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"Your figure is captured on the video when you throw your mask away. Xue Yang, this time you can't deny it any longer." Xiao Xingchen began, sitting on the small cold chair in the interrogation room. It's been two years, his team is trying to catch the culprit of countless acts of terror in the capital. They have a few suspects to identify, one of them is the man who's sitting on the opposite side of the white table in front of him. Xue Yang looks at him with bored looks, his smirk condescending as he speaks his reply. "Officer Xiao, that is some shit-quality video. Don't tell me you police would blindly catch anybody as long as they look close enough to the one in the video. Also, where the fuck is that? Are you sure your team didn't just take a random video with a man that looks like me just to what—accuse me?" Xue Yang, the suspect, bombarded him with questions while Xiao Xingchen should've been the one to ask him questions. Four days ago, one of the biggest banks in the country was bombed out of the blue. Not to the point that the whole building was shattered, but someone managed to slip into the most secure floor and throw the bomb inside, destroying the whole top floors. Making the country and some important people lose their important documents and whatever they ask the bank to hide inside. Five people died, and several others needed to be hospitalized. The perpetrator fled by jumping from the top of the building, and they lost his track after the man ran into the small alleys not far from the location. The accident was reported in the news, and they asked the citizens to report to the police if they saw the man in the video. Almost two days later, they got the information that they wished for. One of the people who live around the alley sent them a video. The informant told them he wanted to take pictures of his plant on the windowsill, but then he saw a man emerge from one of the alleys, the alley where they lost the culprit who bombed the bank. The man carelessly peeled something off his face, the fake skin, and the informant instinctively changed to a video and recorded what he saw. The man in the video took off his security guard clothes and wigs, burning the evidence. The range was quite far, but the phone video was in good enough quality that they managed to zoom in to capture the culprit's hair and side face. With his hair color, style, height, body, and face shape, they immediately made an arrest warrant on Xue Yang. And here they are. "Then tell me, Xue Yang, what are you doing on ****** street at ******* pm? And where were you before?" Xiao Xingchen began his questions. "I'm walking home? I just finished nutting in a whore's hole in a **** hotel near that area—don't look at me like that, Officer Xiao, as if your husband never unloaded his horse dick seed into your ass." "Quit your nonsense!" Xiao Xingchen yelled, his palm slapping on top of the metal table. He looks at the big glass window from the other side of the room, sure that his husband, Song Zichen, also an officer in charge of this case, is watching them with a frown on his face. He told his husband that he wanted to handle this interrogation, and he intended to not let his husband regret letting him in. The three of them have known each other for the past two years, from the amount of time they called Xue Yang in for questioning, meeting him accidentally when they were patrolling some area, or even when they weren't on duty and met Xue Yang at the supermarket or any random places, also when they were searching inside his apartment when the man's neighbor called on them to report his suspicious activity. The last one was what made Zichen really can't stand being near Xue Yang, because the two officers involuntarily figured out that Xue Yang has Xiao Xingchen's picture on his bedroom wall, his formal portrait in his police outfit, smiling a little at the camera, at large size. Xiao Xingchen has to hold his husband from punching Xue Yang deadly in the face when they saw Xue Yang proudly caressing the picture.
"I just like pretty boys, you know, and putting one police picture into my collection is not hurting anybody, right?"
