Zhishu He tilted his head with a desolate look on his face. He gawked at the dark corridor and recalled their sweet days with the fragrance of jasmine flowers. When Jiang was seventeen, he coaxed Zhishu into having sex with him on Jiang’s birthday. Now Zhishu could only remember the pain when they first made love. The sweetness and love between them disappeared as the years went by. Now only disappointment was left.

These years Wenxu Jiang had seen lots of beautiful girls and boys. He got fed up with Zhishu He’s monotony. Moreover, Zhishu lost the fragrance of jasmine flowers and became pale and weak due to housework and illness.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside. Wenxu Jiang looked down at him and said coldly, “Come in now or stay outside all night, choose one.”

Zhishu He struggled to stand up with his numb legs and took faltering steps to the bathroom, suffering the heartache for the affection between them wore off. The most painful thing was not you never got true love, but that the best you got was gone now.

Wenxu Jiang originally intended to vent his remaining anger on Zhishue as he really got irritated by the cruelty of Zhishu’s words, wondering what was wrong with Zhishu who even dared to break up with him now. But Jiang froze at the sight of Zhishu’s shirt stained with blood.

Zhishu He took off his clothes, turned on the hot shower and stood under it. The hot water flowed through his whole body, washing every inch of his skin. He looked thinner in the steam.

“What did you do outside the door?” Wenxu Jiang asked with the bloodstained shirt in his hands.

“I got a nosebleed,” Zhishu He answered in a flat tone and lifted his hand to wipe the water from his face.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door? If I knew that, I would let you in,” Wenxu Jiang threw the bloodstained shirt aside. He shut the bathroom door and walked toward Zhishu He, while he stripped off his clothes and threw them in the laundry basket.

Wenxu Jiang held Zhishu He in his arms and kissed him, his hands groping Zhishu from the waist to the chest. Jiang slowly frowned and complained, “Have you taken drugs? You are skinny now.”

Zhishu He shook his head and said nothing.

Wenxu Jiang ignored his indifference and reached out his hand to turn down the shower. Then he pinned Zhishu against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips, his hand kneading Zhishu’s waist, one of his erogenous zones.

Zhishu He shivered when his back touched the icy cold ceramic tiles. He was too tired to cater to Wenxu Jiang. Jiang tried his best to arouse his desire, which only made Zhishu feel sick. Although Zhishu He didn’t hire a detective to snoop on Jiang, he knew clearly that Jiang had many lovers outside.

“Let me go. I’m tired, and I don’t want to make love with you,” Zhishu He turned his head and closed his eyes with exhaustion.

Wenxu Jiang paused for a second, and reached out a hand to grab Zhishu’s chin. “You don’t want to make love with me?” he said angrily with a suspicious look. Zhishu He felt pain and tried to push Jiang’s hand away, but he failed.

He gave up struggling and said chillily, “Yes.”

It was like a bomb exploding in Wenxu Jiang’s heart, which completely kindled his anger.

“I see,” he sneered and turned off the shower. Then he caught Zhishu He by the wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom. “But I want to check your body and make clear whether you have slept with another man or not.”

Zhishu He’s heart was broken when he heard these slanderous remarks. Wenxu Jiang dragged him to the master bedroom. When Zhishu was pushed down on the bed, he began to suffer from dizzy spells.

They both didn’t dry themselves, so the sheet soon got wet. The temperature in the room was low because Wenxu Jiang didn’t turn on the air-conditioner. Zhishu lay on the bed, feeling cold all over, his body slightly shivering.

Wenxu Jiang was much taller than he was 14 years ago. He was 185 centimeters in height now, with kind of oppressive momentum. Zhishu He used to feel secure and protected when he was with Jiang, but now he only felt panic.

Zhishu He struggled hard to get free because he didn’t want to be treated as a tool of venting lust by Jiang. It would bring humiliation on him. But at this moment, Wenxu Jiang had lost his marbles. These two days he was overwhelmed with the subconscious anxiety and fear of losing his spouse so that he needed to screw Zhishu and make sure that he wouldn’t leave him. Otherwise, he would get insane.

Wenxu Jiang tied the necktie around Zhishu He’s wrist, pulled him closer to his chest and plunged deep into him. Zhishu didn’t feel good but had no strength to escape. Wenxu Jiang was still young and strong enough to trap Zhishu in his arms. Zhishu He gave up struggling and fell into despair since it just felt like a…rape.

Wenxu Jiang planted lots of love bites on Zhishu He’s neck. He bit Zhishu’s nipple and achieved his first orgasm. Soon his penis got erect again. He turned Zhishu He around and entered his body from behind. Jiang clutched Zhishu’s waist hard and said with a malicious smile on his face, “You are smarter than before. Is that a flirtatious trick? I like it. Indeed, it is much more fascinating compared with being starfishing. You have aroused my lust.”

That night, Zhishu He suffered a lot. He even wished that he could die at once. At last, Wenxu Jiang hurt him because he failed to well control his strength. Zhishu began to bleed. It was hard for Zhishu He to stop bleeding because he had the coagulopathy.