He jerks his eyes away from the injury and turns them on Mobei Jun, who has taken a step away from him now, but still stares, like he’s judging Shang Qinghua, and — “You hurt me,” Shang Qinghua presses out, accusingly, and even to his ears it still sounds pitiful and shell shocked. He’s not even sure why he’s surprised, anymore.
and I'm reminded of the simple life (where I work and just be used) by Vodkassassin on AO3
Seriously this fic is SO GOOD! Made me feel all the feels. So much SQH-hurt, and there be comfort too, the whump is just delicious and on a whole other level!




















