Zhao Yijing stood expressionlessly in Su Xu's way. "Xiao Xu, you'll never escape me. You can't fight me."
Su Xu froze, looking at him before giving a despairing, radiant smile. So he was nothing more than a tool for Zhao Yijing to vent his desires.
He'd thought that after being reborn, he wouldn't become that man's plaything again. But he was wrong. He couldn't push him away or escape him, only endure being taken and ravaged again and again.
