Chapter 13: Exhaustion

Seeing Song Chunhui in a dazed state, his usually chatty mouth unable to form words, Li Huan felt a sense of satisfaction akin to a peasant turning into a master. Damn, it felt good.

Not quite done with his teasing, Li Huan pointed to the red marks on his chest, deliberately provoking Song Chunhui: “You did this last night, hugging me, kissing and biting. When I refused, you cried.”

“Like a little kid,” Li Huan emphasized on purpose.

What the hell is this brat talking about?!

Song Chunhui shivered in fear, the pain in a certain sensitive area intensifying, his eyes widening in shock, pupils contracting rapidly. His stomach churned violently, a strong wave of nausea rising to his throat.

At the same time, a chilling sensation ran up his spine, covering every inch of his skin with goosebumps. He couldn’t believe he had actually been taken advantage of by a damn gay guy.

“I applied some ointment for you,” Li Huan said considerately. “It’s still early, you should rest well. I have a competition to attend, I’ll be back later.”

The mere physiological nausea pushed Song Chunhui to the brink of collapse. His eyes revealed panic and helplessness, his mind in complete chaos, unable to hear what Li Huan was saying, let alone detect the slight commanding tone in his words.

The excessive emotional turmoil caused Song Chunhui to start trembling uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, desperately wanting to escape the tormenting situation, but his legs were too weak to muster any strength. Any slight movement sent a tingling numbness through his legs, pulling at the most painful spot, bringing a burning sensation.

“Do you want to get up? I’ll help you.”

Li Huan leaned in, but as soon as he got close, Song Chunhui swung his arm and slapped him right on the left cheek, catching him off guard. It took him a full two seconds to recover, only to be brought back to reality by a curse.

“Fuck you!” Song Chunhui rasped with a hoarse voice, glaring at Li Huan with fury. “Are you even human? You son of a bitch!”

“Brother Song, I’m really hurt,” Li Huan said, covering his stinging left cheek, looking at Song Chunhui with a face full of grievance. “How can you turn your back on me? Last night, you kept your legs wrapped around my waist, not letting me go.”

“Get lost!” Song Chunhui erupted in anger, his pale face turning red. Just looking at Li Huan made him nauseous, goosebumps rising all over.

He fought the nausea, disregarding any dignity, his butt too sore to sit up, so he crawled on all fours, with only one thought in mind: get away from this troublemaker.

He needed to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to the hospital for a check-up.

Li Huan sat on the edge of the bed, watching the show, as Song Chunhui crawled off the bed with his butt sticking up, his trembling legs barely able to stand before he fell on his butt, sprawled on the floor in pain, truly a self-inflicted mess.

The sunlight outside was warm, streaming through the glass into the room.

The light was blinding, and Song Chunhui closed his eyes. The willpower that had supported him through countless hardships snapped like a taut string in the face of pain.

For the first time, he felt disconnected from the world outside, believing that all the good things in life were not meant for him, as if the heavens were determined to torment him.

Perhaps death was the only release.

For someone like him, born unlikable, even the heavens must find him redundant, wondering why he wasn’t dead yet, why he still had the face to live.

So tired.

Death would be better, no more exhaustion.

Suddenly lifted off the ground, Song Chunhui opened his eyes in panic. Even with his three hundred degree myopia, he could vaguely make out the face close to him.

Being held by a man was too disgusting and terrifying. He felt nauseous again, struggling and shouting, “You son of a bitch, don’t touch me!”

After all, he was being held by a man. Song Chunhui flailed like a moth, causing Li Huan to almost stumble. Annoyed, he threw Song Chunhui back onto the bed, bent down to pick up the belt from the floor, and approached him.

His butt hurt from the fall, and Song Chunhui gasped, barely rubbing it before Li Huan grabbed his wrists with a surprisingly strong grip, unable to break free, as a belt wrapped around them.

“What are you doing?!”

“Brother Song,” Li Huan easily tied Song Chunhui’s wrists with a few swift moves, then said, “You’ve really hurt my feelings.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Song Chunhui struggled desperately, warning Li Huan, “This is illegal, let me go if you don’t want to go to jail!”

