I really don’t know how I finished taking this bath. I had to wait on four or five maids to finish it.
After washing away all the dirt on my body, I was put on the bed. I was so tired that I fell into sleep again.
Time seems to have passed for a long time. In the dream, he stood in the sun and smiled at me.
There were roses and butterflies flying around him, and such a strong halo made him look so unreal.
"Well...it hurts, ah..." The pain I just experienced happened again to me.
I woke up from the pain and opened my eyes. He leaned over me and moved rhythmically. My whole body was immersed in the boundless darkness.
Perfect face, cold-blooded eyes, and still no tenderness
But no matter what he wants, my body must move with him
He doesn’t love me, doesn’t love me, doesn’t love me…
Suddenly I remembered what my elder brother said, he doesn’t know how to love, he has no heart, and I’m just a tool for him to vent his sexual desires.
"Little guy, are you awake?" His smile, with a hint of laziness, gradually approached my face.
"You might as well kill me!" I yelled at him with a hoarse voice and slapped his body hard.
But it's not him that hurts, it's me. The strong muscles feel as painful as hitting an iron wall.
It's really frustrating. People stand there and let you beat them, but you can't get any advantage at all!
"I'm killing you with my 'treasure sword'" with a hint of teasing in his tone.
I was so angry that I yelled and used all the names I usually used to slander him.