After Falling for the Handsome CEO - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Passing Out

Shen Jin trembled violently as the sudden deluge of cold water hit him. His soft hair became instantly saturated, plastering against his face. Icy droplets snaked down his skin, freezing him until his lips turned a faint shade of purple.

His long eyelashes were heavy with cold water. He blinked in a daze, but the more he blinked, the more the water pooled, until he could no longer distinguish between the freezing spray and his own surging tears…

The man beside him ignored his distress. Treating him like a piece of filth, Yan Yu sprayed the showerhead haphazardly across his body before grabbing a bar of soap and scrubbing him erratically, his palms chafing everywhere. “Dirty… you’re so dirty. It’s going to be impossible to get you clean!”

Shen Jin’s skin was tender; under such crude friction, large patches of his body quickly turned raw and red. It was excruciating, yet he didn’t make a sound. He simply allowed the freezing water to pour over him, hugging his arms as he shuddered.

While scrubbing him harshly, Yan Yu saw that the boy was still standing there like a statue. Another wave of irritation hit him, and he delivered a sharp slap to Shen Jin’s butt. “What are you just standing there for? Didn’t you hear me? Start scrubbing! Get yourself clean for me!”

Shen Jin stood beneath the spray, eyes downcast, motionless. He let out a choked sob: “I… didn’t…”

He couldn’t force any more explanations from his lips. He knew it was useless; no matter what he said, it would be twisted into a calculated lie.

“You didn’t?” The man let out a mocking sneer. He gripped Shen Jin’s jaw with his other hand and aimed the showerhead directly at the boy’s face, snarling, “Was it in Bai Yujin’s bed that you used this same pitiful look to seduce him? Huh?”

Numbed by the freezing water, Shen Jin’s eyes remained rimmed with red. He gritted his teeth and asked, word by word, “You can say whatever you want about me… but why must you… drag people I know into this?”

To his surprise, hearing this made Yan Yu’s face darken even further. He roared, “Protecting him already?! I say one word and you can’t stand it?!”

A weak, self-mocking smile pulled at the corner of Shen Jin’s lips. He became like a puppet, allowing himself to be manipulated and handled, letting the man wash whichever part he deemed “unclean.”

Soap was lathered over his entire body and scrubbed so hard that Shen Jin felt as if a layer of skin was being peeled off. It was a searing, stinging pain.

Shen Jin lost track of how long he had been being washed. He just felt numb. After being rinsed repeatedly with cold water, his body was soaking wet. Without helping him dry off, the man dragged him back into the bedroom and threw him onto the bed once more.

Shen Jin lay there powerless, his gaze dim. The sound of a belt being unbuckled reached his ears, followed by the man’s cold, mocking voice: “Even if you are dirty, considering how desperate you are for money, I don’t mind playing with you a bit more!”

Shen Jin no longer had the strength to respond. Every ounce of energy seemed to have been drained from his soul. He whispered with a bitter smile, “Why are you doing this…”

The man didn’t listen. Shen Jin was like a discarded doll, swaying on the brink of collapse, forced to endure even more brutal treatment.

His heart was exhausted; his body was broken. The sense of fatigue was more intense than anything he had ever felt. Every drop of color vanished from his frail, pale face, and his eyes grew dark and hollow, devoid of any ripples.

The pain from his earlier injuries intensified, reaching a fever pitch. Shen Jin’s brow furrowed in agony, his teeth clenched as cold sweat poured down his face. Finally, the pain became too much, and he slipped into unconsciousness…