“I was wrong to lie to you before, I apologize. I don’t actually have a girlfriend,” Li Huan said, picking up something from the bedside table. “I’m sorry, but you wanted to kick me out, and now you want to send me to jail. How cruel.”

Song Chunhui could barely understand what Li Huan was saying, finding him increasingly unfamiliar. He watched as Li Huan unscrewed the cap of the object in his hand, squeezed it, and poured a lot of transparent liquid into his palm.

He had a bad feeling…

“Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?” Li Huan tossed the empty bottle aside, freeing his hand to put glasses on Song Chunhui. “You drank too much last night and can’t remember, I don’t blame you. Now that you’re sober, let me help you recall.”

“……”

The belt was tight and painful around his wrists, making it hard for Song Chunhui to move his arms, his legs unable to muster any strength. He watched helplessly as Li Huan spread his legs, stripping away his last shred of dignity.

Panicked, more afraid of further torment than losing face, he pleaded with Li Huan, “Li, calm down. We have no grudges, let me go, okay?”

The competition was about to start, and Li Huan was just scaring him. They had gone at it almost until dawn, and Song Chunhui was quite sore from the ordeal, especially since it was his first time. Li Huan wasn’t that much of a beast.

However, seeing Song Chunhui switch from cursing to a never-before-seen cowardly demeanor was too amusing. He was really easy to scare.

“Look, there are so many guys in our business department, anyone would be better than me, and you’d have more in common,” Song Chunhui tried to persuade, his throat hurting more and more.

Damn, four-eyes is quite humorous.

Li Huan was intrigued, wanting to hear how Song Chunhui would sound when sober. He picked up Song Chunhui’s struggling right leg, placing it on his shoulder, and asked, “Am I not a beast?”

“I was too agitated just now,” Song Chunhui dared not look at Li Huan’s intimidating thing, his leg trembling with anxiety, hurriedly saying, “I’m not gay, I can’t accept this. Let me go, and I’ll pretend this never happened. I won’t fire you, I promise. If I lie, I’ll get hit by a car.”

Li Huan seemed not to hear, his palm caressing Song Chunhui’s trembling leg, as if finding it too stiff, gently stroking it, asking knowingly, “Brother Song, why are you shaking?”

His right leg was raised too high, aching and numb, making Song Chunhui nauseous. He kept telling himself not to suffer immediate losses, thinking if the brat didn’t believe him, he’d offer some money, considering it a lesson learned for misjudging people.

Before he could speak, he watched as Li Huan kissed his ankle, the scene too horrifying, prompting him to kick Li Huan with all his might, kicking wherever he could, refusing to suffer this indignity.

“Get lost, you damn gay! Get lost!”

“I just wanted to comfort you, and you kicked me.” Li Huan covered his twice-injured left cheek, pondering whether to let this prickly hedgehog go or teach him a lesson first.

Song Chunhui panted heavily, not wanting to die this time, but to kill, first chopping Li Huan’s thing to feed the dogs, then dismembering him.

Even in death, he’d take someone down with him, not letting this brat get away.

“Kicking you, you beast!”

“Brother Song, there’s not much difference between humans and beasts,” Li Huan said. “Otherwise, how could we have made love last night?”

“……” Song Chunhui’s teeth itched with hatred, grateful he had blacked out, sparing him the disgusting details.

Sensing Li Huan’s approach, he went all out: “Try touching me again? I’ll make sure you can’t handle it, see if I can’t deal with you!”

“So fierce, then I won’t touch you.” Li Huan got off the bed to wash his hands, hearing Song Chunhui order him to untie the belt. He shrugged innocently, “No, I don’t dare touch you, afraid you’ll make sure I can’t handle it.”

“……” Song Chunhui almost fainted, finding an excuse to urge Li Huan, “Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom.”

Li Huan: “Can I touch you now?”

Song Chunhui squeezed out from between his teeth: “Untie it quickly!”

“Then I’ll cherish it.” With that, Li Huan approached Song Chunhui again, taking control of the situation and seizing the opportunity, just as Song Chunhui had adjusted to him. As Song Chunhui was startled, he successfully took the lead.

“……” Song Chunhui couldn’t curse anymore, feeling like he was about to explode, nauseous and hating both Li Huan and his own inability to resist.

