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Because the journey was too long, when Jiang Xun got home, Pei Zhiyu was tired from crying and fell asleep.

Jiang Xun looked at the person in his arms with tears still on his face, but sleeping peacefully, with a complicated expression: "..."

Finally, after a long sigh, Jiang Xun carried her into the bathroom: "Let's take a shower before going to bed, okay?"

Last time, Pei Zhiyu slept in Marquis Marcus's house for a night. After returning, he washed his body carefully. Jiang Xun thought that the other party probably didn't like that place either.

Jiang Xun untied Pei Zhiyu's clothes and saw the dense red marks on her neck, which was jarring. As the warm water flowed down her torso, Jiang Xun carefully cleaned these areas, then leaned over and rubbed them, covering the old red marks with new ones.

Pei Zhiyu was blurry and saw Jiang Xun burying his head in his neck, and he couldn't help but whimper.

Jiang Xun's eyes grew darker, and his fingertips trembled slightly. He didn't dare to imagine what kind of despair Pei Zhiyu had experienced during those hours, nor did he dare to imagine what would have happened if Pei Zhiyu had not escaped.

This time, Jiang Xun caught up, but also failed to catch up. The marks on Pei Zhiyu's body clearly told him what the other party had experienced.

Jiang Xun seemed to be a little crazy, and his kisses on Pei Zhiyu became more and more fierce, causing Pei Zhiyu to scream in pain.

Pei Zhiyu's consciousness was hazy, and he didn't say anything else. He just stared at Jiang Xun with his watery eyes, looking aggrieved. Jiang Xun withdrew his thoughts, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry for hurting him, sorry for everything that happened.

Because Pei Zhiyu's consciousness was really vague, after Jiang Xun finished washing him, he carried him to the bed and did not touch him again, nor did he leave any so-called marks.

In a daze, Pei Zhiyu returned to that night. His clothes were constantly torn off, and under the effect of the drug, his struggle seemed weak and ridiculous.

The bedding on the bed was in disarray, and obscene language was heard continuously.

The scene changed, and Albert was approaching him while releasing pheromones.

In the silent room, his sarcastic voice echoed: "You can open your eyes and see who you really belong to!"

He was nauseated by the pheromones and his body was weak, so he could only grit his teeth to stay awake. His men held the chain, unsure if they could succeed.

……

The dream was chaotic, but because it was something that had actually happened, it seemed so real that Pei Zhiyu couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He only felt the fear and trembling at that time, and his breathing became tense.

Jiang Xun noticed Pei Zhiyu's abnormality and held his hand with some concern.

Pei Zhiyu couldn't tell the truth from the false in the dream, and was even more frightened when his hand was suddenly held. He opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could hide the fierceness and fear beneath the fierceness in his eyes, he met Jiang Xun's eyes.

Jiang Xun certainly saw the emotion in the other person's eyes. His brows furrowed, and his heart trembled for a moment: "Are you having a nightmare?"

Pei Zhiyu was still in shock. When he saw it was Jiang Xun, he remembered that he had already been taken back home. Jiang Xun held his head and buried him in his arms, his palms wandering on his back, gently soothing him: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here. This is our home, there are no other people, and no other bugs."

Pei Zhiyu lowered his eyes and slowly calmed himself down. After a long while, he finally cleared the afterimages from his dream and slowly fell asleep.

Logically speaking, Albert’s incident did not scare Pei Zhiyu that much. It was because this incident triggered his memories of the shadow of three years ago that caused him to become emotionally unstable.

Pei Zhiyu slept very well in the second half of the night with Jiang Xun's comfort, so much so that he slept a little long and it was a little late when he woke up.

Jiang Xun saw Pei Zhiyu wake up and straightened his hair: "I made a lot of egg yolk pie for you for breakfast, get up and try it?"

Pei Zhiyu probably hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. He didn't have much flesh on his body, and now he looked even thinner. Pei Zhiyu lowered his eyes and said "hmm", then found his voice a little hoarse, which seemed a little strange.

But after he met Jiang Xun yesterday, his consciousness was not very clear, so he didn't remember what happened. Pei Zhiyu wanted to ask, but the other party had already stood up to wash up, so he didn't say anything.

When Pei Zhiyu was washing up, he found that the red mark on his neck was much deeper than last night. He said to himself in confusion: "Did I pinch it that hard yesterday?"

Jiang Xun, who was standing by, paused while squeezing the toothpaste: "...Pinched?"

Pei Zhiyu said "hmm".

Jiang Xun didn't say anything else. His fine hair fell on his forehead, and because he lowered his head, most of his face was hidden in the shadows.

Pei Zhiyu was stunned, probably guessing that the other party thought these marks were made by Albert, which was why he blamed himself so much. He turned around and gently hugged Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun had lived a smooth life in both his previous and next lives, and he had nothing to be afraid of, but he repeatedly failed against Pei Zhiyu. His body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were already red.

Pei Zhiyu hugged him and patiently comforted him. Jiang Xun buried his head in her neck, salty tears dripping onto her snow-white skin. He murmured one sentence after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I failed to protect you. I won't do that again..."

I made a promise to the other party not long ago, why didn’t I fulfill it?

Pei Zhiyu patted Jiang Xun on the back: "You have done very well, it's not your fault."

For Pei Zhiyu, Jiang Xun's appearance this time was already a good thing. He was not forced into a desperate situation and forced to give up everything like he did three years ago.

It’s already good...

At night, they did what they hadn't finished.

Pei Zhiyu felt like he was falling into the tide. A warm current enveloped his cold body, gently caressing every part of him. No more chaotic memories suddenly intruded, no more subconscious discomfort. The face before him, blurry yet clear, was the source of his sense of security...

The restless insect patterns were hot, then calmed down.