You Are Deep in The Stars

The moment he was thrown on the bed, Liu Chunchun immediately understood what was going to happen next, especially since the desire on the other person’s face was so naked and undisguised, with scarlet bloodshot eyes spreading and almost filling his gaze. It was completely different from the usual angry, violent, or even manic behaviour caused by Shi Tian.

It seemed more like a crazy beast that had lost its mind. The powerful sense of oppression was enough to make everyone who faced him tremble with fear—Liu Chunchun was no exception. But fortunately, even after his soul shattered, he managed to retain some logic and thinking ability. He didn’t focus on struggling and shouting like in the movies, which would only have angered the other party even more.

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his neck with one hand, lowered his head, and kissed him arbitrarily. His movements were very rough, without considering the other person’s feelings. He bit and sucked between the soft lips and teeth, his actions more like he wanted to show his ownership, or perhaps release the pain blocked in him for this period of time. He was trying to find an outlet for the impetuous and confused feelings in his heart.

The strong smell of wine and blood-filled Liu Chunchun’s mouth, causing his stomach to feel cold and sharp pain, but he couldn’t break free. The hand stuck on his neck felt like an iron hoop, making him feel anxious the next moment, as if a suffocating feeling could lead to a coma. The shirt of his clothes was torn, and the simple wooden buttons fell on the bedside table, bouncing into the clear crystal ashtray.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party let go, Liu Chunchun turned his head with difficulty, finally breathing in the fresh air. But the sting in his throat became more and more obvious. He took a few breaths with difficulty, then pulled himself together and said to Wang Yuanchen, “Please. You, calm down first.”

Wang Yuanchen didn’t speak, but he didn’t mean to stop there. He still clamped his wrist and pressed it against the pillow, half-kneeling on the bed, looking down at him condescendingly.

“I want… to go to the hospital,” Liu Chunchun continued. His face looked as pale as a piece of paper. The dual physical and psychological discomfort made tears inevitably well up in his eyes. His lips were red and swollen, and the fingerprints on his neck were even more shocking. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if cracked earth.

Wang Yuanchen paused and stroked the cruel scar with the back of his finger. Liu Chunchun shivered unconsciously, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin. This reaction was more from fear, but Wang Yuanchen obviously misunderstood. He asked, “Does it hurt?”

Liu Chunchun nodded.

Wang Yuanchen continued to rub the smooth neck with his fingers. He looked very focused, rubbing his thumb all the way across the earlobe, and finally holding the cold side of his face with his palm, carefully wiping away all the tears.

Liu Chunchun pushed the person off him and sat up, feeling a splitting headache.

“Are you leaving?” Wang Yuanchen asked again.

Liu Chunchun shook his head, sitting on the bed with his back to him. “I want to go drink some water,” he said tiredly.

Wang Yuanchen held his shoulders, got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then put it into his hand.

There was silence in the room, and even the welcoming music of the community was blocked outside the glass window.

The phone rang in the living room, stopping and ringing diligently. At the same time, Wang Yuanchen’s cell phone buzzed and vibrated. There was more than a dozen missed calls, all from Han Zhuo.

“Hello?” Just as Bai Xi was about to call the police, Liu Chunchun finally answered the landline phone. He glanced into the bedroom and said, “It’s okay.”

“Are you okay?” Bai Xi pulled Han Zhuo and ran out, hurrying to the parking lot. “Who was it just now? Was it Shi Tian?”

“No, it’s not him,” Liu Chunchun kept coughing. “There’s no third person in the house.”

“Don’t hang up the phone, we’ll be there soon,” Bai Xi said, looking at the time. “About twenty minutes.”

Liu Chunchun thought that he actually didn’t want others to know about it, but without Bai Xi and Han Zhuo, he doubted whether he would be able to leave there smoothly—although the people in the bedroom seemed to have regained their composure by this time, no one could guarantee that he wouldn’t become manic and aggressive again in the next moment.

Time flew by second by second, and there was still a traffic jam on the way into the city on Sunday. Bai Xi was so anxious that he almost jumped out of the car to find a motorcycle driver. While comforting him, Han Zhuo seized every opportunity to weave in and out of traffic and finally drove to Qiye Road within half an hour.

“Chunchun!” Bai Xi knocked on the door, startling the neighbours next door, who thought it was a debt collection agency. Liu Chunchun’s state was also very consistent with the image of a poor guy with huge debts. Although he had changed his clothes and fixed his hair, he was still in a very embarrassed state, and the turtleneck sweater couldn’t completely cover the red bruises on his neck.

Although Bai Xi often joked that he had been abused at home, once he saw this real act of violence, he still became furious: “He actually hit you?!”

“…Didn’t hit me.” Liu Chunchun took two steps back. “Brother Bai, don’t get excited yet.”

“Tell me what’s going on first.” Bai Xi looked like a women’s freedom federation, holding his arm and angrily saying, “From beginning to end.”

Liu Chunchun: “…”

He just wanted to leave and didn’t want to verbally describe how he was almost molested.

Wang Yuanchen leaned against the bedroom door like a sculpture, listening to the conversations outside. It wasn’t until Liu Chunchun said, “I want to find a new house to live in,” that he suddenly clenched his fists, but soon lowered his arms again. He lowered his head so that half of his face was hidden in the darkness.