Afterwards, Zheng Yang got up and went to take a shower. Liu Yisheng lay on the bed, unable to straighten his back completely. However, he still had to tidy up the messy bed, which was considered part of his job. He struggled to climb down from the bed, feeling his legs trembling, and there was stickiness between his legs as the thing that Zheng Yang shot inside him continued to flow out. Liu Yisheng wiped himself with tissues.

He picked up his clothes and felt the bruises and hickies on his body. He buttoned up his shirt all the way to the top, the finger marks on his neck still evident. His underwear was wet, so Liu Yisheng stuffed it into the pocket of his backpack and directly put on his outer pants. When Zheng Yang came out, he gave him a squeeze on his buttocks and noticed that he wasn't even wearing underwear, causing him to furrow his brow and curse at him, "You despicable person!"

Following along, he said mockingly, "Feels good, huh?"

That condescending tone, as if everything before was a reward bestowed upon Liu Yisheng, "Isn't this what you've been seeking all these years by my side? Are you happy now?"

Liu Yisheng lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, silently preparing to leave. Zheng Yang suddenly became furious, grabbing his collar and pinching his chin to force him to look at him. "Don't put on such a deadpan face. You like me, don't you? What are you pretending for now?" He flung Liu Yisheng to the side and sat back on the sofa, staring at him with an impatient expression, as if saying:

- Just a mere dog, that's all.

Liu Yisheng felt like he couldn't breathe, Zheng Yang's gaze always made him uncomfortable.

When he left, Zheng Yang habitually saw him off. At first, Zheng Yang had been polite to Liu Yisheng. Every time, he would open the door to welcome him. After Liu Yisheng finished all the housework, Zheng Yang would pat his head and remind him to be careful on his way home. Although there might not be a smile on his face, at least his tone was still gentle. But now, as Zheng Yang leaned against the door, he looked at him coldly as he changed his shoes, and suddenly said coldly, "You don't actually like her, do you?"

Liu Yisheng trembled when he looked up and met Zheng Yang's disdainful gaze. The two of them locked eyes, but neither said a word.

The atmosphere was icy and unfamiliar, as if there was an inexplicable negative emotion lingering between the two. However, Liu Yisheng did not show any emotion at all. His gaze was cold and indifferent. He simply averted his eyes without a word, as if he hadn't heard anything. Zheng Yang felt even more angry. After Liu Yisheng walked out, he angrily slammed the door shut.

Liu Yisheng smiled bitterly outside the door, wondering how he would climb the next staircase.

No one could sense the frequent dull pain in his heart.

Like a discarded, filthy dog, it whimpered along the hallway, its body pressed against the door for support. Whenever someone opened the door, it would rub against their leg, and then...

The man stretched his leg and kicked him fiercely, delivering a powerful blow to his abdomen. His back slammed against the wall, and his body fell back to the ground.

Curses followed, calling the dog names like "stupid dog," "smelly dog," "dead dog"...

Poor and pitiful Liu Yisheng, later on he also thought about rebelling against Zheng Yang. Instead of engaging directly, he wanted to escape. He wanted to leave the scene, he wanted to run away. He resisted him, unwilling to be pulled back. He truly wanted to break free from him.

Many things, once they happen, there's no way to change them.

For example, a girl's first time, for example, aborted child, for example, death... for example, become a dog.

Liu Yisheng is not a dog, so he has to do even more...

In the days that followed, Liu Yisheng had an additional task. During class, Zheng Yang would pass him notes with the words "Come to my house tonight" written on them. Sometimes during lunch break, Zheng Yang would send him text messages asking him to go to the restroom. If they happened to have physical education class on a day when the classroom was empty, Zheng Yang would also press him against the desk. A man's lower half became his job.

In everyone's eyes, Liu Yisheng undoubtedly became close to Zheng Yang again. It seemed that his newly-formed relationship was also abandoned at that time, and Zheng Yang had the leisure to play with him again. Everyone thought that Liu Yisheng must be overjoyed. However, only Liu Yisheng himself knew that this might be a form of violence.

