"Don't make me hate you more."
The boy's hands and feet froze, his beloved's disgusted expression was like a dense needle piercing his heart, and for a moment, it was almost impossible to breathe.
He slowly let go of his hand and rolled over to sit up.
Jiang Yu also sat up with his clothes closed, retreated to the corner of the bed, away from Jiang Xuan, bent his knees, and sat with his hands around his knees.
After a while, Jiang Xuan suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes and laughed lowly.
The boy's laughter was full of inextricable paranoia, sadness and desolation.