Hugh Yu laid in bed with his eyes closed, feeling humiliated and painful. He was in great fear and couldn’t help trembling.

Although Hugh’s wife Irene Bai had no affection for him, their marriage of ten years can not be ignored.

"What’s wrong, honey?"

"Nothing."

He couldn’t say that.

He was defiled by a servant. How could he confess that?

"Now, go and have a bath, I have already filled the tub with hot water. You must be tired for working in the study all day long. Go to take a bath and have a rest." Irene was taking off her earrings and in a good mood.

She had a great time with her lover today.

Hugh lifted the quilt and then got up with a red-rimmed eyes, walking to the bathroom step by step stiffly.

Irene was thinking of her lover the whole time, and didn’t even notice that there was something wrong with her “husband”.

Hugh locked the door of the bathroom, took off his clothes one by one.

Looking at his mottled skin in the mirror... He buried his face in hands and cried in silence.

It happened again!

The nightmare of that year was repeated on him.

Because of this ugly body, he couldn’t be a real man!

His wife cheated on him. Actually, in the past ten years, there was no love between them at all! He didn't dare touch a woman because... he was half woman!

Ironically, he became a plaything of men once again!

God! Ten years had passed, why was he always the most wretched one?

"The water is really warm..."

Hugh soaked his body into the hot water, and kept sinking until the water drowned his head.

He choked by the water and started to cough.

Stretching his head out of the water, he couldn't open his eyes.

He still... had no courage to die.

His son was only ten years old, even if he didn't like him, he... still couldn't leave him..

Hugh dried his body and put on pajamas. He buckled every button tightly in case of exposing his skin.

Irene had already fell asleep, leaving a lamp alight.

Looking at his wife's face, Hugh only felt... ridiculous.

Their marriage was only in name. He knew that Irene had affairs with other men and he acquiesced that.

It was Hugh’s father who forced them to get married. At that time, they reached an agreement---asexual marriage. When their son was 18, they would divorce peacefully. In those 18 years, they would maintain mutual non-interference, as long as they didn’t go too far.

They were supposed to lead a quiet and happy life, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

Until...the boy he had adopted ten years ago grew up.　　

That despicable servant drugged him yesterday while no one was in the home.

He had nightmares for the whole night.

In the dream, the scene of being defiled in the study yesterday repeated over and over again, and he was enduring unceasing suffering and humiliation!

"Master, wake up... it’s time for breakfast."

"Master, master..."

"Baby, wake up, are you waiting for me to kiss you?"

"Ah!" Hugh suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling in a sweat.

It was ... just a dream.

He blinked and gasped in relaxation.

"Master, you finally wake up. I am about to kiss you."

A voice, warm like sunshine, was ringing beside Hugh's ears, which made his half cheeks melted like ice.

"You?" Hugh felt like being assaulted by a beast. He turned his head quickly and looked at the boy beside him. He opened his mouth but was speechless. His eyes was full of fear and helplessness, which made him look more charming.

Jola Liang only felt that his heart was melted by the man's eyes!

"Baby, you are beautiful."

He smiled, holding Hugh's face gently to kiss him, and sucked on his lips, trying to taste his sorrow and fear.

He kissed on Hugh’s eyes and didn’t know when he was in tears. His voice suddenly became ... cold.

"Baby, we have enough time. Let’s enjoy it."