Passive Voice - Chapter 8
Lu Yao threw Chu Zhi Han towards the sofa and rubbed his almost broken arms and neck. The guy on the couch lies peacefully for a moment, smiles very gently again, and then bends over – “Vomit ……”
It had only been two beers and he was on the verge of puking up all his bile.
Lu Yao had to take the trash can like a milkmaid, while patting Chu Zhi Han’s back. While hating the iron, he said, “If you can’t drink you don’t drink ah …… shit …… vomited all over me.”
He stood up and took his jacket off. Turned his head and threw it on the back of the chair. Then his waist was hugged by Chu Zhi Han.
Lu Yao was startled and hurriedly pushed him, “What are you doing you!”
Which knew that Chu Zhi Han was like eating a vigorous pill. He held his waist to death. No matter how much he pushed, he didn’t let go. There was no further action. She just pressed her face against Lu Yao’s stomach like a child. He looked at him with a baby-like face. His eyes were as clean as a newborn baby. There was no lust and no danger to speak of.
Like an aggrieved puppy. Just rubbing against the master and asking for a hug. Even bones can be unwanted.
In fact, Lu Yao knew that Chu Zhi Han was good to him.
Although he never thought about it before. But now he thinks back. The girlfriends he had had were not as considerate as Chu Zhi Han was to him. He is not made of stone. It’s not that he’s not touched.
But man to man. It never seemed possible to Lu Yao. He could only see filth, promiscuity, and maybe AIDS in homosexuality.
Accepting the fact that Chu Zhi Han was gay and had a crush on himself was not easy for Lu Yao. It was not easy for Lu Yao. But when he thought of Chu Zhi Han’s unrelenting support over the past ten years, Lu Yao could no longer feel disgusted.
If it was someone else, he might have been kicked out the door a long time ago.
Which would have let him hold himself like he is now.
Although he felt sorry for Chu Zhi Han. But no matter how good Chu Zhi Han was to him. There was no way he could accept it.
Thinking of this Lu Yao lowered his head and looked at the man holding him and said sorry in his heart.
However Chu Zhi Han had already quietly fallen asleep. The slightly red face was a rarity.
Lu Yao somewhat helplessly placed him on the sofa and brought water to wipe his face and change his clothes. When the clothes just gave him half off, he saw Chu Zhi Han’s neck, the side of the collarbone, dense green and red marks. It looked like it was just in the past few days.
Lu Yao, a big man who had lived to almost thirty, if he couldn’t see what this was. He would really be an idiot.
The bit of guilt that he had just felt towards Chu Zhi Han suddenly dissipated without a trace.
He only felt that his heart was filled with a sense of nastiness.
Casually wiped a few handfuls for Chu Zhi Han. Threw the bed quilt to him. Chu Zhi Han grunted and rolled himself in.
Lu Yao immediately had the thought, “This quilt, let’s throw it away after he leaves”.
She carried the blanket into her room and carefully locked it.
It’s true that for “this kind of person”, feelings are a worthless thing, right? You can just say you like it, just find someone to sleep with, just talk sweetly, just cuddle.
Thinking about what man Chu Zhihan moaned and rolled around under, Lu Yao only felt a burst of nausea.
Really …… nasty.
