GHLCS Chapter151

Xu Hang glanced at Duan Yelin, then slowly pressed his upper body down against Duan Yelin’s chest.

 

“Don’t you want me?”

 

Xu Hang put his face against Duan Yelin’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. “You spent so much effort, don’t you just want me? Then I’ll give you. Give me the medicine, and everyone will be happy.”

 

Duan Yelin pushed him away: “You are not thinking clearly now, I don’t want to talk to you about this.”

 

Xu Hang bit Duan Yelin’s adam apple and even licked it: “My mind is very clear, isn’t this the deal you want?”

 

Heh… if you were to ask how Duan Yelin feels right now, it’s true he’s burning with desire, but just as true that he’s burning with rage.

 

He immediately turned over and pressed Xu Hang under him: “You are so capable, Xu Shaotang. First you begged for mercy, and then you sacrificed yourself. Where is your self-esteem that you are so proud of?”

 

Xu Hang looked like a broken jar, not caring at all. He looked up at Duan Yelin with contempt, squinting his eyes like a fox that had cultivated and become a spirit. “It’s not the first time anyway, so what’s the big deal about sleeping with you one more time? If I satisfy you, Commander Duan, can you be merciful and give me some pleasure?”

 

Then Xu Hang felt his neck tighten. Duan Yelin’s hands were pinching his neck, tightening little by little. He saw the veins on Duan Yelin’s forehead throbbing, and his jaw was clenched tight with his teeth.

 

“You talk too much.”

 

Xu Hang showed a strange sense of pleasure at his success. He felt that he might be crazy, really crazy. Seeing Duan Yelin angry, by making him angry and unhappy, gave him a perverse sense of pleasure.

 

He managed to utter a few words in a disjointed manner: “You loved my… my purity… my self-purity… but now it’s gone… everything you loved… is gone…”

 

“Shut up!” Duan Yelin yelled, then loosened his hand and punched the bed board next to Xu Hang’s head, causing the entire bed to shake. “Do you really want me to be disgusted by you? If I hate you, do you know what will happen to you in the end?!”

 

There was no face left to lose, so Xu Hang simply went forward, hooked his hands around Duan Yelin’s neck, and smiled: “Oh, the end… is it death? Or a life worse than death? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you go crazy yet. Do you want to try?”

 

Duan Yelin also responded with a tone full of contempt and ambiguity: “As long as I want, I can snap my fingers, and there will be people who are many times better than you for me to choose. You are using your current half-dead body to make a deal with me. Isn’t that stupid?”

 

Xu Hang’s expression did not change. He kissed Duan Yelin on the lips, and his other hand slid down to his waist and abdomen, gently touching it, and then he raised his head proudly: “You are also not completely insensitive, are you?”

 

Looking at those impure eyes, Duan Yelin understood his intention. Because he understood, his desire died down immediately.

 

Morphine, it’s still for the sake of morphine.

 

What they meant was that sincerity can move mountains and shatter stones, yet after all the time he poured into it, it still couldn’t compare to a single shot of morphine. How utterly absurd.

 

Duan Yelin took his hand away, threw him down fiercely, covered his body with the quilt, and got out of bed. “You now only make me feel dull. Don’t try this futile method again. I’ll say it again, I won’t give you even a little bit of morphine!”

 

This decisive sentence broke Xu Hang’s fake smile, and his face turned dark.

 

Duan Yelin fanned the flames: “As for deliberately provoking me… well, you succeeded. I really ‘hate’ you now, so there’s no way I’m letting you go. Stay here, quit the drugs, and endure the pain obediently!”

 

Finally, Xu Hang’s frivolous appearance was defeated by Duan Yelin’s invulnerability. He frowned, stretched out his hand, and slapped Duan Yelin hard!

 

It was as if a devil was nurtured in his soul, a devil nurtured by drugs and morphine. It would amplify all negative emotions—jealousy, mania, fear, anger, hatred, paranoia… every point would grow exponentially and become ignited as soon as one point is picked up.

 

A word, a look, or even a breath from Duan Yelin could easily make Xu Hang explode.

 

Because of this, Xu Hang now does things based on his likes and dislikes. He gets emotional at the slightest provocation and changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

 

He wanted morphine so badly that he didn’t care what he was doing. He was furious when he sensed Duan Yelin’s rejection, so he tried to hit the most unpleasant part in every word he said, hoping to get Duan Yelin to leave here.

 

In the end, soft, hard, horizontal, and vertical methods all failed, and his heart began to collapse. All of a sudden, like a tiger opening a box, all the malice rushed out! “Duan Yelin, you are really annoying. I hate you!”