Xue Yang said back then, but they didn't see any other pictures of anyone except that one picture of Xiao Xingchen. None of them were talking about that event again, and Xiao Xingchen doesn't want his husband to lose his control from engaging with Xue Yang's unreasonable behavior. But now, talking with Xue Yang like this, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but remember that. Xiao Xingchen knows that his husband behind the glass must be telling another officer to confirm what Xue Yang told them. Now, he is back to focus on his next questions. "How long were you in that hotel? Tell me everything that you did that night and the time." "Officer Xiao! Oh God, I should've known that you're interested in me too. Why would you ask me that at this time? Won't hubby get jealous~?" Xue Yang ludicrously said. Xiao Xingchen put on his calm expression. "You can tell me now so we can finish this sooner." Xue Yang puts his handcuffed hands on the table, resting his chin on his palms. "I don't mind being locked in this room together with you~" Xiao Xingchen's eye twitches. "You didn't answer the question. Why? Is it hard to fabricate lies now?" "Mmn, no, I'm just telling you how I feel." The man has the gall to pout. Xiao Xingchen was glad he's the one now in the interrogation room with Xue Yang. If Zichen was here instead, he was sure his husband's blood pressure would increase just by looking at Xue Yang's expression, and maybe Xue Yang would be beaten up already. Of course, sometimes some violence from police could be ignored, but Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to risk anything if he can handle it. "Answer the question while I'm still asking nicely if you don't want me to force the answer out of you." Xiao Xingchen told him. "Oh, you want an answer, Officer? Suck me off first, then I will tell you anything~" Xue Yang grins. Xiao Xingchen stood up quickly, his chair pushed behind from the sudden move, his hand reaching to the man in front of him, harshly pulling on the wild strands of hair in a ponytail. He pushed Xue Yang's head down on the table, the man's body slumped forward, sticking on the cold surface. "You keep ignoring those questions. Then, what about this… What's your motive behind that? Why did you bomb the bank? Is it to destroy some documents? Did someone order you?" Xiao Xingchen asked from above him. Looking down, he saw Xue Yang's face strained, he definitely doesn't like how Xiao Xingchen treats him. Well, Xiao Xingchen doesn't need to be liked by a criminal. "Xingxing, you really asked for this." Xue Yang said through gritted teeth. What happened afterwards was too quick and shocking for Xiao Xingchen to do anything. A hand, not handcuffed, the handcuff is gone, reached out and pulled his hand away. Xue Yang stood up, and Xiao Xingchen tried to make him let go of his grip, but then Xue Yang pulled his body harshly and threw Xiao Xingchen against the wall, hard. Xiao Xingchen falls to the floor, his back hurting. He never expected Xue Yang to be so strong, even though their builds are around the same. Grimacing, Xiao Xingchen got up only to see Xue Yang already at the only door out. He didn't worry, his team and Zichen must be ready to capture Xue Yang again if the man wants to run away from the interrogation. He didn't expect that Xue Yang would lock the door instead. Using one of the chairs in the room, he put it right under the door handles, preventing the door from being opened. There's a banging sound from outside, Xiao Xingchen could picture the officers outside must be pushing the door, trying to open it. But they didn't manage. Xiao Xingchen fumbled with his gun and directed it at Xue Yang. "Take away the chair." Xue Yang turned towards him. "I said take it away." Xue Yang got closer to him, ignoring the gun pointed at his face. Xiao Xingchen doesn't really want to shoot anybody, and Xue Yang must have realized this, as the man keeps stalking towards him. Xiao Xingchen put his gun back on his belt and lunged at Xue Yang to get a hold of him. Both of them were involved in hand combat until Xue Yang tricked Xiao Xingchen's leg until the man lost his balance and fell, lying on the floor. Xue Yang is readily taking out the cuff from his pants and locking the officer's wrists with it, straddling Xiao Xingchen's thighs as he does so. "Xue Yang, let me go. Don't you know how much trouble you're going to get for attacking police and not cooperating with interrogation?" Xue Yang snorted, "Believe me, Officer, I know." Xiao Xingchen tried to push Xue Yang off from his body to no avail, Xue Yang's hold was surprisingly strong on his hands and body. "Since you pricks are going to arrest me anyway, I'm going to treat myself to a delicious meal first." Xue Yang told him, smirking. "So you admit that you're the one who bombed the bank?" Xiao Xingchen asked, ignoring what was implied behind Xue Yang's words. "Xingxing, why did you keep asking if you are going to keep blaming me for every accident in the city anyway?" The man above answered nonchalantly. Xue Yang moves Xiao Xingchen's hands above his head, holding them with one of his hands, and his other hand works to take off Xiao Xingchen's belt, bringing it closer to his side instead. The officer's yelling and threats are falling on deaf ears, but the officers outside, his husband, must be able to hear them clearly. The banging from