Xingchen bit down on the fabric, it didn't taste very nice, it was a bit salty and sweaty. He whimpered behind it and then nodded his head because he did tell him to be quiet but he was scared, he was covered in another man and no thoughts seemed to be connecting any more.

He was crying but he wasn't sure why. He knew he was doing bad but that didn't make him want to stop, not really. All he wanted was for Chengmei to hold him and hurt him and make it all better again.