BSS CH 1

Whitening

There is no autumn in Xijing. Winter comes after a rain.

Liang Jingmin, wearing a bathrobe around his waist, with water vapor hanging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, walked out of the bathroom slowly. The dripping water stains covered the clear muscle lines, and it was a perfect body stacked with money and talent.

He raised his eyes and slowly swept his gaze to the bed.

A young man was sitting by the bed, with his head lowered and his eyes slightly closed, revealing only a clear profile, which was so beautiful that it was shocking. His skin was colder and whiter than snow, and even his eyelashes were almost transparent.

At this moment, he was naked from the waist up, his white hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his lower body was loosely wrapped in a thin blanket. A glance from a distance showed that his terrifyingly white skin was covered with purple stains. A silver bracelet was loosely locked on his right hand, and there were terrible purple marks on his wrist, which were caused by the struggle just now.

There was a slight blush under his skin, and blood stains were faintly visible from the wound, which was as shocking as his face. It was like the broken and messy ink color engraved on the thin rice paper, which made people gasp.

Under the long white eyelashes, there were purple pupils, which was a clinical manifestation caused by gene mutation. He was an albinism patient. Behind the beauty that was not seen in the mortal world, there was endless pain.

Hearing the sound of Liang Jingmin pushing the door, he tilted his head and looked over. His eyes were distant and cold, as if he was looking at a random stranger.

Liang Jingmin hated this kind of look the most.

The nameless fire burned, first burning his heart, liver, lungs and kidneys, and then burning his pubic bone. Liang Jingmin took two steps at a time and walked to the bedside. He pinched Cheng Jing’s face with his right hand, causing this beautiful face like a jade carving to deform and twist, forcing him to look at himself, and then kissed him hard.

When suffocating, everything turned into an endless sea. When breathing the first air again, it was like resurrection.

When he finally let go of his hand, Cheng Jing coughed heavily, and his pale face had a little more color.

People who are too pale always look a little sick. Liang Jingmin sucked his lips and teeth, then reached out and felt as if he could touch Cheng Jing’s thin spine.

In fact, Cheng Jing used to have a well-proportioned body, tall and thin, and when he put on a suit, he was upright, dazzling, and handsome.

Liang Jingmin’s anger was silent. The whole person walked like a volcanic eruption with a gentle temper. It was silent, and the friction of the plates formed a local high temperature, and the hot lava flowed out calmly.

He let go of Cheng Jing’s lips and teeth, but it was not an expression that he intended to let him go. He held Cheng Jing’s hands with one hand, and the other hand that had just held the back of his head changed the angle, and the thumb pushed open his teeth and penetrated his lips and teeth, and the low voice mixed with complex emotions: “Did you not eat well again?”

Of course he couldn’t wait for Cheng Jing’s answer. Liang Jingmin’s knuckles pressed down the barrier of Cheng Jing’s tongue root to vomit. He shrank back uncomfortably, and the back of his head left Liang Jingmin’s warm wrapping and hit the wall heavily. Cheng Jing closed his eyes, uttered an unbearable groan, and saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

Liang Jingmin was too close, Cheng Jing’s vision was blurred, and he couldn’t see his expression clearly.

He had just finished a torture, and he looked embarrassed and resisted it very much.

“I’m tired…” Cheng Jing pleaded softly, but Liang Jingmin heard it as a cold rejection.

He leaned forward and said coldly: “Shut up.”

…

When the accumulated pain was about to reach the threshold, Cheng Jing would often imagine that he was not in his body.

Similar to the underlying logic of the soul leaving the body, he could sit aside and watch all this with a cold eye, deceiving himself and imagining that the person who could not stand the bumps was not himself. (Dreaming, riding a boat, so bumpy)

Unfortunately, this method does not always work. There seemed to be thunder outside the house, and the wind and rain were like a devastation, soaking his eyes and eyebrows.

Cheng Jing’s skin was too white, and sweat floated on it, like water washing jade. Although it was soul-stirring, it was not obscene and dirty. There seemed to be a gurgling sound in his intermittent voice: “Please…”

He felt too cold, leaning on Liang Jingmin and trembling, his eyelashes trembling, dizzy, struggling like drowning, not knowing how to get closer to Liang Jingmin.

Unfortunately, Liang Jingmin was unwilling to fulfill Cheng Jing’s wish.

Although this had happened countless times, Cheng Jing still felt like he was being torn apart. The rainstorm was too fierce, and the pain or some other feeling poured into his head like a flood, as if he was going to split him in half. The pain was so severe that he couldn’t break free.

In fact, Liang Jingmin felt a pain in his heart when he saw him like this. It was like a dense tingling feeling like ants biting, and it was as if someone reached out and grabbed his heart and kneaded it wantonly. But the more this happened, the more he couldn’t restrain himself from hitting harder.

In fact, Liang Jingmin didn’t have any bad habits in the past, but every time he saw Cheng Jing’s cold and indifferent face, his bad nature would be aroused. He couldn’t help but use a ruthless hand to force out his true colors on Cheng Jing, leaving his own indelible mark.

Cheng Jing was too pale, a bit like a cloud or a mist, and Liang Jingmin wanted to take him for himself. Unfortunately, the harder he held on, the faster he dissipated and shattered.

So it was better to say that Liang Jingmin forced Cheng Jing than that they forced each other. In the fierce duel between the two equals, they unknowingly forced out the darkest and dirtiest sides of each other.

But now it seems that Liang Jingmin is still better.

Later, Cheng Jing really couldn’t resist. He trembled all over (because of the cold), and he couldn’t control the sound of his mouth even with his teeth clenched.

