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s with their thick arms exposed. A heavy smell of sweat hit her nostrils, causing Warm to feel suffocated."Let go, help me...嗚嗚..." She had barely shouted for help when a thick palm covered her mouth....730

Moyao looked at the words on the screen in surprise and then turned his head to look at Mo Xiaobai. He was facing away from Moyao, closing his eyes for rest. Moyao couldn't see his expression but remembered how strange he had seemed when he stood up.

Moyao thought that maybe Xiaobai actually...

Thinking about it further, Moyao felt this matter was quite normal since Xiaobai was still young at only 23 years old. His body was strong, and young people often had vigorous energy. Given his days of care for him, there didn't seem to be anything amiss. It seemed rather reasonable indeed. After all, a man's physical response can sometimes be unpredictable and uncontrollable. Moyao felt this explanation made sense, so he thought it wasn't such a big deal.

Thus, he calmly replied to Yefei Mo with one character: Oh.

This indicated that he understood. On the other side of the computer, Yefei Mo was coughing up blood from frustration. The surge in energy felt like death by a thousand cuts. Boss, can you please not be so wooden Don't be so wooden...

Yefei Mo was particularly upset. He had put so much effort into guiding this lost lamb, only to find out that the lamb didn’t follow his direction at all. This made even the usually scheming Second Young Master a bit unhappy.

But what kind of person is the Second Young Master With such a tenacious heart, he wasn't afraid of Moyao being wooden even when pointed out directly. Warmth was laughing wildly on the side, finding it strange how men could have such close friendships and familial bonds that were so unreserved.

She had never seen such emotionally close brothers among the men she knew.

This kind of life-or-death friendship was truly unique.

The Second Young Master hesitated, wondering if he should point it out. After some thought, he decided against it. The period of secret admiration was actually quite a beautiful memory. Some say that the vague stage of romance is the most heart-stirring, although he felt Xiaobai and Moyao's vague phase had been rather long. However, he also felt that if he were to directly ruin this vague sentiment, he would be committing a grave sin. Moreover, once the boss knew about it, Xiaobai wouldn't find it interesting anymore.

He wanted to torment Xiaobai...

After such thoughts, Yefei Mo silently deleted what he had written and typed another sentence: Moyao, do you think Xiaobai has some feelings for you This question stunned Moyao.

warm held Ye Feimo's arm and laughed, "Feimo, you're too naughty, really, too naughty..."

Ye Feimo displayed an innocent expression, clueless about what warm was saying. Warm shook in his arms like a leaf; she truly felt that her man was too malicious. Ye Feimo said, the most poisonous heart belongs to a man.

How could he not be

warm thought that she needed to do prenatal education well. If such a malicious father were to have intimate contact with her baby, it might corrupt her child as well.

Moyao looked at Ye Feimo's words and began to ponder; did Xiaobai have some feelings for him

If this had been any other matter, Moyao would have pressed on until he got an answer. But with this issue, he lacked the courage to do so. Everywhere, Xiaobai expressed that Moyao was his brother and meant it sincerely. All Moyao saw in Xiaobai's eyes were fraternal feelings; there was nothing else. Why should he torment himself Although he had been doing this for a long time, he felt numb now. But the final step, Moyao always hesitated.

Others could see that he was devoted to Xiaobai. Some even hinted at him to move on since it wasn't possible to be with Xiaobai; they were brothers for life and had a close relationship anyway. A place in his heart was enough, not necessarily the most important one. Xiaobai simply did not care about Moyao, and he couldn't force it.

Others dared not advise him so directly; they only hinted at it. Moyao is smart and wouldn't miss their meaning.

Did they think he didn't understand this You can't force love. He didn't push for it because that was his business, not forcing Xiaobai to like him. He just did what he thought was right, indulging the person he wanted to indulge. He didn't feel shortchanged or foolish; that's how he liked things to be. Who could say otherwise Did they think love was a tap, turn it on when you want, and off when you don't It wasn't so simple.

Moyao shut down his computer. The wound hadn't fully healed yet, causing him a vague pain he couldn’t pinpoint: heartache or the physical wound. Was the heartache tugging at the wound or was it the other way around In any case, it hurt, and this kind of pain was something Moyao couldn't bear. He frowned slightly as he lay down quietly and turned off his bedside lamp.

In the darkness, one's senses were more acute. Xiaobai felt like he was enveloped in a high-temperature blanket with a natural heat source beside him, an unceasing warmth that seemed to scald his skin. He had a strong urge to escape. Continuously pondering whether Moyao knew about his odd behavior just now; even if Moyao did know what he was doing, would he think of why Xiaobai was acting this way

Xiaobai smiled bitterly. The big brother probably hadn't thought that far, because the big brother…

The surroundings were very quiet, silent except for their heartbeats. Suddenly, a strong urge came over Xiaobai; he wanted to ask Moyao if it was worth it these years. He had asked Ji Bing this question: Is it worth it But he never asked the big brother himself. Xiaobai didn't want to admit that he was weak at this moment and couldn't face up to the question. The big brother must feel it's worth it, but he felt otherwise.

