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Shanchuan remembered the day he met Jiang Che for the first time, when his mother's sharp cries penetrated his ears. He stumbled as he went down the stairs, and the man caught him and held him up.
He felt itchy.
Later, Jiang Che also stood behind him like this, holding him up and hugging him when he collapsed and despaired again and again.
But Shanchuan doesn't know that all this comes at a price.
***
The man was sitting at the end of the long and narrow lounge, completely trapped in darkness.
He stood up, his tall figure almost blocking the hanging light bulb, and the light in the room escaped instantly. The shadows on his face were dark and gloomy, and the mountains and rivers could not see his face clearly.
No, this is definitely not him.
When the man moved, Shanchuan instinctively wanted to escape. But the familiar voice tied him in place.
"Shanchuan, why are you running away?"
He took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, and turned around to face this nightmare oppression.
This is Jiang Che, it's Jiang Che, don't be afraid.
He watched Jiang Che walk up to him. Yes, it was a familiar face. It's just that the kindness and sunshine are gone. Shanchuan tried his best to pretend to be calm and joked: "Why are you here so early today? Are you... Missing me?"
Jiang Che had a cold face. Hearing the last sentence, he smiled like a mockery: "Yes, I miss you. I miss you all the time."
He reached out and held Shanchuan's face: "What about you? Have you ever thought about me?"
***
Hard-working senior repeater × affectionate business master
Tips:
Pure love in the early stage, forced sadomasochism in the later stage.
Intention: There is always someone coming for you in this world
