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oom; a beautiful woman wielding a knife was asking him what he wanted to eat while facing someone who exuded a dangerous allure in every way possible. The scene was quite ridiculous.Ye Feimo sighed in...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO 728 (Final Chapter)

Warming shivered, her skin covered in goosebumps. Ye Feimo looked at her with an unusually innocent expression, his laughter particularly lecherous. "Honey, what's wrong"

"You've even seen Mo Yao naked before. Talking about it like this makes me feel..." Warming seemed to be looking for a word to describe how she felt but couldn't find one that fit well. Ye Feimo then said seriously, "Honey, my loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and sea. Actually, describing something vividly can be quite simple. Just look at my physique; if I describe it like this, I'm sure to hit the mark."

Warming felt a waterfall of sweat coming down her back. Could he be any more shameless or self-absorbed

Thinking about his description just now, oh dear, she even felt a bit parched and dry-mouthed. And with a rather impressive sense of herself... "I think you're just a narcissist. More amusingly, I actually feel that what you said is quite accurate."

Ye Feimo burst out laughing heartily. A man's good physique being praised by his woman was something to be proud of.

"Sigh, pregnant with our baby and hearing these words suddenly... it makes me wonder if my husband isn't into this sort of thing at all. It really makes me worry..." Warming said with a laugh.

Ye Feimo was left speechless...

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Moxiaobai's eyes truly widened when the big brother appeared; it was hot, and Mo Yao had just taken a bath. With his wounds still bandaged, he wasn't wearing an upper garment but only white long pants. His hair dripped with water as he rubbed it dry. As he raised his arm to comb through his hair, his muscles moved in beautiful arcs, not like those of a typical bodybuilder. The slight bulge of his pectoral and abdominal muscles conveyed a rugged yet healthy strength that was quite appealing. The droplets of water slid along the smooth muscle, sparkling like gemstones rolling down his body before slowly blending into his long pants. Suddenly, he felt a strong desire to continue watching. A slender neck, beautiful collarbones, a well-built physique, and straight legs; Ye Feimo was right, their big brother stood upright like a spear or a lance, towering impressively.

Moxiao White was stunned. While Ye Fei Mo described the boss's body to him, he saw a vivid scene before his eyes, as if Moya had walked out of his description. For an instant, Moxiao White felt his heart rate accelerate sharply and start trembling violently.

Moya frowned, "Who were you talking to on the phone"

His voice was like a cold arrow that hit right at Moxiao's heart, instantly cooling him down. His eyes narrowed as he cursed Ye Fei Mo, almost instinctively hanging up the call and nearly throwing his phone away.

How shameful, how shameful...

Fuck, it was too shameful. He actually became entranced while looking at the boss's body.

He awkwardly avoided Moya's gaze; this was a strange experience. A man told him that another man liked him and urged him to conquer this man, providing him with psychological and physical stimulation. Ironically, this man appeared right in his line of sight.

Moxiao White felt like he had truly lost it.

His ears burned red as if on fire; he almost dared not look into Moya's eyes or at Moya's body, but Ye Fei Mo’s description seemed to have a magical effect and stimulated his senses.

This was an unbearable torment for Moxiao White—both mentally and physically. This made him feel extremely uneasy, unsure of how to face the boss again.

The body felt as though it had been injected with hot steam. Mo Baixue cried out, "Little cousin, I hate you! Do you have to torment me like this!" He regretted provoking Ye Feimo.

He now deeply regretted his actions.

Sitting on the bed, he could distinctly sense the scent of sandalwood from his body. This was the fragrance of the shower gel he often used; the crispness within the sandalwood aroma matched his own scent closely. Mo Baixue noticed that he almost wanted to leave this bed.

But leaving at this moment would make him look even more pitiful.

He couldn’t show such weakness in front of the boss.

Moyao unwrapped his bandages and took some medicine from beside him to apply it. Mo Baixue glanced over, his face suddenly flushing; his chest was completely exposed with bullet hole marks that had torn several times, leaving large scars slowly healing. His pectoral muscles were slightly protruding, moving rhythmically in a powerful manner. The pale-colored hawthorns on his chest seemed particularly adorable.

"Ah! No no no!!!" Mo Baixue, what nonsense are you thinking! That’s your brother!

Mo Baixue felt extremely uncomfortable; it was as if a voice behind him was mocking him for not meaning what he said and fooling himself. He didn’t know what else the voice was mocking but his whole being felt miserable. Hurriedly, almost pitifully, he turned away, unable to look at MoYao. The sight of that beautiful body seemed to taint his vision, making him fear this feeling.

Previously, nothing had bothered him, but after that call, it was as if a psychological and physiological barrier had been placed upon him. Amidst his anger, he couldn’t help but wonder: what if the man wasn't his brother...

What's the point of that Mo Baixue's mind was in a jumbled mess. He did something he himself thought was foolish; he suddenly lay down and pulled the blanket over himself, covering his face.

Mo Yao looked at him strangely for a moment before seeing a lump under the covers. Confused, he wondered which rascal had upset Bai Xia

How many years had it been since he'd done such a childish act

Bai Xia was used to it; when faced with confusing questions, he liked to curl up in his blanket—or rather, the darkness—believing that only the dark could help him think. But at this moment, the allure of the darkness almost made Bai Xia feel ashamed and overwhelmed.

They had shared a bed for days, and now every inch of the blanket seemed permeated with Big Brother's scent, clinging to him and suffocating him. He disliked that aroma but couldn't help inhaling it greedily...

He felt he was going crazy.

"Bai Xia, what’s wrong" Mo Yao asked, unable to resist raising his head and patting the bundle under the blankets. Bai Xia squirmed beneath the covers, mumbled, "Leave me alone."

Moyao frowned; Bai Xia's sense of shame was almost unbearable... The only sensation he had was heat, as if his ears and neck were burning up, while all over his body, blood rushed eagerly to one spot.

He realized that his body inexplicably reacted.k, she couldn't hide her smile. Mo Chen held Sen with a stiff posture, his thoughts were in disarray, and since Sen couldn't speak, Eleven hurriedly took Sen from him.Ye Wei said, "Hey, little one, we...