Meng Yao shivered as the hot water hit him and it felt amazing. His body was hurting from prolonged suspension and his joints were aching despite how supple they were. He leaned heavily against Xue Yang and lifted his hand, using it to wipe as his face. This was one of the worst nights of his life, worse than when Lan Xichen told him who he was dating. It was like his insides ripped apart so much that he was afraid they still wouldn't go back together.

He thought Xue Yang didn't want him any more. "I didn't understand why you picked him of all people. I thought you wanted to hurt me as much as you could." That he was so little that any old bastard would have him instead. "Do you want me to be jealous?"