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ing him a plump appearance. His once angular face had become more rounded, resembling an oriental classical beauty.His physique improved, making him look even more like a prince..."What are you lookin...The President's Substitute Ex-Wife / 1049/ Read Pavilion

Moxiao Bai crashed deeply, in an extremely heavy manner. He didn't care about anything else and only wanted to fiercely love his brother. His knuckles turned white as he held onto Moyaos hand tightly, tears and sweat flying as they fell. This was a kind of collision devoid of technique, purely relying on his beastly nature to vent the emotions from hell to heaven that he had towards Moyo. He completely disregarded Moyo's pain; in fact, his rationality had been seized by the feeling of losing and then regaining something.

Moxiao Bai remembered that the last time he had such an emotion was a year after learning about Moyo's death, when he suddenly saw him again. Back then, he also felt like pinning Moyo down and loving him thoroughly. He needed this intense emotion to vent his wild joy and despair.

Each powerful thrust made Moyo extremely painful, as if he was an ancient soldier receiving orders for attack and simply repeated the same mechanical thrusting movement. All rationality and words vanished; this was the only way to release pent-up emotions.

Moyo was in great pain, a kind of agony that permeated his entire body. Just moments ago, he had been shocked awake by an electric shock, leaving him already weak with no strength left. Even for such a strong man, under these circumstances he could only be weak and needed time to recover. This was the best opportunity for Moxiao Bai to consume him completely, and naturally, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. Moyo didn't mind being taken by Moxiao Bai.

However, not so fiercely, please. He had already lost half his life; if Moxiao Bai kept this up, the rest of his life would be over too.

He wanted to kick the man below him away, but instead he took deep breaths, trying to ease the discomfort and relax his body to better accommodate Moxiao's desires, finding a more comfortable position. Moxiao Bai was so overwhelmed by emotion that once Moyo moved even slightly, he would hold on tighter without allowing any escape.

"!" Moyo couldn't help but curse, his face turning red as sweat poured down continuously, mixing with Moxiao Bai's sweat until it was impossible to tell whose it was.

"I love you!" Moxiao Bai thrust harder once more. Moyo let out a stifled groan. To avoid being killed by this madman, Moyo reached up and held onto Moxiao Bai tightly, pressing his lips against Moxiao Bai's, who eagerly opened his mouth to bite Moyo's lip. Moyo tasted the flavor of blood, which slightly stung but stimulated their nerves further. Moxiao Bai wrapped his tongue around every inch of skin that belonged to him.

Brother... This man belongs to him, completely and solely. Only he can make him react so quickly like that, and only he can bring him such pain and joy.

His emotions are his.

His life is his.

Even his fate is his.

No one can take him away. No one can ever suddenly remove him from his side again without warning.

Deeply embracing, like two intertwining fish.

Moyao順著Moxiaobai's spine, soothing Xiaobai's emotions.

"Brother..." Moxiaobai called out softly. Moyao felt wetness on his face, as if rain had started falling from the sky, salty tears landing on his face, evoking a sense of unspeakable tenderness.

Moyao held him tightly, indulging in Moxiaobai's索取, ramming into him without restraint,包容著他偶爾纔會出現的這種極端任性。

*(Note: The last sentence includes the original Chinese phrase "索取" and "包容著他偶爾纔會出現的這種極端任性" which don't have direct English translations that convey the same meaning accurately.)*

Moxiao Bai slowly withdrew after being released, feeling even more exhausted than before he fell into unconsciousness. His body protested against the overuse and there were two bruises on his waist from Moxiao's grip during their lovemaking. This was an extremely chaotic lovemaking session for Moxiao Bai and a torturous one for Moxiao, who didn't even reach climax and only felt pain.

Of course, no matter how accommodating or considerate he was toward Moxiao Bai, the physical pain could not be ignored.

Moxiao Bai seemed to have snapped out of his trance and looked at Moxiao in surprise. The fierce beast from moments ago transformed into a meek lamb, guilt and concern evident in his eyes as he hurriedly rushed to Moxiao's side, heartbroken by how exhausted Moxiao appeared.

He truly was despicable; his brother wasn't even halfway through with his life, yet he acted like an animal. Moxiao Bai looked at Moxiao remorsefully, wearing a face of acceptance for punishment. How could Moxiao blame him Moxiao Bai leaned in and kissed the corners of Moxiao's lips gently.

There were traces of blood on the deck, blending into their sweat and seawater but not very noticeable; however, it made Moxiao Bai tremble. He had hurt Moxiao. Moxiao lifted his head and said, "It’s fine..."

The pain was just too intense.

"Brother, I’m sorry," Moxiao Bai hung his head before him like a sheep that committed a fault, not daring to speak any louder as if wishing he could slap himself. Moxiao smiled bitterly and pinched his cheek.

Little fool.

This was a very normal occurrence, although he didn't go to the extreme of doing something similar to Moxiao Bai in such a manner. That was merely because he had always remained rational and hadn't broken down except for that time in Mexico's forest when he did break down.

The little white one was merely worried about him.

The wind over the Caribbean wasn't cold, but Mo Baixue still found a blanket to wrap around both of them. He pressed close to Mo Yao, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling incredibly happy. Just now, he had been really scared.

Mo Yao held his hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, gently soothing someone's heart.

"Brother, what happened Why did something go wrong" Finally, Mo Baixue summoned up the courage to ask. He wasn't that willful; he knew about Mo Yao's deep-sea phobia and didn't dare let Mo Yao dive into deeper waters.

This was a secret known only by Ye Wei, Eleven, Mo Yue, Mo Jue, Mo Baixue, Mo Chen, and Wu Shuang. If this weakness were discovered by others, Mo Yao wouldn't have any place to rest in death.

The leader of the mafia shouldn't fear anything.

When Mo Yao was young, he had once fallen into the sea during training, floating for a day before nearly drowning. As a result, he developed aquaphobia. Later, during diving training, Ye Wei and Eleven didn't know about his condition. Not wanting others to learn of this weakness, an accident occurred during the dive that almost cost him his life. He then suffered from severe deep-sea phobia once more, initially unable even to enter the water.

Later, after numerous trainings by Eleven, there was some improvement and he could go underwater, but there were depth limitations.

Brothers and sisters,ly hurt by him in London, she returned to Rome and cut off all contact with him. However, when they met online again, they still exchanged a few words.There’s no help for it; they often chat on the in...