An ordinary person’s life wouldn’t be smooth sailing. He saw his long life journey as a pilgrimage to the West, never surprised by any hardship, but never imagined he’d be treated like this by a man.

Unwilling…

This damn life, he was unwilling…

Li Huan was too satisfied to waste words, knowing his current behavior was despicable. Song Chunhui had cried from the pain last night, and when he stopped crying, he whimpered endlessly, only stopping when kissed, making Li Huan’s tongue numb.

Afraid Song Chunhui would cry again, Li Huan had to use his comforting skills, being gentle, massaging Song Chunhui to relax his muscles, and finally speaking softly, coaxing him, “It won’t hurt soon, be good, baby.”

“Ugh…” Song Chunhui dry heaved, his voice intermittent, still determined to curse Li Huan, “You beast, I’ll kill you! Even in death, I’ll take you down with me!”

“Really? Then let’s do it until we die.” Li Huan pulled Song Chunhui onto himself, hearing a distorted whimper, while Song Chunhui’s expression was strange, his black-framed glasses askew, looking silly, more fun than the crying man from last night.

Not daring to recall what he had just experienced, Song Chunhui’s heart raced with terror, using his arms to push Li Huan away, almost roaring, “Beast!”

“Is that all you can say?”

“Brat, I’ll make sure you can’t handle it, uh…”

“Mm-hmm, I’ll handle it. You didn’t cry today, worth praising, I’ll reward you with a new position.”

“Ah.”

The more interesting four-eyes was, the more Li Huan wanted to play with him, using all sorts of tricks on Song Chunhui, occasionally kissing him roughly. When Song Chunhui gagged, he’d claim to help him overcome his “kissing phobia,” kissing more fiercely, his tongue like a bandit raiding a village, leaving Song Chunhui dazed several times.

…

Having relations with a new intern who had been there less than a week, and a male at that, Song Chunhui’s carefully constructed world, built through his own efforts, had collapsed.

…

Li Huan planned for a quick finish, but ended up missing the competition. He hurriedly untied the belt binding Song Chunhui, then quickly got dressed.

And the world-collapsed Song Chunhui lay on the bed like a dead fish.

“There are many events in today’s competition,” Li Huan said while putting on his pants. “Divided into several groups, I heard the first-place group gets a 200,000 yuan prize, then it’s split.”

“……” Song Chunhui was shocked, not knowing the reward was money. Why didn’t anyone tell him?

He didn’t like receiving phones, computers, or other random items, as selling them wasted time and effort, and he had to sell them at a discount, losing money.

“If it weren’t for the money, I wouldn’t want to go.” Li Huan said, just as a “thud” sounded behind him. Turning around, he saw Song Chunhui had fallen.

He quickly went over to pick him up.

“Get off!” Song Chunhui frowned, pushing Li Huan away, trying to stand up, only to feel a wetness from his butt, cursing in frustration, “You disgusting beast, if I get AIDS, I’ll stab you first!”

“……” Li Huan couldn’t help but laugh.

Song Chunhui wanted to join the team-building competition for the money. If a group had ten people, winning would mean 20,000 yuan each, enough to cover three months of his mortgage.

Sensing Song Chunhui’s intention, Li Huan promised, “I’ll take first place, and give you all the money.”

“You can’t compensate me, no matter how much you give. This is illegal.” Unable to clear the relationship for now, Song Chunhui’s throat was almost hoarse from shouting, too tired to say more, just wanting to earn his share of the money.

Li Huan just smiled, saying before leaving, “Don’t go, wait for me to come back with a surprise for you.”

Song Chunhui gave Li Huan a disgusted look, pulling the blanket over himself, feeling a bit forced, losing a large sum of money, making him so angry his head hurt.

Once the room finally quieted down, he picked up his phone, seeing several WeChat messages from his junior, all concerned about his team-building activities.

Song Chunhui regretted not listening to his junior, blaming himself for ending up like this. It was his own fault, no one else to blame.

Suddenly, a new message popped up from a certain beast.

Li Huan: [Baby^^]

Li Huan: [Wasn’t it great making love with me, so exhausted]

Without a second thought, Song Chunhui decisively blocked Li Huan.