Twenty-two-year-old Yi Shangyan is at his best age.
The temperament that has permeated the books all year round has washed away the smoke and smoke of the world, giving birth to an overly handsome skin.
The eyebrows are clear and sharp, and the ends of the eyes are slightly drooped, showing a bit of meekness and innocence. The color of the eyes is pure light ink, quietly containing a silent desolation. The bridge of the nose is high, the lip color is light, and the jawline is clean and neat. There is no sharp and aggressive air, only warmth and coolness. His complexion is cool-toned and fair, with a transparent texture that has been cultivated through years of being out of the sun. His neck is slender, and his shoulders are stretched and well-proportioned. He is wearing the simplest white sweater and black trousers. The simple and plain outfit, but it overwhelms the luxury and nobility of the room.
He was so good-looking, not ostentatious, gaudy and charming, but elegant, restrained, gentle and transparent, and the more he looked at him, the more handsome he could not take his eyes away. Like the breeze in the mountain stream or the bright moon in the forest, it is clean, pure and clear, with the warmth and alienation unique to scholars, and it is so clean that it is not stained by dust.
But at this moment, this clean and transparent demeanor was being imprisoned, looked at, and blasphemed by a greasy and sinister gaze.
Sitting on the main sofa, Yi Mingke was the adoptive father who had raised Yi Shangyan for eighteen years, and was also the initiator who personally pushed him into the abyss.
Concept: Yi Shangyan lowered his eyes, and his long and dense eyelashes drooped gently, covering up the sarcasm and chill in his eyes. Outsiders all envy his good luck. He was adopted by a wealthy businessman when he was young. From then on, he has no worries about food and clothing, and has a bright future. He is a lucky man who flies to the branches. But only he knew that these eighteen years of upbringing had never been a gift, but a confinement, a long-planned captivity, and a dirty plan wrapped in tenderness that lasted for more than ten years. Yi Mingke has never been a charitable adoptive father. For as long as he could remember, his adoptive father had treated him very differently. Unlike being distant and polite towards others, Yi Mingke had an almost paranoid desire to control him. He will control his food, clothing, housing and transportation in detail, will personally keep an eye on his study and work schedule, will not allow him to get too close to outsiders, and will quietly cut off all his extended connections and escape routes. Yi Shangyan was still ignorant when he was young. He just thought that his adoptive father was strict and valued him very much, so he was obedient and obedient, carefully trying to please and be grateful. It was not until he reached adulthood at the age of eighteen that he completely lost his youthful innocence and became tall, tall, and handsome. The dirty obsession hidden deep in the years finally tore through the disguise of warmth and revealed his ugliest true face. It was the night of his eighteenth birthday, and it was also a shadow and chill that could never be erased in his life. Yi Mingke's voice rang out in the silent room, losing its usual dignified and gentle tone and adding a bit of strange low-pitched heat. He slowly raised his hand, ignoring Yi Shangyan's surprise, and touched the young man's fair cheek with his fingertips. The rough and warm touch in the palm, with the greasy texture unique to adults, sticks to the delicate skin. Yi Shangyan froze all over, and the physiological chill spread all the way down his spine to his limbs. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment, confusion and disbelief. He subconsciously wanted to turn aside to avoid this overly intimate and unethical touch.