"Brother, brother..." Luo Yuming was a bit flustered, but he couldn't stop Luo Yuqi's actions. He quickly grabbed Luo Yuqi's hand, "Brother, didn't we agree not to do this these days? You must be very tired, right? Let me run a bath for you, okay?"
"Shut up!" Luo Yuqi snorted coldly, upset and straightforwardly pulled his shirt from his suit pants, forcefully tearing it apart. The blue linen shirt was ripped into two pieces fluttering to the ground, revealing his sculpted chest covered with bruises. His back was the same, crisscrossed with shocking marks.
"What's going on here?" Veins bulging on his forehead, Luo Yuqi asked in a composed voice, his heart racing. He hadn't been this angry in years.
Luo Yuqi thought about the past few days, and suddenly understood. No wonder he didn't let him touch him, and even changed his clothes secretly in the bathroom.
He narrowed his eyes dangerously at him, "Luo Yuming, you're capable now, even learned to hide things from me?"