His snow-white skin would leave marks with just a slight touch. At this moment, his whole body was filled with a strange pink color, his eyes were watery, and he said softly with a vague consciousness like crying: “I feel so uncomfortable…”

However, this sentence seemed to suddenly hit Liang Jingmin. He stopped and kissed the corner of Cheng Jing’s mouth.

He slowed down because he wanted to see Cheng Jing’s eyes. However, those cold eyes were still cold except for the watery light.

He checked countless times, never giving up, but he would always get the same answer.

He sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Cheng Jing, but he became even crazier. He held Cheng Jing’s neck in his hand, afraid that he would be too painful if he tightened it, and afraid that he would not learn the lesson if he loosened it, but the karma and retribution were not bad, and the pain was backfired on him.

The restraints on his hands finally tightened slowly in the desperate, drowning-like suffocation.

The blood circulation was slowly blocked, Cheng Jing felt that his eyes were slowly getting dark, and he stopped struggling. He was finally not afraid, he knew that the lingering pain would disappear at the moment when his consciousness disappeared, and he could continue to deceive himself in another world that the person in front of him actually loved him.

Cheng Jing thought sadly, maybe the god of death would recognize his love, beautify and sublimate his pain and endurance, and reluctantly call it a love suicide.

It is said that when people are lingering outside the gates of hell, they will experience something called a revolving lantern, and Cheng Jing is no exception. At this moment, he can’t help but think of the first time he met Liang Jingmin.

Fifteen years old, Yuecheng.

The lingering rainy season in midsummer has a unique damp, heavy and cold color. Cheng Jing, wearing a washed-out white school uniform, leaned against the railing of the stairwell and stood outside the bulletin board. This was a week after the end of the competition student selection exam for No. 1 Middle School, and he was waiting for the results to be announced.

He was just in the middle of the draw, and the thin, washed-out white school uniform vaguely revealed the boy’s slender and beautiful bones, and the slight curve of his shoulders and back showed a sense of volume that was not thin.

Cheng Jing’s face and arms were whiter than his clothes, and he had a dazzling white hair and overly beautiful facial features. It was the end of get out of class, and people were coming and going in front of him. The high school students passing by were staring at him. He was a quiet eye-attractor.

Other high school students were waiting for text messages at home, but he didn’t have a cell phone, so he had to rush to the headquarters of No. 1 Middle School to wait for the results to be posted.

No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Yuecheng. Today’s result will determine whether he still needs to take the high school entrance examination. He was inevitably a little nervous, and his nails dug into the snow-white flesh, leaving a long crooked red mark on the back of his hand.

The rain was heavy, leaking into the corridor and hitting his side, with a sound that was neither light nor heavy, like the dripping of a clepsydra.

The heavy rain had its own unique smell. Cheng Jing smelled the burning smell of dust and plants, which calmed him down.

He didn’t notice it at first, until someone came up to him and said softly: “Classmate, do you want to come in a little closer? Your back is wet.”

He was tall, broad-shouldered, black-haired, and handsome.

Cheng Jing was already very tall, but he had to look up to see his face clearly. This was a face that would appear in the dreams of a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

Liang Jingmin. Later, Cheng Jing learned his name.

Cheng Jing felt as if his back was burned, and he moved belatedly like a frightened bird, changing his position.

Liang Jingmin handed Cheng Jing a dozen documents in his hand, probably his test papers and resume, and said: “The results are out, and the teacher said you are here, so I took them out for you. Congratulations.”

He turned and left as soon as he finished speaking, without any nostalgia or curiosity, and his steps were a combination of briskness and calmness. Cheng Jing didn’t have time to say thank you.

At this time, Liang Jingmin was still very young, and he hadn’t grown into the handsome and sharp face that he later became, but he still made people unable to take their eyes away.

Fresh air slowly flowed into his nose, and Cheng Jing was forced to withdraw from his memories to reality. He leaned back on the bed, and the distant and gentle boy at that time was as close as he could be, but what he brought to him was no longer good news that lit up the whole day, but only endless torture, and begging for mercy was useless and fruitless.

Cheng Jing seemed to hear the sound of the pattering rain, and thought of the rainy season that lasted for the whole summer. Dirty water would pour into his shoes every day, and his fingers were wet.

It was like everything Liang Jingmin had imposed on him: dirty, wet, painful, like the deep pits and turbid water that the rainstorm had smashed on the surface of the soil.

This feeling was worse than being caught in the rain.

Finally it was over, Cheng Jing thought about the question that had no result after realizing it belatedly.

If you didn’t love him, why did you have to marry him? If you loved him, why did you hide it from him and marry someone else now.

People tend to ignore other things when they are in a trance, so Cheng Jing didn’t answer when Liang Jingmin pinched his face and called his name.

He often had a trance, especially after living in a lakeside villa. He couldn’t see anyone all day, so he could only let his imagination run wild.

Liang Jingmin still felt a little apologetic, his voice was a little softer, but his tone was still unyielding: “Have you recovered a little?” He stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Jing in his arms, bones and flesh collided, which used to make Cheng Jing feel safe.

Cheng Jing did not answer immediately, but remained silent, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes. Cheng Jing rarely cried before.

The surging tears were like a late convection rain, salty and bitter, which should not exist in the winter of Xijing.

When Liang Jingmin thought he would not answer again, Cheng Jing finally used all his strength to say the words that were held in his heart. His tone was very calm, but inexplicably made people extremely uncomfortable.

His tears accumulated on his chin: “Liang Jingmin, happy engagement.”