Chapter Thirty-Two: Transaction

  The boy's face seemed to ripple slightly, and Yan tightened his grip on his fingers, then continued, "For now, even if there is no goal, the most important thing for a person is to survive first. As long as you're alive, hope won't be extinguished, and when hope isn't extinguished, people will always know what they want."

  But her heart was slightly bitter, as if she herself didn't know whether she was saying it to Shao Qi or listening to it for herself.

  "I know!" Xiao Qi's pale smile, that pitiful self-esteem was finally stripped of its layers of outer garments, and it was exposed so nakedly. How could he not understand the clumsy encouragement behind her words?

  She must have understood or realized something!

  "I..." paused for a moment, and indeed, concern leads to confusion!

  Being as clever as he is, how could he possibly not understand?

  However, she still cannot break through this layer of festering boils, otherwise the pus will splatter everywhere and hurt people.

  Some things, as long as you understand in your heart, are enough.

  "Go out! I want to sleep." She gently turned her head, as if her eyelashes had touched the pillow, and her eyelids were itchy and uncomfortable.

  "Then, you have a good sleep!" Looking at the boy's beautifully lined profile, towards Yan's somewhat tense body, he left with as normal footsteps as possible.

  Shao Qi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the huge crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling in the room, which was shining brightly.

  Bright rays of light quietly sneak in from the window, complementing the original color of the pendant lamp, making the whole room as bright as heaven.

  However, he was frozen all over and fell into the abyss of hell.

  "Had enough?"

  The bed edge sank slightly, and a soft voice seemed to have sounded softly.

  "Shao Qi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at him with a hint of puzzlement."

  "You've finally decided to wake up after being unconscious for 5 days!" Shao Hua lazily leaned against the headboard with one hand, gazing at Shao Qi.

  His five senses were more resplendent and profound than usual, his entire face was like the most delicate ivory carving of the finest craftsmanship, shining brightly under the bright light.

  With a strange mist, as if the poppy petals were dancing in the wind, exuding an elegant and noble atmosphere.

  "Where's my mom?"

  Shao Hua's eyes flashed and he said lightly: "This, now and in the future, is no longer something you should care about!"

  Then, she slowly raised her arm and gently stroked his head, as if petting a pet.

  Very slow and deliberate movements, as if intentionally visible every detail of each movement arc, not a bit violent, not a bit urgent.

  But the unmistakable aura, the slow sinking feeling at the bedside, all clearly told Shao Qi that he was the one in charge, and he had no right to ask questions.

  In fact, Shao Qi had never thought of resisting.

  He knew how great his strength was and how fast his movements were.

  He also knew all this and did not allow himself to intervene.

  He understands even more that all these things cannot be rushed and must come slowly...

  Shao Qi remained still in his arms, like a pet being held, as he softly asked, "Don't you feel humiliated doing this?"

  He has achieved great success and fame, high above others, with just a wave of his hand, he can destroy this insignificant ant.

  The disparity between heaven and earth, yet he insisted on threatening and tormenting like a petty person.

  Shao Hua boldly kissed his forehead, listening to his words, and lightly snickered.

  "There are indeed many ways to suffer in this world..." Xiaohua's nose gently touched his, with a deep and profound smile in his eyes. His body retreated into the quilt.

  Shao Qi furrowed his brow tightly, he didn't like this feeling. He would rather be like a mad dog and fight with Shao Hua to the death than feel like this now.

  Unlike the strong wind and rain last time, he slowly said behind him: "Despicable? No, no, it's just that you have too many attachments, but it's good this way. It's precisely because of these things that you'll obediently lie here and be fucked by me!"

  Shao Qi clutched the bed sheet beneath him with a death grip, his voice suppressed as usual, yet still carrying a faint tremble.

  "Haven't I told you before? You're a freakish thousand-year-old demon!"

  "Hmm... if it's really like that, I don't mind, but you..." The casual tone of the words suddenly stopped, and under him, he suddenly **.

  "...it seemed as if he had already seen a bloody scene filling the entire world, his body felt as if it was being tortured, and Shao Qi's toes curled up in agony."

  "Haha......" Shao Hua was still laughing, a carefree and slow-paced laughter that accompanied the sinful and forbidden scene unfolding before him.

  Dazzlingly frightening.

  Shao Qi knew he was Shao Hua.

  But he really didn't want to admit that this was his brother, a blood relative.

  Shao Qi really felt a sharp pain, the kind of pain that wasn't just physical, but seemed to cut into her bones and marrow.

  When he was in so much pain that he was writhing like a dying fish, gasping for air; when he was hurting so badly that he wished he were dead, he also knew that no one would pity him anymore.

  Others and outsiders will not know all this, and he will not treat him as a human being.

  He is just a toy, his toy, a puppet at his beck and call.

  So he doesn't have to mind his feelings and can even enjoy his suffering.

  Because he is here to collect debts.

  Extortion, extortion to the extreme, extortion with cruelty and ruthlessness.

  He looked into his eyes, which emitted a faint blue glow, as if he were a demon.

  He seemed to have discovered a treasure, stroking his eyes again and again, as if in delight: "Men shed blood but not tears, Shao Qi, it turns out that your tears flow with your blood!"

  Shao Hua held all the power, with everything under his control. After they were done, he still held onto him, and across the white blanket, their eyes met.

  "Does it make you feel sick? You should get used to it," said Shao Hua.

  A dead water in his heart, Shao Qi looked at him for a long time and said, "You, you promised me that you wouldn't move the people around me."

  Shao Hua listened and suddenly laughed, but remained silent for a long time.

  It seems to be disgusted with this scenery.

  It seems like I'm just feeling tired of it all.

  It seems even more so because of the unfulfilled intention of pouring one's heart and soul into it.

  He looked at him and suddenly turned around and left...