His tone was filled with unprecedented heartache. Wang Jin was startled. He glanced at the scars on his hand and shrank his knuckles slightly. He wanted to pull his hand out of the man's palm.
The man held him back forcefully: "Are you here to teach those guys again?"
“… Yeah.” Wang Jin responded vaguely, with a guilty look on his face, but his heart felt warm as if it was heated by a furnace.
"What's wrong with you, little brother? You've been hurt for others time and time again, why haven't you been so nice to me?"
The man spoke childish words with a ferocious look on his face, just like an angry lion, baring his teeth, as if he would rush forward and bite the culprit who made him so angry in the next second.
but…
The man looked so horrible, but after seeing his injured hand, he took out the ointment and applied it on himself gently as if he was treating the only treasure in the world.
This strong contrast made Wang Jin feel as if a feather had fallen from his heart. The feather rolled over his heart, making him feel itchy. He just wanted to rub against the man's arms and get close to him.
The boy suddenly buried his head in his arms, rubbing back and forth, like a pet that had done something wrong and was trying hard to please its master. The man's heart softened, and he heard the boy's sticky call.
"Brother Heng..."
The sticky voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, so sweet that all the depression in Yuan Heng's heart disappeared, and was replaced by a familiar burning sensation. Yuan Heng's body stiffened, his knuckles tightened, and he clutched the cloth under his hands. But the boy was still unaware of it, and kept acting coquettishly in his arms, which made Yuan Heng feel hot all over.
Yuan Heng's ears were hot, and his knuckles trembled as he tightened the boy's wrist, holding it above the boy's head and pressing it down...
As a result, the sleeve slipped down, and the thing that Wang Jin had just hidden in the sleeve slipped onto his chest. A hint of clarity flashed in Wang Jin's dazed eyes.
He struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the tighter the knuckles that bound his wrists became. The man's expression became more forbearing, and his eyes became darker.
Wang Jin's heart skipped a beat and he quickly stopped moving. He said tremblingly, "...Brother Heng...I...I'm hungry..."
The soft voice carried a hint of pity. The boy's eyes were red, his hair was messy and stuck to his face, and his wet eyes looked like he had just cried. He looked as if he had been severely bullied.
Yuan Heng's heart softened, and his knuckles loosened slightly. The young man's hand slipped out of his palm like a loach, and he suddenly stood three steps away from him.
"..." Yuan Heng frowned and was about to speak when the young man's voice came anxiously.
"I want sweet and sour bones, roasted skeletons, and vegetable leaves!"
“…” Yuan Heng paused, unable to bear to let his little brother go hungry, and turned to go to the kitchen.
But before going to the kitchen, he took another look at the boy. Usually, the boy always liked to follow him into the kitchen like a little pet, but today he had no intention of following him at all. Instead, after he left, he took something out of his arms behind his back and lowered his head to think...
The young man is hiding something from me.
“…” Yuan Heng looked at him silently, lowered his eyes and turned around. He didn’t know how lonely his back and expression looked at this moment.