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This is Part 2 of an on-going book. Of you haven't read Part 1, none of this will make any sense to you.
NB: [-in the process of editing-]
[comments are to be deleted coz the ones i got so far were abominable...
He was walking, and he was laughing through tears.
He was walking, on foot, and his feet hurt, because it was probably more than 10 kilometers from the club to his hotel, but he did not care.
It hurt, he was totally out of practice. His daily routine had been destroyed once his manic episode had kicked in.
So now he was hurting, but he ignored it.
It was very early in the morning, and any people he met along his way actually avoided him, or straight out crossed the road to find themselves on the opposite sidewalk, instinctively shunning his laughter and madness.
His hand was sweaty, still grabbing Jiang Cheng's phone, a phone he did not care to even try to unlock. A plan was brewing in his head, a desperate plan, to make A-Huan love him again. And this phone was just the first step.
One thing was certain: bǎobèi had to pay up.
He had to pay for being so strong – too damn strong, to be able to endure Lan Huan's lovemaking.
He had to pay up for being such a tease – teasing A-Huan into playing with blood.
He also had to pay for making Lan Huan fall for him so much that he would even let him into his own perverse fantasy world, enact his sexual dreams on him, bring him pleasure, bring him strong pain.
All those things were unforgivable.
All of those things were his territory.
Reserved for him and A-Huan.
Just the two of them. Just for them.
Used to... used to...
His brain logically prompted him that Lan Xichen had broken up with him, and months ago – but he deleted that thought, he didn't want to remember it.
- I can still be useful for him... - he was mumbling under his nose, suddenly upset. – I can still be helping him... I can still make him love me... want me... He will want me again... He will...
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The early morning fog was embracing him, and he lazily wondered just what the hell was wrong with the weather – fog in January? In winter?