 

Duan Yelin’s eyes flickered, and he said word by word, “I, don’t, care.”

 

Not wanting to pay any more attention to the now restless Xu Hang, Duan Yelin planned to go back to the study to handle some official business to give himself some peace and quiet. He had just turned around and taken two steps when Xu Hang, who was lying on the bed, threw anything he could get his hands on at his back.

 

“Duan Yelin! I don’t want you to interfere with me! Do you hear me?”

 

The pillow, the quilt… although it didn’t hurt, Duan Yelin felt a heavy blow in his heart.

 

That was until a small paper box, flung by Xu Hang in a fit of anger, struck the back of Duan Yelin’s head with perfect accuracy and landed at his feet.

 

Click.

 

Xu Hang’s movements froze for a moment, and his breathing also stagnated for a moment. Duan Yelin looked down, a little incredulous. It was a small cigarette box, ‘Hongxi Bao’, a kind that soldiers liked to smoke. The amount of tobacco in this kind of cigarette was several times that of other cigarettes, but it was cheap, and the smell was strong and easy to get addicted to. Injured soldiers especially liked to smoke it, and it had a very good paralytic effect.

 

The reason why he was shocked was that despite all his precautions, Xu Hang could actually still hide such a thing around him?!

 

He slowly squatted down to pick it up, turned around, and stared at Xu Hang: “Where did this come from?”

 

Xu Hang turned his head away awkwardly. In truth, he had stolen it from a soldier who was cleaning the room two days earlier and hidden it in the crack of the bed. In a moment of anger, he threw it without even thinking.

 

Seeing that Xu Hang didn’t answer, Duan Yelin almost laughed in anger: “Wasn’t your voice very loud just now? Now that I ask you a question, you become mute?”

 

Xu Hang, who was holding back his anger, immediately rushed back: “What else can I do? Commander Duan doesn’t fall for my tricks, but there are always people who think highly of me. You can’t accept it?”

 

Good, good, very good.

 

Duan Yelin endured verbal abuse, beatings, contradictions, and provocations, but this one cut off the last bit of his sanity.

 

With a “stretch” sound, he could almost hear a nerve in his brain snapping. To hell with all the calmness and composure.

 

When he was furious, there was no trace of a ferocious expression on his face; it was extremely calm, even a little pale. He closed the half-open door with a flick of his hand and locked it.

 

Then he turned around and began to unbutton his buttons one by one, slowly walking back to the bed, his shirt had been taken off and thrown on the floor.

 

Watching Duan Yelin approaching, the light above his head dimmed. Xu Hang’s mind buzzed, and he began to have the urge to escape, so he subconsciously leaned his back against the wall.

 

Seeing that the big hands were about to grab him, Xu Hang waved his hands fiercely: “Didn’t you say I’m disgusting? Go away!”

 

Duan Yelin didn’t bother arguing any further. He unbuckled his belt, lifted Xu Hang’s injured hand, and secured it to the headboard to keep it from getting damaged if he struggled. As Xu Hang instinctively curled up to protect himself, Duan Yelin seized the moment to flip him over.

 

“Didn’t you just vow to seduce me? Then don’t be scared now.” Duan Yelin’s tone was terribly cold, the kind of chilling coldness that was as eerie as a ghost and penetrated into the bones.

 

Completely different from this was the hot body that was gradually approaching from behind.

 

“Just now was just now! I don’t want it now! Let go!” Xu Hang struggled desperately, and the bed responded to his struggle with a shrill creaking sound.

 

Except for the curled toes, Xu Hang’s joints began to tremble slightly. This was not because of his emotions. Duan Yelin, who had taken care of Xu Hang for a few days, understood that this was a sign of drug addiction. He stretched his hand forward and forced it into Xu Hang’s teeth, letting him bite him.

 

Xu Hang did not disappoint him at all and bit it until it bled.

 

The pain surged once more. Xu Hang felt like a pawn in a brutal tug-of-war, suspended in the middle, his addiction pulling from one end, Duan Yelin from the other, each threatening to rip his fragile self to pieces.

 

Under the pain all over the body, the pain from lust becomes so weak that it is almost imperceptible. But the overwhelming ups and downs can easily make people forget their craving for drugs.

 

Or, it’s like another addiction in itself. Of course, neither addiction is easy to endure.

 

“I’m going to answer your question now, Xu Shaotang,” Duan Yelin stared down at Xu Hang’s sweaty back, his eyes bloodshot. “Remember, this is what I look like when I go crazy.”