His Past Devotion Was More Pathetic Than Grass

The bedroom door opened, and light from outside spilled in, falling on his body, soaked in sweat and trembling with cold. A tall man stood in the doorway, dressed in a suit. Yan Lang looked at him, but couldn't make out his face. Backlit, the man's figure seemed impossibly tall, as imposing as Satan himself. He Mingzhou walked over to Yan Lang at an unhurried pace. The faint scent of DAVIDOFF cologne immediately drifted into Yan Lang's nose, making him lose focus for a moment. He Mingzhou crouched beside him, the cigarette between his fingers still glowing faintly. “Mingzhou... I feel awful... Please, take me to see a doctor...” Yan Lang reached out, grabbed one of He Mingzhou's wrists, and begged, trembling. “Are you about to die?” He Mingzhou asked with a smile and raised eyebrow. Yan Lang tightened his grip slightly, tears spilling from his eyes. “I'm in so much pain. Please, I'm begging you...” “If you still have the strength to cry and beg, then you aren't close to dying yet. Since you can hold out until you're nearly dead, I'll take you to a doctor when you get that close.” He Mingzhou smiled and rose to his feet. Yan Lang clutched his hand, refusing to let him go. “He Mingzhou... You can't treat me like this.” There was no pity in He Mingzhou's eyes. His gaze fixed on Yan Lang's hand wrapped around his wrist, turning colder by the second. Without hesitation, he ground the lit cigarette into the back of Yan Lang's pale hand. Yan Lang let go in pain and collapsed onto the floor, like a beaten stray dog, no, even worse than one. “Do you think you're in any position to bargain with me?” He Mingzhou frowned as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the wrist Yan Lang had grabbed, and tossed the handkerchief onto the floor. “If I tell you to endure it, then you'll endure it.” Extremely angsty, the kind that leaves you emotionally wrecked. Don't read if that's not your thing.