There is always scum who wants to be reborn

I don't know how long it took Lu Tinghe to stop and go upstairs without looking back, because the drunken swaying body overlapped with the dim narrow light in the stairs, as if it would disappear in a second, or flow back to the previous life.

Zhu Wanxing lay on his side on the open suitcase, his wrists were covered with bruises, and under the torn fabric were covered with bruises and fingerprints.

His calf has been cramped for a long time due to long-term lifting, twisted and convulsed, his forehead and back hurt in bursts of cold sweat, and there was a large scarlet bruise on the back of his hand that was tightly grasping the neckline. Lying on the suitcase like a discarded doll, staring blankly at the back of the master leaving.

Only now did Zhu Wanxing know that Lu Tinghe really hated him, and wished he could be executed so quickly.

Time can dilute everything, but it can't solve any problems, and doing it all over again can't cover up the mistakes he made.

No matter in the previous life or now, he will always carry three lives on his body, and the hatred and loathing deeply buried in Lu Tinghe's heart.

It was already half an hour after Zhu Wanxing sat up with his body propped up. He put on the torn pants with great difficulty, and as soon as he stood up, he lost his strength and threw himself out. His palm fell to the inner buckle again, and a long gash spread from the palm of his hand. As far as the wrist, tiny blood beads rolled out with tingling pain.

He stared at the bloodstain in a daze, his head went blank, his eye sockets were wet and dry countless times, and now they were sore and stinging when the wind passed.

Time seems to be stagnant, and it seems to be speeding forward, the memories of the two worlds are intertwined and shuttled in the mind, Zhu Wanxing closed his palms after a long time, and sneered, "I deserve it..."

He took a shower in the bathroom of the guest room on the first floor, stared at the body in front of the mirror in a daze, there was a bloody tooth mark on his collarbone, and three distinct finger marks on the side of his neck, compared to the first time he spent time with Lu Tinghe two years ago The injury is even more serious when the susceptible period is over.

That was the first time they were intimate, and Zhu Wanxing was covered in scary bruises and finger marks like now, and had a low-grade fever for a week afterwards.

Lu Tinghe stood by his bed every step of the way, grasping his hand and kept apologizing, saying that he was too careless and made him like this for the first time.

At that time, Zhu Wanxing was also in pain, but he was very sweet in his heart. For an omega, being intimate for the first time always represented wholehearted trust and commitment. He thought that even if Lu Tinghe was not as gentle as in his previous life, he could at least prove that he likes himself, so much Let such a calm and reserved person can't help but lose control.

Now Zhu Wanxing looked at the bruises all over his body in the mirror and smiled wryly, touched the bite marks on his collarbone with shaking hands, and laughed softly at himself: "It's not that he can't help himself, it's that he doesn't care at all..."

Plainness is the hotbed of all unreasonable details, too comfortable days will always make people numb, once this illusion of comfort is broken, then all the neglect and cold reception will have an explanation.

Why did Lu Tinghe seldom drink the drinks he handed over, because he was killed in this way in his previous life.

Why Lu Tinghe was always hot and cold towards him, even Zhu Wanxing was busy with work during his hair, because he never regarded Zhu Wanxing as his omega, but just wanted to keep it under his nose for easy monitoring.

Why does Lu Tinghe seldom come back here, except for working overtime in the company and attending receptions, because he never regards this place as his home, this three-storey villa carefully arranged by Zhu Wanxing is just his generous money for whoring.

Zhu Wanxing put on her clothes with trembling hands, and as soon as she turned around, she slipped on the floor and fell straight to the ground.

"Ugh! Hiss—"

He screamed in pain, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, he couldn't exert any strength on his calves and wrists, he wanted to get up several times and fell back again, until his clothes were soaked by the water on the floor, he punched him frantically. on the ground.

The emotions that had been suppressed all night broke out, Zhu Wanxing bit his lower lip and cried in a low voice, his eyes were red, but his face was pale, he punched the floor as if he couldn't feel pain, his knuckles were all red and cracked , as his wrist slipped and grazed the ground, he also threw himself out with inertia.

With a "bang", accompanied by the sound of water, Zhu Wan Xing completely stopped moving.

Just like that, he collapsed face down on the ground, and after a long time, a small whimper sounded in the bathroom, and tears slipped out of his closed eyes, merging with the water on the floor.

"Why did you lie to me for so long..."

Zhu Wanxing clenched his fists and choked, his voice was hoarse and broken: "It's been five years, I thought...we really started again..."

He was extremely grateful to God for allowing him to return to the age of 16, and offered the most youthful and beautiful five years of omega to accompany Lu Tinghe like a sacrifice.

He thought it was a sweet dream given to him by God, but in the end it was just a shoddy scam, and he was the only one caught in it.

Zhu Wanxing took a shower again, changed his clothes and went outside to pick up the star pillow, there was some dust on the pillow, but it was the only thing that could give him a sense of security.

He went upstairs with the fat star in his arms, and opened the bedroom door carefully. Lu Tinghe was lying on the bed with his clothes on, as if he had fallen asleep as soon as he came in.

Zhu Wanxing hesitated for a long time before walking in, and when he got closer, he saw Lu Tinghe's dry lips and frowning brows.

He poured a glass of water almost subconsciously, walked back quickly and sat down by the bed, and carefully fed it to Lu Tinghe.

"Hmm...it hurts..." Lu Tinghe closed his eyes and babbled dreamily, Zhu Wanxing became nervous instantly, "Where does it hurt? Head?"

He put down the cup, helped Lu Tinghe to his lap, pulled the quilt to cover him, and gently touched his forehead with his fingers, rubbing it for him little by little.

"Does it still hurt?"

Lu Tinghe seemed to be comfortable, his brows relaxed, Zhu Wanxing also laughed, the corners of his mouth raised halfway and then stopped stiffly, as if he just remembered that he came to say goodbye at this moment.

"Drink less alcohol in the future, it will be very bad for your health."

He helped Lu Tinghe to lie down, squatted on the side, looked at him quietly, his eyes slid over the familiar eyebrows, then the bridge of the nose, and finally fell to the thin lips.

He still remembers the scene when Lu Tinghe committed suicide by jumping off the building. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Lu Tinghe's father and brother put him in a mental hospital for the reason of insanity in the last period. Zhu Wanxing finally rescued him, but Lu Tinghe turned around. He stood on the roof of his company.

He has been tortured to the point of disfigurement. He is wearing a hospital gown under his coat. under the nails.

The cold and proud alpha in the past couldn't even pass away with a decent posture. He jumped from the sky like a puddle of mud, and when he landed, he was still a puddle of mud.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Zhu Wanxing covered his crying mouth, closed his eyes and murmured in pain: "You left too quickly in your previous life, I haven't had time to apologize properly, but I know these three words are useless, you... and us, It's all ruined...it's all ruined by me..."

The night Lu Tinghe got drunk in his previous life was his birthday, Zhu Wanxing only found out later that he cooked a table of dishes in order to propose to him.

The ring was placed in Lu Tinghe's pocket, and the dowry gift was a will signed in Zhu Wanxing's name. He wanted to use the income he earned from nearly ten years of hard work to marry that little star, but he didn't realize that what awaited him was a glass of drugged wine.

Zhu Wanxing helped him tuck up the quilt, leaned over and kissed Lu Tinghe's forehead, "Don't worry, I won't disgust you again..."

He murmured in a low voice, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the sheets: "Brother, good night, the stars are leaving."