behind the door is getting louder, like an elephant trying to barge inside. Xue Yang takes away the gun and uses the belt to keep Xiao Xingchen's hands to the front of his chest with difficulty because the man under him keeps thrashing. When Xue Yang's hand reaches the officer's pants, Xiao Xingchen struggles more vigorously. After unzipping Xiao Xingchen's pants, Xue Yang lets go of the officer's thighs and swiftly pulls down Xiao Xingchen's pants until his long white legs are bare to anyone who wishes to see. "Damn, did you keep yourself pretty for me, Xingxing?" Xue Yang licks his lips, his eyes taking in the beautiful image under him. "Xue Yang! What do you want to do?!" Xiao Xingchen cries out. "I told you, I want to have a meal first. You're, Officer Xiao, my pretty, delicious meal." Xiao Xingchen kicked Xue Yang right on his abdomen, and the man fell on his back. Sitting up, Xiao Xingchen then reached for his gun with the limited movement of his hands, but before he could grab it, Xue Yang already kicked the gun away with his foot. Xue Yang stood up, his face dark from holding the pain from Xiao Xingchen's unforgiving kick. He picks up the gun that he kicked and walks back to Xiao Xingchen, pointing the tip directly at Xiao Xingchen's temple. "If you don't stay still, I'm going to shoot. You know how degenerate I can be, I don't mind fucking your cold corpse." Xue Yang spat. Xiao Xingchen's body stiffened, he doesn't know if Xue Yang's threat is real, but he stopped struggling. "Xue Yang, if you let me go, I would not put any charge on you. Let's stop this." Xiao Xingchen said to him. "Oh, back to your sweet, soft tone?" Xue Yang mocked him, "I will not fall for your fake good acting again, Xiao Xingchen. Now, just stay still like a princess while I do all the work, okay?" When Xue Yang tries to take off his boxer, Xiao Xingchen struggles again, and Xue Yang pulls the trigger. There's now a bullet stuck on the wall, and Xiao Xingchen looks at Xue Yang anxiously. "Baby… You'd rather die than have sex with me? Come on, aren't you a nice one? Won't you give poor me a good parting gift before you lock me in a cell?" "Yes, yes, just stay still like that." Xue Yang said again, now successfully taking off the man's underwear. He let out a whistle, looking from above at Xiao Xingchen, who's trying to close his legs. He likes how Xiao Xingchen looked, expression distressed as he helplessly can't do anything with a maniac locked them both together. Xue Yang turned to look through the glass and said, "Song Zichen, what kind of husband are you? Can't even save your wife?" He meanly mocked the officers outside. Xiao Xingchen became even more distressed with the reminder of his husband, and so he begged Xue Yang again, "Xue Yang, please don't do this. I will do anything, just not this." The man instead cooed at him, "Ssst, there's nothing more that I want right now, Xingchen. Now, be a good doll if you don't want your pretty head pierced with this bullet, alright?" Knowing there's no hope, the fight leaves the officer's body, and with an uncontained smile, Xue Yang now gently picks Xiao Xingchen up from the floor and lays him onto the small table. The table is not long enough for Xiao Xingchen's legs, and so Xue Yang held those two slim legs instead, resting them on his shoulder and arms. Xue Yang smirked from hearing the bang from outside of the door become louder, but ignored it for the sake of the soft flesh in front of him. He tsked his tongue after realizing he doesn't have lube or a condom on him and now has to settle with his spit. Xue Yang sucked on two of his fingers, wetting them with his saliva. After he's done, he taps his fingers onto the puckered hole of Xiao Xingchen, circling the rim with the tip of his fingers. He heard Xiao Xingchen whimper after he pushed one of his fingers inside. Feeling the hole is still too dry, Xue Yang hitched Xiao Xingchen's hips up until his waist lifted from the table. This time he spits directly onto the hole and quickly puts his spit into the tight entrance with one finger. He could feel the legs on his hold tremble from his act, but he kept going because Xiao Xingchen didn't say anything. Putting another finger inside, the hole is still tightly gripping on his fingers. "Your hole is too tight, if I didn't know that you're married already and watched how lame your husband makes love to you, I would have thought you're a virgin." Xue Yang said while opening the small hole with his fingers, thrusting in and out steadily. "What do you mean? Where did you watch us?!" Xiao Xingchen panicked. He and Zichen never engage in sexual activity in any other places other than their home, and always close the windows and the curtains. Xue Yang must be messing with him, he must be. "Ah, I shouldn't have said