Chapter 29: At the Edge of Control.

He Ting bent over coughing, tears filling his eyes.

With Gu Qiuhang’s arrival, the tension he had been holding finally snapped. Only then did he realize his clothes were completely soaked with sweat. The cold air from the AC hit him, making him feel weak and causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

When Gu Donghang saw Gu Qiuhang, his face turned deathly pale. He had calculated everything, except that Gu Qiuhang would return early. He froze, instinctively shrinking back into the sofa as if that could make him invisible.

Then he forced himself to stand, stammering, “B-brother, we… we were just playing.”

“Playing what?” Gu Qiuhang’s voice was icy.

Seeing Meng Ling’s condition, even someone as composed as him felt a surge of fear.

He didn’t dare imagine what would have happened to He Ting if he hadn’t come back today.

By the time he returned tomorrow, would this person still even be here?

That fear turned into a cold killing intent that radiated from him.

“Playing with people?” he stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a blade. “How about I play with you?”

As he spoke, he threw a punch. A dull thud echoed as Gu Donghang was knocked onto the sofa, blood spilling from his mouth.

A few of the thugs tried to slip out, but security guards waiting outside blocked them.

Zhou Zhaoqi and the other student shrank into a corner, terrified. They had always been afraid of Gu Qiuhang, now, seeing the fury on his face, they didn’t dare move.

Gu Qiuhang didn’t stop.

He grabbed Gu Donghang’s clothes and tore them open, buttons scattering across the floor. Gu Donghang curled up, bare-chested, as Gu Qiuhang stepped on his hand and reached for his belt.

With a ripping sound, his pants were torn apart.

“Brother! Brother, I’m your brother!” Gu Donghang cried, half a broken tooth in his mouth, begging through blood and sobs.

Gu Qiuhang remained expressionless, continuing his actions coldly.

Zhou Zhaoqi wet himself in fear.

‘If Gu Qiuhang could treat his own brother like this, what chance did outsiders have?’

Amid the chaos, the police arrived. Gu Donghang and Zhou Zhaoqi scrambled toward them like they had seen saviors. “Officer, save us!”

He Ting sat frozen, still holding a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, too stunned to drop it.

He felt unbearably hot, his throat dry, a wave of heat surging through his body, making him tremble.

Gu Qiuhang snatched the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it into the ashtray.

He bent down and asked, “Are you okay?”

He wasn’t. Not at all.

Especially with Gu Qiuhang’s breath brushing against his ear, it felt like he was about to catch fire. Heat and itching spread from his ear through his entire body, as if invisible creatures were crawling over his skin.

He trembled as he watched medical staff carry Meng Ling away, raising his hand weakly. “I… need to go to the hospital.”

Gu Qiuhang saw his flushed face and sweat-soaked hair, then lifted him into his arms. “Don’t worry. My assistant went with him. Leave the rest to the police.”

He Ting buried himself weakly in his arms, breathing faster and faster, sweat pouring out in waves.

“That cigarette… there was something wrong with it,” he said, his voice soft and unsteady.

Gu Qiuhang stiffened slightly, though his tone stayed cold. “Then why did you smoke it?”

He Ting sounded aggrieved. “I didn’t! They forced me, and I still didn’t. But when you kicked the door open, I got startled and accidentally inhaled a bit…”

Gu Qiuhang’s lips pressed together, but a faint smile still slipped into his expression.

He Ting rubbed against him, whispering, “Gu Qiuhang… I feel awful.”

Gu Qiuhang carried him into the elevator and went straight to the top floor, where he had a suite.

Once inside, he locked the door and asked softly, “Where does it feel bad?”

“Everywhere…” He Ting felt like his entire body was crawling with something unbearable, itching, burning, restless.

He was afraid to imagine what would have happened if he had smoked the whole cigarette.

Gu Qiuhang placed him on the bed and asked again, “Where?”

He Ting was almost in tears. “System… can you block my senses? I can’t take it…”

“Can’t. You’ve been drugged. The solution is right next to you. Are you using it?” the system replied.

He Ting, “…”

Gu Qiuhang’s thumb brushed his flushed lips. Instinctively, He Ting parted them.

Gu Qiuhang’s gaze darkened. His finger moved slowly against his lips as he asked, “Will you lie to me again?”

He Ting stared, unable to speak.

“On the way here, I called Su Bei. He told me everything,” Gu Qiuhang added.

He Ting wanted to explain, but remembered his earlier lie.

He closed his eyes weakly.

Gu Qiuhang brushed his damp hair aside. His eyes, filled with moisture and vulnerability, looked up at him with a hint of pleading.

Gu Qiuhang swallowed, then lowered his head and kissed his forehead. “What do you want?”

The kiss felt like it ignited something.

“I want…” He Ting’s voice trembled.

He felt unbearably embarrassed, his voice soft as he begged, “Sir… can you go buy me something to help me?”

Gu Qiuhang watched him closely, his fingers lightly playing with his ear as He Ting trembled under the touch.

The cigarette alone shouldn’t have been that strong, but He Ting had no experience, making him far more sensitive.

Gu Qiuhang picked him up, removed his clothes, and set him into the bathtub. Cold water poured down, and He Ting sighed in relief.

But soon, the heat surged back.

Even the water felt warm.

He Ting moved restlessly, helpless.

His hair was slicked back by the water, revealing his flushed face.

Looking up, he said weakly, “Please… I just want a masturbation sleeve…”

Gu Qiuhang’s expression tightened, his lips thin and sharp.

Normally, He Ting would have been afraid, but now, he couldn’t think of anything else.

His whole body flushed pink, eyes misty, filled with pleading.

“I need a masturbation sleeve…” he whispered.

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