HURT 《BRIGHTWIN》

PART 12: DON'T BE AFRAID

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Win even forgot the struggle.

Win thought before that Bright was just too persistent and would gradually get better over time, but now, Win can't find a suitable word to describe Bright mood. What shocked Win more than panic was the way Bright handled a thing.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Win was injured... The wound should be dealt with first, but Bright picked up a piece of glass and cut his own skin. The ferocious wound was exposed to his eyes, and the air was filled with a faint blood.

"... you... You are hurt." Win said it intermittently.

"I want it to hurt as much as you." Bright.

Then, Bright cut off Win pajamas with scissors.

Until Win body suddenly lost weight, Win subconsciously stretched out his arm and hugged a driftwood as if he were in a floating sea to survive.

Win was not sure what he was doing. He was a little stunned, but his movements made Bright very useful.

Win half opened his eyes and
looked at the man so close to him.

The pajamas he wore half an hour ago fell to the ground and became a piece of rag.

Bright faded his lips, Win gasped a few times, and said again out of professional nature, "... You are injured. The wound needs to be treated.

"Are you caring about me?" Bright asked.

"..." In Bright's eyes, there were more expectations. Win's heart was not tough enough. He always thought of Bright in the past intermittently.

But Win doesn't want to be misunderstood by Bright anymore.

Before Win answered, Bright's expression was full of silence, as if he had been abandoned.

The air became dull, and no one opened mouth first.

Win clenched his lips and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He said, "Bri.. Bright... Can we go to bed?"

What answered Win was a silent kiss.

Bright won't make him unconscious. When Bright put Win on the bed, he had little strength.

His eyes were stunned at the wall in front of him, and there was no movement again.

Bright took the medical kit and helped Win deal with the wound on his back.

Win hair on his forehead had been soaked with sweat for a long time, and his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"I ask someone to bring your favorite cake." Bright said to Win.

Win looked at Bright.

Only then did Win notice that the glass fragments on the table had been cleaned up, with a beautifully wrapped cake box on it.

"Do you want to eat?" Bright asked.

If it had been before, Win must have been very happy. When the sweet taste melted in his mouth, he was reluctant to take a bite, otherwise it would be gone.

Win shook his head.

Bright go to the table and opened the box. The cake was full of milky smell. Bright cut a small piece and put it on the plate.

Win's body moved a few inches into the bed.

Win doesn't have any appetite now. Seeing white cream on the cake, Win felt nauseous. He didn't want to eat this kind of thing anymore.

Bright said, "There are a lot of people queuing up in that store. I know you like desserts. So I ask my assistant to buy it. Try it and see if you like it."

Bright approached and forked a small piece of cake and handed it to Win mouth.

Win's bright red lips are stained with a little milky white.

"Try it." Bright said again.

Win could only open his lips and swallow the sweet cake directly into his throat.

"Is it delicious?"

"... Uh-huh." Win answered.

"I knew you liked it, and I also wanted to know if it tasted good."

Bright put the plate aside and approached Win.

A warm breath brushed through his Cheek, "It's really delicious." Bright lick Win's lips.

Bright smiled contentedly, and then cut the cake into the plate and let Win finish it.

Later, Win actually suffered a lot to eat it.

In the past, because Win life was too poor and he was always excluded, he wanted to eat this sweet and greasy food, neutralize it, and make himself feel better. Now Bright feeds him, and the taste is bitterer than medicine.

Win couldn't figure out what Bright was thinking, and he didn't know what the other party would do the next second.

Maybe Bright was still smiling at Win one second, pinching his jaw the next second, forced Win to bear something he didn't want to bear, maybe Bright was still angry one second, and the next second Bright said gentle words to Win.

Bright didn't like Win at all, but a pathological desire. The pathological was creepy. Win couldn't feel it at all. What the other party said, Win only felt fear without a lower limit.

Win fell asleep in a daze. Soon, Win woke up again.

When Bright found that Win was awake, Win afraid to see handcuff in Bright hand. Bright comforted Win and said, "Don't be afraid. This will only be used to punish disobedient people."

"Will the senior listen to me?" Bright asked.

"... Yes."

"That's good."  Bright smiled.

"I hope the senior won't lie to me again this time."

Every word and action of Bright is guiding, so that Win can only answer what Bright want to hear.

With that, Bright put his handcuffs at the head of the bed, so close to Win.

Knowing clearly that Win was afraid, Bright didn't put it away.

Win just wanted to avoid it, but he heard Bright say, "I have said that this can only be used to punish disobedient people. Was the senior lying to me just now?"

"...I didn't lie to you."

Bright stared at Win deeply, as if he could see more through his body.

Bright touched Win forehead. Win temperature was normal, except for the previous scratch on the back shoulder by debris on the table, and his health was fine.

Win vaguely realized something, and his body couldn't help shaking.

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