that." Though he said that, Xue Yang grinned. And then suddenly put the third finger into Xiao Xingchen's hole. Xiao Xingchen's body trembled both from the disgust that he feels because he let another man that isn't his husband play with his body intimately, and also from the anger from his helplessness and how he acted weak with Xue Yang before, never realizing the threat this man possessed, how dangerous he could be, and how dirty his intentions are. Then, he feels his hole being spread open widely by the man's fingers. Xiao Xingchen saw Xue Yang spitting into his hole, and he feels terrified. Never, ever, Zichen, do anything like that to his body. Zichen always worshipped him and was gentle with him, keeping both of them clean, with lube and tissue readily on the nightstand. Xue Yang couldn't care less about those things, and Xiao Xingchen hated how his dick twitched in interest from the filthy things Xue Yang did to him. When the tip of Xue Yang's cock breached into his entrance, Xiao Xingchen cried. "Come on, I think my dick is not that bad. Fuck, it's not bad at all. Don't you see this junior of mine? I know it's not as big as your husband's, the man's is fucking hung. But I swear to fuck you stupid on my cock, mkay?" Xue Yang said, pushing more of his penis inside slowly. "You're sick!" Xiao Xingchen cries out. The sudden feeling of being stuffed with that long length made Xiao Xingchen yelp, his body was jostled from the brutal thrust, and Xue Yang buried the rest of his cock roughly, making both of them surprised with the change of their joint. Xue Yang stayed still for a few minutes, enjoying the pleasure from Xiao Xingchen's hot walls wrapped around his thick cock, twitching non-stop. While Xiao Xingchen, the man pitifully weeping underneath him, his tears falling from his eyes, his body sweaty from the uncomfortable position. "Be a good darling, doll, or I will fuck you until you bleed." Xue Yang threatened again. Shifting their positions to be more comfortable, putting down Xiao Xingchen's hips and still holding his slim legs, Xue Yang began to move his hips. Pulling out his length until only the tip left behind the rim, then sending it back inside slowly. He felt bliss like never before as he finally managed to fuck the pretty officer. Knowing the man's husband is right behind that glass looking at them, he feels even more ecstatic. Though, looking at the glass that acted as a mirror, showing himself fucking Xiao Xingchen slowly while the man has to be restrained, wasn't really ideal. "If this can make you feel better, just imagine I'm your Zichen. I don't mind you calling out his name or calling me husband." Xue Yang said while dragging his cock out slowly, enjoying the wet velvety walls of Xiao Xingchen, and thrusting it back inside. The officer didn't reply. Xiao Xingchen shut his lips and closed his eyes, he wanted to pretend nothing happened. Let Xue Yang use his body as he pleases, but he won't give him more. "Come on, Xiao Xingchen. Call me hubby." "You're disgusting." Xiao Xingchen spat, can't contain his disgust of Xue Yang anymore. "Oh?" Xiao Xingchen should've learned from the first time he cursed Xue Yang that the man always pays back much more. Xiao Xingchen yelped and moaned loudly from the sudden change of angle. Xue Yang drives his cock upwards, stabbing right into Xiao Xingchen's prostate. If Xiao Xingchen's penis wasn't hard before, it definitely is now. "Heard that, Officer Song? How loudly I can make Xiao Xingchen moan? I bet he never got this loud with you before, huh? And this is only the beginning." He said cruelly as he looked at the glass again. Then, fucking Xiao Xingchen with a new pace. The table shakes from Xue Yang's force as the man is now fucking Xiao Xingchen's wet hole with abandon, thrusting into him roughly, piercing his insides but making sure every move rubs or jabs his prostate. Xiao Xingchen wailed from sensitivity, he felt like the man above him abused his prostate thoroughly. His husband's big penis always managed to push against his prostate, but never did Zichen fuck him roughly like this, he always teased him gently until Xiao Xingchen came from how sweet and tender Zichen treated him. But now, he could feel he's going to come, untouched, from Xue Yang roughing up his insides, like Xiao Xingchen doesn't mean anything other than his sex doll. "Stop. Xue Yang, please stop!" Xiao Xingchen begs, he doesn't want to come from another man raping him. Xue Yang knows that Xiao Xingchen is close to ejaculation, his hot insides feel even hotter and engulf his dick tighter, it's perfect, Xiao Xingchen is perfect. But Xue Yang was still pissed from what Xiao Xingchen called him before. He doesn't care if the man feels uncomfortable, hole is sore and oversensitive as he cums from Xue Yang's dick