Zheng Yang's temper hasn't improved since that day.

His face was still cold, and his actions were extremely violent. Pressing down on Liu Yisheng's head, he made him kneel in front of him, forcing him to perform oral sex. Or he would make him turn his back to him, kneel down and spread his legs, then spank Liu Yisheng's buttocks. His fingers would knead his buttocks, leaving red and purple marks, the lubrication rough, making the penetration even more painful.

Every time, Zheng Yang would tightly hold onto Liu Yisheng's waist, not letting him escape. He would even vigorously spank his buttocks, trying to make him relax. Zheng Yang said, "This is what you wanted, Liu Yisheng, don't act like I'm raping you." However, Liu Yisheng didn't feel any pleasure, only left with Zheng Yang absentmindedly soothing his genitals after quickly ejaculating. The man would then put on his pants and leave, repeatedly rubbing and washing his palms by the water pool. More often than not, after venting his frustrations, Zheng Yang would simply leave Liu Yisheng there alone.

Liu Yisheng was stunned for half a moment before recovering his senses. He silently stared at the ceiling with an expressionless face, and then slowly stood up to tidy himself, as if nothing had happened.

Yes, everything is as usual.

Including the ex-girlfriend who had an abortion, a girl named Qin Mei, she still wanted Liu Yisheng to continue being considerate and gentle towards her. Girls often confuse a guy who treats them well with a guy who likes them. Qin Mei was just like that, she thought that Liu Yisheng should like her. However, she proudly thought to herself, "I won't like you. The one I like is Zheng Yang."

So, she still enjoyed chatting with Liu Yisheng.

She asked him, "Has Zheng Yang ever mentioned me?"

She asked him, "Did Zheng Yang really break up with that little bitch?"

She asked him, "Is Zheng Yang not involved with any other girls right now? Is he waiting for me?"

Liu Yisheng could only force a weak smile. He knew nothing at all. He thought that the girl had just had an abortion and probably still needed Zheng Yang's comfort. So he helped to coax her, just like what he had done in the past: he helped to vindicate Zheng Yang, to explain things for Zheng Yang.

The girl laughed at him, "You don't need to speak up for him, I know it myself." The girl's expression was no longer disguised, and her whole being turned cold. She looked at the man at the other end of the classroom from a distance and said, "Who does he like? He's just a selfish guy."

Everyone could see through him, in fact, no girl ever truly believed Zheng Yang's sweet talk.

The sentence '那些在床上说的我喜欢你。' can be translated to English as: "I love you, those words spoken on the bed."

You look so beautiful on ordinary days.

I will love you forever, as promised.

No one has ever believed it.

But that's just how girls are, they can't help but become infatuated with a man like this, thinking how wonderful it would be if he belonged to me.

There were many girls who actively pursued Zheng Yang by sending him photos on his phone and speaking flirtatiously. They wanted to invite Zheng Yang out to play, to have him kiss and touch them, and eventually enter their bodies. It seemed like the so-called love was just about moaning and getting lost under a man, being embraced, and having two bodies pressed together.

"He is actually very gentle in bed," Kinami said.

Liu Yisheng suddenly felt nauseous.

Of course, Liu Yisheng tried his best to smile and nod at Qin Mei. But Qin Mei only stared coldly at his face, her gaze landing on his neck. Subconsciously, Liu Yisheng covered his neck, wondering if Zheng Yang had left a hickey. He felt a little flustered, but Qin Mei just smiled meaningfully and didn't say anything.

However, that gaze and smile... felt like someone was stroking his head, running their fingers through his hair, but mockingly saying, "Good dog, such a good dog."

Qin Mei finally managed to get together with Zheng Yang again.

On that day, Liu Yisheng was asked to stay in the office after school to help out. He had left his cellphone in the classroom and was worried that Zheng Yang would be angry if he couldn't find him. However, the teacher kept him for too long. Finally, when it was over, he ran back to the classroom. At the moment the door opened, he saw a man and a woman inside.

