Qu Huaiyun roughly grabbed Zhi Lian, pulling off the outer garment that was barely hanging on and threw it to the ground.
He meticulously admired the young man in front of him, as the soft, thin pink silk garment barely concealed the boy's frail figure.
The garment was like a pink mist shrouding the boy's body, through which two points of cornelian peeped out occasionally.
Squatting on the roof, Gu Chengyu was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected this boy to be Qu Huaiyun's forbidden lover.
Qu Huaiyun, with a speed that belied his fat body, stood up and forced the boy to face away from him, pressing him into the circular chair, then pulled up his own pants.
Gu Chengyu quickly turned his head, thinking to himself not to look or listen to inappropriate things.
However, earlier he had clearly seen the defiant expression on the boy's face, and the pair of eyes filled with hatred.
He knew that this was another boy who had been abused.