hammering his prostate alone. He wants to make Xiao Xingchen feel disgusting, as much as how he makes Xue Yang feel. Xue Yang abruptly stopped his unrelenting moves. Xiao Xingchen stopped crying, looking at Xue Yang with small hope through his wet eyelashes. Xue Yang pulled out his dick from the messy hole, spit and his own cum glistening on his dick, the sound is dirty as he pops the head out of the small entrance. Xiao Xingchen's hole clenches and unclenches around nothing, making Xue Yang able to see the inside of Xiao Xingchen's used hole. Satisfied with looking at the gaping entrance, he then pulls Xiao Xingchen to sit at the table, the officer looks at him with confusion. Maneuvering their bodies so Xiao Xingchen's back is in front of him, Xue Yang reaches for Xiao Xingchen's thighs and picks them up with both of his hands. "Ah! What are you doing, Xue Yang!" Xiao Xingchen yelped, worried that he's going to fall from Xue Yang's hold, who's now walking them both closer to the big glass, hands gripping under his knees. Xiao Xingchen's face changes to horror after realizing what Xue Yang tries to do, he shakes his head and is crying again. "Stop, Xue Yang, please!" Xue Yang ignored him. After both of them situated themselves in front of the glass mirror, looking at their own messy appearance, Xue Yang stopped his steps enough just so Xiao Xingchen wouldn't bump his legs against the glass. Xiao Xingchen shuts his eyes tightly, while Xue Yang's eyes rake over their whole appearance in the mirror. Xiao Xingchen's hair is messed up after lying on the small table, his face painted with sweat and tears, he looks oh so lovely. And those long legs, now spread apart by his own suspect, a criminal, his husband said. Xiao Xingchen's previously tight hole was now loose from Xue Yang's fucking, red and raw from the rough pounding, and his useless pink cock was standing shyly with precum wetting the tip. Xue Yang wondered how Xiao Xingchen's husband would feel, looking at his wife through the glass, tainted by him. Would Song Lan want to kill him, or even better, won't Song Lan now be disgusted with his own wife? God, he hopes so. He shifted Xiao Xingchen's body so the wet hole is right on top of his dick. After Xue Yang's tip managed to catch the sloppy rim, he moved Xiao Xingchen down onto his cock while he drove his cock upwards, back into that delicious heat. Xiao Xingchen mewled after being filled again, and then wept while trying to hold his moan at the same time. Xue Yang, having none of that, soon fucked into the sloppy hole again until as deep as he could manage in this position. Xiao Xingchen was unable to hide his leaking cute cock from anyone, and Xue Yang takes pride in being able to make Xiao Xingchen get wet from being fucked by him. He loosened his grips under Xiao Xingchen's knees, but not lowering his strength. It seems like Xiao Xingchen's skin easily leaves marks, as now Xue Yang is able to see some skin of the pale legs become red from his fingertips. Xue Yang continued his assault. With his arm strength, he moved Xiao Xingchen's body up and down on his cock, using him like his own fleshlight. The loosened hole welcomed his shallow thrusts, his penis stroking those hot insides in gradually quicker movements. Xiao Xingchen is still trying hard to keep his lips sealed, and Xue Yang decides he wants to hear his beautiful noises. "Aah!" Xiao Xingchen tilted his head away from the tongue licking his ear. Xue Yang, who always knows that Xiao Xingchen is sensitive on his ears, from watching his lame sessions with his husband through his secret cameras that he installed inside their apartment—Heh, foolish officers, both of them. Using his knowledge to his own advantage, brushing his lips on Xiao Xingchen's ears, his neck, peppering them with small kisses as he keeps impaling Xiao Xingchen on his dick. "Hnngh, stop, please!" Xiao Xingchen can't hold his moans anymore. Small, breathy moans and whimpering were pushed out of his lips every time Xue Yang pushed him onto his cock, thighs split open apart by Xue Yang's strong arm as he kept drilling his cock into him harder and faster, while also teasing the sensitive skin around his neck. "Aahh, no, Xue Yang!" Xue Yang lets his imagination work, thinking that Xiao Xingchen purposely moaned his name. He tries to fuck against Xiao Xingchen's prostate harder, he wants to make Xiao Xingchen lose his mind, fucked so good that he can't talk. He wants to taint Xiao Xingchen's insides with his seed, making sure that the man can feel Xue Yang's for days, weeks, addicted from the pleasure he forced on him, inside him. Xue Yang's rhythm got even more brutal, persistently sending punishing thrust into the pliant hole. Xiao Xingchen can't do anything except accept how his body is used against his will, and