On the surface, he's gentle and smooth, but beneath that he's gloomy and insecure; a quiet, reserved, jealous, devoted older top
Producer and actor turned director
At seventeen, Liang Huai met Pei Yu and gathered his courage to confess. Less than three days later, Pei Yu left without a word after saying, "I hate gay people."
Liang Huai worked hard for eight years, becoming a producer. Smiling and gentle, he started dating Pei Yu again, putting himself on the line so Pei Yu could taste what it felt like to be abandoned.
At nineteen, Pei Yu ran away from home and met Liang Huai. The edges that bristled all over him were smoothed away, and beneath the young man's ardent gaze, he agreed to be his boyfriend.
But the wounds, only superficially stitched shut, kept festering. It was like being trapped in a mire: the harder he struggled, the less he could escape.
When they met again, the young man had become calculating and deep. He wanted to avoid him, but couldn't suppress his own desires. He never expected the young man's love to be entirely an act.
At the airport, Liang Huai sipped bubble milk tea, a scarf around his neck. In half an hour, he would be flying to the Southern Hemisphere for a vacation.
He tore up the pink envelope, blocked all of Pei Yu's contact information, and switched off his phone. Liang Huai put on his eye mask. Pei Yu had kept him up far too late the night before, leaving his back sore and his body aching. He needed to catch up on sleep.
When he woke, Liang Huai's mouth was dry. He tugged at his scarf. Just as he was about to press the call button, a long, slender hand reached over from beside him, holding a glass of orange juice.
The person beside him was Pei Yu, smiling, though something roiled in his eyes. "What a coincidence."
Liang Huai licked his lips, tasting blood. Pei Yu had bitten him not long ago. "Not a coincidence. You're a mad dog!"
After landing, Liang Huai's travel plans turned into a hotel-bound vacation.
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