Zheng Yang had his back turned to him, while Qin Mei sat on the table with her feet wrapped around Zheng Yang's waist. Their bodies continued to collide. He saw the girl's flushed face and heard her distinct panting. It felt like the air temperature had risen because of their body heat. This time, Liu Yisheng finally understood what Zheng Yang looked like when he was gentle.

He held the girl's chest in his hands, licking and kissing, with vigorous movements below, while his touch was gentle. His palm slid along her waistline as he embraced her for a kiss, their lips and tongues entwined, soothing every inch of her hungry skin with tenderness, afraid that she would feel pain, afraid that she would be hurt.

Liu Yisheng lowered his head and went inside to retrieve his bag. He closed the door very softly but couldn't help but turn around and take one last glance, only to meet Zheng Yang's gaze as he looked over upon hearing the sound.

In the instant where their eyes met, he saw Zheng Yang's mouth curl up into an inexplicably wicked smile. He leaned over to kiss the girl once again, but this time with a domineering and forceful kiss. Qin Mei struggled to resist him, trying to push him away, but Zheng Yang tightened his grip on her chin, forcing her to endure it, while his eyes remained fixed on Liu Yisheng.

The meaning of provocation couldn't be more obvious.

Liu Yisheng didn't understand what Zheng Yang meant, but in a moment, he felt that he actually understood everything a long time ago.

The calmer he appeared, the more intense Zheng Yang's anger seemed to burn. He could feel his heart racing and his hands trembling. Nonetheless, he quickly closed the door.

Punishment came quickly.

Zheng Yang appeared directly outside his house and called out, "Liu Yisheng, come down!"

Liu Yisheng hurriedly scurried downstairs in a flustered state. Once again, his neck was firmly gripped by a man. It was late at night when Zheng Yang dragged and threw him into a dark and narrow alley. The alley was pitch-black, illuminated only by the dim yellow light from the streetlamp at the entrance.

Zheng Yang seemed intoxicated, his body exuding an overwhelming scent of alcohol surrounding Liu Yisheng.

And the anger in his body inexplicably wanted to ignite on Liu Yisheng's body.

His pants were forcibly pulled down, his clothes entangled around his wrists. Zheng Yang pressed tightly against his back, forcing him against the wall. A beer bottle, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pressed against his buttocks, the icy touch of the glass sending a shiver through Liu Yisheng. He felt a near-suffocating urge to beg for mercy.

Liu Yisheng couldn't help but tremble. Zheng Yang's breath was right by his ear, warm and ambiguous, but it only made him fearfully want to escape.

He called out the man's name: "Zheng, Zheng Yang."

His body was dry, and ordinary people wouldn't be moved by a bottle of wine. However, Zheng Yang massaged his chest, his palm tracing down his abdomen, cruelly caressing his lower body, waiting for Liu Yisheng's body to heat up, waiting for his cries and pleas.

Liuyisheng was trapped in Zheng Yang's arms, with nowhere to escape.

He could only feel the inner fear accompanying the man's touch, piercing forcefully towards his heart through his blood. He yearned to be the young boy he once was, ignorant of what sex is. When he was even younger, he and Zheng Yang could urinate together without any strange feelings upon seeing each other's bodies. At that time, they only enjoyed being close to each other, going to school together almost every day. Zheng Yang would always wait for him downstairs in his house, and even in this alleyway, the two would often squat on the ground and play cards, passing the time after school every day.

All emotions are accumulated memories.

All relationships can find the traces of change in one's memory.

Many years later, on his birthday, Liuyi Sheng received the first birthday blessing text message from Zheng Yang. Liuyi Sheng was so excited that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He replied with the most grateful heart, saying, "If only we could be together for a lifetime."

And then the man said:

"Liu Yisheng, are you mistaken?"

"We are not together."