feel how his hole opens lewdly to accommodate a cock that isn't his husband's, how his skin is marked by a man that isn't his husband, and now feel the pleasure that he never felt coming from someone that isn't his husband. As Xue Yang keeps assaulting Xiao Xingchen's prostate, Xiao Xingchen could feel that heat building up inside his abdomen, his prostate was attacked brutally, and now he's close to cumming. Then, his tears are falling, and his lips are letting out a small scream as his penis now lets out long spurts of cum, some tainting the mirror in front of him. He whimpered again when he felt Xue Yang still moving cruelly inside his wet hole, not lowering his pace at all, moving without a care for Xiao Xingchen's oversensitivity, still rubbing against his prostate. Xiao Xingchen's eyes fall on their appearance in the mirror without he means to, and looking with helplessness as he saw the terrifying figure that is himself, a cop, being raped by a criminal, in front of his own husband through the glass, none of the them able to do anything as Xue Yang still rapes his hole dirty, jabbing into his small entrance roughly, his cock glistening from the man's own body liquids as he also wetting Xiao Xingchen's hole messily with his spit, his precum. Xiao Xingchen feels disgusting and tired, he just wants to sleep, and wants his husband to comfort him and tell him that everything is going to be okay. Xue Yang could feel that pleasure building up inside him, inside his cock. Xiao Xingchen's hole got tighter the moment he reached his peak, and now still gripping tightly around Xue Yang's dick, his insides are hot and messaging him perfectly, spasming and teasing his length deliciously. Xue Yang groaned when he was close to ejaculation, impaling Xiao Xingchen's body on his dick again and again until he reached his peak. Xue Yang wishes he could keep his cock buried inside Xiao Xingchen's perfect hole, or shoving his cock into his delicious entrance anytime and anywhere he wants to. Fuck, that would be a dream. Eventually, after countless, rough assault inside the pitiful hole, Xue Yang finally climaxed. "Xiao Xingchen—" He calls the man's name right behind his ear as Xue Yang fills his precious hole with his thick, hot seeds. Actually, it has been quite long since the last time he unload, Xue Yang can feel that he lets out copious amounts of cum into Xiao Xingchen's insides, filling him full of his spits and cum. After Xue Yang wakes from the glory, he finally drags his cock out of Xiao Xingchen's used, sloppy hole slowly, and Xiao Xingchen is whimpering cutely in front of him. Poor baby, his hole must be feeling raw after getting fucked so thoroughly by him. Looking at the mirror, Xue Yang feels the satisfaction as he sees Xiao Xingchen's glistening rim gaping, making a small O, his red insides painted with Xue Yang's cum, and it tickles slowly from the depth of the hole down to his rim, and then falls to the floor. Xue Yang would make sure that the next time he fucked Xiao Xingchen, he would bring an anal plug with him to lock his cum inside the small hole. Now, he is slowly walking them back on the table, laying Xiao Xingchen down gently, kissing the man's lips. Xue Yang lets his lips rest on top of Xiao Xingchen, not pushing, just brushing his lips against Xiao Xingchen's, for a few seconds. Then, he stood up, zipped his pants, and walked to the door. He took the chair off from under the door's handles and welcomed a few officers tackling him onto the floor. He expected the punch, coming from Song Zichen, and he sickly offered his grins to Xiao Xingchen's husband. The other police that are holding him down are now letting him go and instead trying to hold Song Zichen from taking his gun to shoot him. "Come on, guys, let him shoot me. I would be delighted to know Xingchen would be left alone at home while his husband rots at the prison for years, easier for me." Xue Yang said playfully. "Not if you die, you monster!" Officer Song screamed, trying to lunge at him with two other police trying to hold him. "Zichen, stop. Please come here…" They all heard Xiao Xingchen's small voice from the table. It was as if Song Lan only realized that Xiao Xingchen was in the room, and now he was brushing off the other police as he rushed to his husband, taking off the belt around Xiao Xingchen's body, and using the keys to unlock the cuffs. Song Lan then hugged Xiao Xingchen into his arms gently as he shielding him from everyone. "Xingchen, husband… I'm sorry..." Song Lan whispered, his voice low and shaking, eyes red and hot as he tried not to cry. But he failed. He failed big. Xue Yang is being handcuffed again by the other police, and they drag him roughly outside. Just before the door is closed on his face, he looks one last time inside the room.