You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

it hurts.

stop.

let me go.

The pale light shone on him, and Mo Xi tightly closed his eyes.

His eyes were blood red.

Limbs cannot move.

Can only allow others to invade.

He bit his lip tightly, but still there was an unsound tone overflowing from between his lips and teeth.

"Young Master Mo bites so hard."

There was a smile in the abuser's voice.

Mo Xi's body trembled.

However, this move only made the man more happy.

"Like it."

the cruel voice asked him.

Reflexively, Moxi opened his eyes abruptly.

"like..."

Moshi heard himself say this.

Humiliation, shame, tightly wrapped around his heart.

It made his already weak body even more unable to move.

Mo Xi said to himself in his heart.

to beat.

Endure it for a while.

In a daze, Mo Xi seemed to have returned to that world.

Mo Xi and his original world seemed to be separated by a layer of veil.The memories in my mind are only blank.

White sheets, white walls, doctors and nurses in white uniforms, and white mandala flowers placed in front of the hospital bed.

"God back."

The pain jolted Moxi awake.

Han Jing's voice was still soft, but it made Mo Xi shiver suddenly.

"What is Mo Shao thinking about? There is no reaction at all. It's really boring."

"No..."

"Ah, I don't want to do it." Saying so, Han Jing didn't leave.Instead, he continued maliciously, "Su Qiao's reaction must have been much better."

"Don't..." Mo Xi managed to pull himself together, he didn't dare to protect Su Qiao openly, for fear that it would hurt him instead.

Besides, Mo Xi understood that Han Jing just wanted to humiliate him.

"Don't go." Forcing himself to say something against his body's wishes, the dignity of being a human being was crushed under his feet, Moxi's voice already had a cry, "I like to be touched by the master..."

Han Jing's voice was slightly hoarse, clearly he was deeply in desire, but he was still bullying him viciously.

"What are you talking about, I'm not your master." Han Jing took a breath, suppressing his excitement, "I have a puppy named Xixi."

"Well..."

Mo Xi's eyes were already red, and he gave Han Jing a hard look.

Han Jing was still smiling, stroked his hair lightly, and said cruel words in a gentle tone.

"Call."

Mo Xi thought he could bear it, but the fact is that every time he heard such words, he felt humiliated and resentful.

Maybe he can't save Sujo.

I can't even save myself.

But...he still has a voice, and his body still works.

He can at least temporarily keep Su-joo out of harm's way before he breaks.

Then it's just dignity...

Mo Xi's body was trembling, he didn't know, he was breaking down in a little bit of compromise.

However, Han Jing watched this tragic self-killing with relish.

In Han Jing's eyes, Mo Xi was like a piece of jade, being slowly carved by him.

What will it look like in the end?

Really looking forward to it.

Han Jing still heard Mo Xi's voice.

The changed tone, the begging covered by crying.

"So nice."

Han Jing sent it forward again, imposing punishment in the name of reward.

When it was finally over, Mo Xi couldn't even make a sound from crying.

Han Jing brushed his sweaty hair back.

Mercifully, he unchained Moxi and wrapped him in a coat casually, as if treating a cub.

Mo Xi half-opened his eyes, without any reaction, and let Han Jing pick him up.

Han Jing took him out of the basement and came to the area where he lived.

Leaving Mo Xi casually in the bathroom, Han Jing turned on the faucet to wash his body.

Mo Xi lay on his side on the ground, the cold tiles took away his warmth.

After Han Jing took a shower, Mo Xi still didn't recover.

Han Jing thought of something, suddenly chuckled, turned and walked out.

Pushing open the door, as expected, a thin figure stood in the shadows.

Wearing a bathrobe, Han Jing waved his hands casually, "Go, I'm waiting for you."

Su Qiao ran over quickly, and when she was about to pass by Han Jing, Han Jing suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Han Jing looked at him sideways, and suddenly his eyes stopped at a certain position.

"Just watching is enough?" Han Jing let out a sarcastic smile.

Su Qiao's body froze, feeling that there was nowhere to hide her secret.

Han Jing flung his arm away, full of contempt, "Disgusting guy."

Su Qiao lowered her head, did not refute, and ran away quickly.

Thinking of that person, Han Jing regarded this kind of thing as a treasure, and couldn't help muttering uncomfortably, "The vision is really bad."

Su Qiao opened the door and entered, and immediately saw the man curled up in the corner of the bathroom.

Even though he had escaped from the abuser, his body was still shaking.

"elder brother..."

The sound made Mo Xi jerk his head up.

When he saw Su Qiao's face, a sense of grievance welled up in his heart.

Opening his arms like a child, Mo Xi was begging Su Qiao to come over.

"Jojo..."

Feeling the warmth in her heart, Su Qiao walked over involuntarily with her legs, then knelt down and hugged that person in her arms.

It's so warm, Su Qiao thought.

Mo Xi hugged Su Qiao, and those dark memories seemed to be purified.

"Jojo is such a little angel."

Feeling Su Qiao's trembling, Mo Xi suddenly said this sentence by himself.

Jojo is shy.

So cute.

Withdrew from Su Qiao's embrace, Mo Xi leaned over and kissed Su Qiao lightly on the cheek.

Su Qiao lowered her eyes, as if letting the king do whatever she wanted.

Mo Xi smiled, he would do anything to protect such a Su Qiao.

Turn on the tap, hot water washes over your body.

Even though it was so sore, Mo Xi still insisted on washing Su Qiao's hair.

Su Qiao obediently remained motionless, feeling Mo Xi's fingers gently stroking her hair.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Xi's hand.

"what happened?"

Moshi's voice was weak and hoarse.

"Brother, are you in pain?"

Su Qiao's voice echoed in the bathroom, somewhat indistinct.

Mo Xi paused, knowing that it was because of the scars on his body, he immediately felt that the child was not hurting in vain, "...it doesn't hurt."

Su Qiao didn't reply.

Mo Xi was afraid that he was worried, so he comforted him softly, "It's okay, Qiao Qiao, don't be afraid, I'm here for everything."

Su Qiao muffled back.

Mo Xi's brows and eyes softened, and he patted Su Qiao's back lightly.

Jojo is worried about me.

It was so kind.

When Mo Xi was full of tenderness, he didn't know that Su Qiao, who turned his back to him, was thinking about the scars on Mo Xi's body.

What appeared in front of Su Qiao was scenes on the screen.

Moshi crying for himself.

Moshi who fell from the sky to the abyss.

There is no escape from Moshi, who is at his mercy.

Ahh, really...

awesome.

I really want to...

closer...

Not through a screen, but with my own hands...

Obviously already vented secretly...

not enough...

For someone like me...

If Moxi knew, he would definitely call me disgusting...

Hahaha...

Awkwardly covering the parts that had some reactions, Su Qiao licked her dry lips and smiled intoxicated in self-loathing and fascination.

The author has something to say:

Mo Xi (hugging): Qiao Qiao is so good, brother didn't love you for nothing.

Su Qiao (licking lips): ...

Han Jing (raises hand): Can you destroy that garbage?

Author: Uh huh~ Moxi will know, when the time comes...Jojo...is still very cute...cough cough~You can call for an update by leaving a message~ What~ Thank you for voting for the overlord or The little angel of irrigation nutrient solution~

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