Wasting more than ten years of precious time.

Boss, does he really love me Does he truly love me If it's not true love, how could he persist for so long But because of this love, due to his persistence, isn't he tired

Moxiao Bai realized that he had never seriously pondered the issues between him and Boss. He had never let go of his grudges and had a proper talk with Boss about the awkwardness in their relationship.

He was avoiding it.

This was cowardly behavior, even he knew it himself.

Boss is actually really good. His looks are unparalleled, his character is impeccable, and his abilities are unmatched; there's nothing to criticize about him. He’s perfect. Moxiao couldn't find any shortcoming that would be considered masculine about Boss.

Everything a man desires, he has it all.

But why isn’t Boss happy Is it because of him

Boss is like a bamboo shoot, striving for growth without showing off his sharp edges. Inside, there's integrity. He once had a vague thought: if Boss were a woman with such looks and temperament, he would have pursued her relentlessly and cherished her in the palm of his hand for life.

Unfortunately, Boss is Boss, his elder brother.

He awkwardly dismissed that damned thought. Since then, he’s walked further down the path of avoiding Boss, with each step becoming darker and more ambiguous. Up until now, there's still a tinge of sadness in him, as if the once-awkward boy had died in this very awkwardness.

Moxiao sensed Moxiao Bai's tenseness but didn't know how to bring it up. Ye Feimo's words kept spinning around in his head, and he bitterly smiled; ultimately, he felt that thinking about it was self-torture, so he stopped delving deeper into it.

In the darkness, Moxiao Bai’s voice was barely audible as he called out, "Boss… are you asleep"

"Something up"

Mosai shook his head and said, "Nothing, just can't sleep."

Moyao didn’t speak, nor did Mosai say anything more. After a while, Mosai could hear Moyao's even breathing; he had fallen asleep. The senior’s wound was not fully healed yet, so his body easily got tired. Recently, he’d been going to bed early.

In the dim light, Mosai got the feeling that no matter how he looked at him, the senior really… was beautiful.

...

The next day, Mosai accompanied Moyao for a follow-up check-up at the hospital. The wound had officially healed and was in the process of being changed. In about a week's time, it would be fully recovered. On their way back from the hospital, Moyao kept thinking that maybe it was time for him to leave.

His injury was almost healed, so he no longer had any reason to stay in Washington or at Mosai’s home. He needed to go.

Sometimes, life likes to play tricks on you.

Mosai liked speeding and, relying on his good driving skills, enjoyed listening to rock music while doing so. Moyao had told him many times that it was dangerous, but Mosai didn’t think much of it; the probability of him having an accident was as rare as a meteorite hitting Earth. With his excellent driving skills, even in winding traffic, he could drive faster than others and arrive home sooner. And at this time of day, Washington’s roads were congested with peak hour traffic. Unluckily for them, they encountered an accident on the road. A sports car came speeding out from a one-way street, running a red light and colliding tragically with a truck. Both vehicles crashed violently; the sports car skidded across the ground with a loud screech before spinning around to hit Mosai’s sports car. Mosai quickly braked, but because he was driving fast at that moment, when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, the sports car rear-ended his vehicle and smashed into the median strip. His own car spun in place as several other cars simultaneously crashed into it—one side-swiped the sports car, another dangerously grazed past Mosai’s car, and yet another hit him head-on. The result was that when Mosai braked sharply, Moyao slammed against the interior of the vehicle multiple times, his chest taking a powerful blow each time. This series of impacts left Moyao unable to steady himself, causing repeated collisions within the car; meanwhile, Mosai’s head collided with the steering wheel and he felt dizzy as a result. When Mosai regained consciousness, they were already at the scene of the accident—Moyao was clutching his chest, drenched in cold sweat...

The wound had reopened again...

Mosai himself also got a bump on his head and almost cursed out loud. Seeing Moyao’s condition, he broke into another cold sweat. The senior’s wound hadn’t fully healed yet; it was opening up again. How long had he been recovering for Now that the wound was finally getting better, this new development was truly tragic. Mosai was frustrated and concerned, wishing he could shoot down whoever caused the accident. He hurriedly asked about Moyao's condition, but when Moyao opened his eyes to glare at him with hatred...

Mosai felt extremely worried and afraid that Moyao would be angry with him. He frantically wagged his tail in a pitiful attempt to plead for mercy, displaying an earnest expression worthy of a responsible youth, almost shedding tears to express remorse—only a wail away from bursting into tears.hem, her eyes reflecting a hint of boredom. She was a very principled person and thought if they wanted to compete, let them do so without affecting her work. Originally, she had planned to act after...