"Damn it, I'm gonna kill you!"
Xue Shaohua woke up at dawn, only to feel a sharp pain the moment he opened his eyes.
Then he realized his clothes had been stripped off, and to his utter fury, lying right beside him was Ye Liangchen—completely naked.
The excruciating pain from a certain part of his body left no doubt about what had happened.
Enraged, he immediately grabbed Ye Liangchen by the throat.
The sudden chokehold cut off Ye Liangchen’s breath, jolting him awake.
He coughed violently, struggling under Xue Shaohua, who was straddling him in a frenzied rage, completely bare.
"What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Ye Liangchen gasped.
Xue Shaohua panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "Lost my mind? You dare do that to me? You’re fucking dead!"
Ye Liangchen’s memory of last night flashed back—drunk, he had mistaken Xue Shaohua for Hu Yuying. To punish her for not siding with him, he had taken her by force.
At the time, he’d been exhilarated...
But now, faced with Xue Shaohua’s naked, trembling body and the hands around his throat, Ye Liangchen paled.
He, too, understood what had transpired.
Xue Shaohua gritted his teeth, the pain in his body and Ye Liangchen’s lack of resistance making him finally release his grip.
He couldn’t actually kill someone—his bright future was just beginning. Murdering Ye Liangchen would ruin everything.
Devastated, he slumped onto the bed, silent tears streaming down his face.
Just yesterday, he’d been an upstanding young man. Now, in a single night, he felt ruined. The agony was unbearable.
Ye Liangchen, still reeling from the shock, heard Xue Shaohua’s muffled sobs.
He looked over to see him hunched over, shoulders shaking as he cried.
Guilt gnawed at Ye Liangchen. This was his fault.
Seeing the marks he’d left on Xue Shaohua’s body, he shut his eyes tightly. "Stop crying. I’ll take responsibility."
Those words only reignited Xue Shaohua’s fury.
He glared at Ye Liangchen, eyes red. "Responsibility? How the hell are you gonna take responsibility?"
"I trusted you, and this is what you do? Even a guy isn’t safe with you, you bastard!"
Though called a bastard, Ye Liangchen understood his rage.
He sighed and sat up slowly. "Last night was a mistake. We were drunk, and things got out of hand..."
He reached out, patting Xue Shaohua’s shoulder.
The moment they touched, both flinched, a strange tension filling the air.
Silence stretched between them until Ye Liangchen finally spoke again. "I’ll make it up to you."
Xue Shaohua took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, then turned sharply. "You wanna make it up to me?"
"Fine. Then let me do the same to you. We’ll call it even."
Ye Liangchen naturally refused, but Xue Shaohua, consumed by anger, wasn’t listening.
He lunged at Ye Liangchen, and the two tumbled into a chaotic struggle.
In the heat of the fight, Xue Shaohua forgot his pain, and soon found himself pinned beneath Ye Liangchen again.
"Calm down!" Ye Liangchen panted, holding him in place.
"Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down?" Xue Shaohua thrashed, too furious to reason.
Ye Liangchen felt a surge of frustration. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.
Drunk, he’d mistaken Xue Shaohua for Hu Yuying—but he couldn’t even remember the details.
Hearing this, Xue Shaohua only grew angrier. "So you’re saying you didn’t even enjoy it? What, you need to remember it to admit what you did?"
"Let me go!"
The relentless struggle finally ignited Ye Liangchen’s temper.
"Fine. If you insist on this, don’t blame me!"
If Xue Shaohua wanted revenge, he wouldn’t just roll over and take it.
Feeling an unmistakable pressure, Xue Shaohua’s eyes widened in horror.
"Y-You... what are you doing?"
"You left me no choice."
"Ah—god damn you—!"
A tear of regret slid down Xue Shaohua’s cheek.
Three minutes later, Ye Liangchen slowly pulled away, guilt creeping in as he watched Xue Shaohua curl into himself, arms wrapped around his chest.
"Don’t cry," he murmured, trying to comfort him.
Xue Shaohua remained silent, lost in misery.
With a sigh, Ye Liangchen pulled him into an embrace.
If the first time had been a blur, this time had been... eye-opening.
Xue Shaohua had only known the aftermath before.
But now, brief as it was, he’d felt something entirely new.
Hearing Ye Liangchen’s soft words, Xue Shaohua looked up, his voice trembling.
"You bastard... you hurt me over and over..."
The sight of his tear-streaked face made Ye Liangchen’s heart ache. "I... I’ll make it right."
"How am I supposed to face anyone after this...?"
Ye Liangchen gently rubbed his shoulders. "No one will ever know. This stays between us."
If word got out, his own reputation would be ruined too.
Xue Shaohua’s tears fell again. He still couldn’t believe this had happened to him.
"Stop crying. I’ll compensate you," Ye Liangchen said. "After the sports meet, you can have your pick—Hu Yuying, Li Qingxue, Lin Wanning, or Shen Mengjie."
It was the best offer he could think of.
After all, he knew how much Xue Shaohua wanted Hu Yuying...
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