elderly brothers are filial, younger brothers are respectful

y through filming when one of the investors insisted on casting her as the lead actress, he would have replaced her long ago.In recent days, Director Lin had repeatedly complained, "A vase is a vase....The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Finale Brotherly Affection Sixth Part

Moxiao Bai decided not to discuss such a taboo sensitive issue with them, and cheerfully took a bath while humming a tune. He had a bit of obsessive cleanliness; Moxiao Bai stood next to Moyao, and Mochen was opposite them. After washing for half an hour, Moxiao Bai noticed that Moyao's towel around his waist hadn't been removed at all. He even washed vigorously, tilting his head and asking Moyao, "Big Brother, with just the three of us brothers here, are you still afraid that I might have some perverted inappropriate thoughts towards Little Brother"

The towel hadn't been removed; do little brothers not need to rinse off as well

Mochen couldn't hold back and almost choked on the water. He had wanted to say something, but only Moxiao Bai would have no qualms about raising such an issue. He still valued his dignity and wouldn't provoke Moyao unnecessarily.

Moyao didn't respond, so Moxiao Bai continued, "From what I just saw, you're much more impressive than the others; why are you being shy, Big Brother"

Moyao slowly turned off the water. "Moxiao, are you teasing me"

Moxiao Bai laughed heartily. "Little miss, give this big shot a smile."

Mochen: "..."

Moyao was furious; he couldn't take a bath anymore.

Retreat; I'll come back later tonight to wash up.

As soon as he raised his foot, Mo Baixue said, "Boss, come over and help me rub my back. It's dirty; I've been taking battle showers for the past few days, covered in mud. It's so uncomfortable."

Moyao originally wanted to send Mo Chen over to rub his back but after struggling for a while, he slowly came himself. Baixue sat down voluntarily and Moyao squatted behind him to start rubbing.

Warm water trickled sparsely from above, flowing across Baixue's back; the young man’s honey-colored skin seemed to flow with sensuality. Baixue’s skin was usually paler than theirs, even in the Middle East where UV rays were intense, his skin hadn't tanned much. The slightly pale honey-colored skin looked very healthy and sensual. He still didn’t have many muscles but the texture of his back was smooth, and his shoulders weren’t wide while his waist was soft and thin. Wu Shuang had said that Baixue’s body type was a case of being born into the wrong family.

His fingertips brushed over Baixue's skin unintentionally; the sensation beneath his fingertips made him inhale sharply, his face flushing red. He had no resistance against Mo Baixue; this fact had been known for years.

The day in the hot spring pool when Baixue came over naked and clung to him wanting to play was a year where Baixue was still young, about to turn twelve but taller than his peers. To Moyao, he was a porcelain doll with pale skin, somewhat cute.

When Baixue clung to him, he felt extremely uncomfortable; originally thinking it had something to do with disliking physical contact with others, who knew that there would be a reaction At thirteen or fourteen years old, dealing with such matters was rather unskilled. Moyao pushed away Mo Baixue and fled in embarrassment.

That night, he experienced what's commonly known as a wet dream.

The term "wet dream" is a colloquial way to describe it.

In the dream, he brazenly pressed Mo Baixue down and did as he pleased. The flirtatious expression on Baixue’s face made him become completely engrossed until he suddenly woke up, discovering that he had ejaculated. This was quite shocking to Moyao.

He attributed this to the stirrings of puberty and an overproduction of male hormones, having nothing to do with Baixue.

To prove this point, he had intimate contact with Mo Chen. The result was that there was no reaction at all; the most extreme part was that as soon as he saw Mo Baicao, he couldn't help but feel nervous, his face turning red and not daring to look at his body.

From then on, Mo Yao vaguely realized something.

He had fallen in love with his younger brother.

A person whom he shouldn't be falling for.

The very sibling who was blood-related to him.

Fortunately, Mo Chen was still around. If not, Mo Yao didn't know what he would do. Bai had sat in front of him so innocently and without any guard, allowing him to caress him freely. The sinful and forbidden feelings hidden deep inside his heart were almost bursting out, leaving him at a loss for how to react.

The sweet daydreams that he had so many times in his dreams now began to arise.

"Big Brother, it feels so good... rub harder..." Mo Baicao purred contentedly, the tremble in his voice making him seem even more alluring under the steam of hot water. This ambiguous sentence made Mo Yao's blood rush down, inflaming him greatly as he wanted to pin this person down and violate him recklessly.

The animalistic instincts hidden within him were struggling with reason.

"Bai, your voice is truly soul-stirring..." Mo Chen teased with a smile, turning off the tap. Mo Baicao hummed again in contentment, not caring about Mo Chen at all. Mo Chen said, "Take your time to wash each other; I'm boiling hot and am going now."

"Mo Chen..." Mo Yao wanted to call out to Mo Chen, wanting him not to leave and be left alone in the same space with Little White. However, his voice that came out was hoarse and repressed, sending a chill down one's spine.

Unable to hold it back any longer, he suppressed what he wanted to say as he watched Mo Chen depart.

He couldn't stay in such an enclosed space with Little White anymore; otherwise, he would go mad. With this thought in mind, Mo Yao quickly finished rubbing down Mo Xiaobai's back and said, "Alright, wash up and let’s leave."

The moment Mo Yao tried to get up, Mo Xiaobai pulled him back and had him sit behind him once more, the sensation of his slick skin igniting a spark. This made Mo Yao feel an even worse pain below his waist, causing him to curse under his breath.

"No need for that... I..." Before he could finish speaking, Mo Xiaobai grabbed a washcloth and started rubbing him down with both hands and feet, running his slick palms over Mo Yao's back and waist. Mo Yao felt like he was going mad.

He surely would go mad.

His beloved was right behind him, completely unclothed and unguarded; his hands wandered all over his body like a devil, teasing and touching him in various places, making the temperature of his entire lower back rise rapidly.

He couldn't take it...

Mao Yao wanted to turn on cold water to relieve himself but hesitated when he thought about Little White behind him; alternating temperatures might hurt him. Mo Xiaobai seemed to be enjoying this experience, chatting with Mo Yao while rubbing him down.

Mo Yao responded absentmindedly as the pain below his waist was unbearable. He clenched his teeth and reached into a towel since he couldn’t see behind him; holding onto himself, which had already been erect for some time, he stroked along with Mo Xiaobai’s rhythm.t about it one way, things turned out differently when he picked clothes for her.Ye Feimo didn't fancy the purple evening gown because it was too revealing, exposing a bit of cleavage. He wasn't pleas...