You’ve had enough, let’s put an end to this matter.”

An Yi covered his face and took a few deep breaths. When he looked at Yan Chen again, there was a coldness in his eyes that Yan Chen couldn’t understand. “Yan Chen, you really have no heart.”

Yan Chen’s expression darkened. “I’m giving you a way out, don’t push it.”

“Leave.” An Yi pointed to the direction of the door, not wanting to say another word to him.

Yan Chen widened his eyes, “What did you say?!”

An Yi, with red eyes, said coldly, “I’m telling you to leave my house right now.”

“Don’t you dare act all high and mighty, An Yi!” Yan Chen was really angry now. “I got up in the middle of the damn night to look for you, and now you’re telling me to leave?”

An Yi gritted his teeth, looking stubborn. “I lost face a long time ago. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

Yan Chen felt even more enraged when he heard An Yi throwing back his own words at him.

An Yi had always been obedient and quiet, never once showing anger towards him in the five years they’ve known each other. So why was he acting so out of character today?

Yan Chen shifted all the blame onto Qin Muye.

“I get it,” Yan Chen sneered. “You think that brat Qin Muye has taken a liking to you, and now that you have a new backer, you have the nerve to pick a fight with me?”

Hearing this, An Yi felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

Seeing An Yi’s indifferent expression only fueled Yan Chen’s fury even more.

“Let me tell you, Qin Muye has always been trying to compete with me since we were kids. Do you really think he has any genuine feelings for you? And besides, he prefers younger ones. You’re too old for him, it’d be like biting into a rock. You’d better give up on that idea!”

With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

An Yi couldn’t hold it together any longer and collapsed amidst the mess, crying uncontrollably.