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He felt that since he had spoken, Mo Yao should also speak his mind, for fairness.

However, the word "fairness" doesn't exist in Mo Yao's dictionary. He didn't want to talk about Xiao Bai with others; this person whom he loved and hated at the same time. It wasn't exactly love and hate, but rather more love than hate, always making him feel lost and anxious.

Bai Liu saw that he wouldn’t speak up and didn’t force him. Instead, she just said quietly, "You're being petty."

Mo Yao thought to himself, "Yeah, maybe I am being petty."

But he really didn't want to share Xiao Bai with others; such a great person. Although he had many complaints about Xiao Bai and knew that Xiao Bai had many flaws, in his eyes, Xiao Bai was still beautiful.

He wished he could keep him in his pocket, not wanting to share him with anyone else or let them see him.

Ironically, Mo Yao himself was the dream man for many people.

Bai Liu didn't insist. She wasn’t someone who liked to pry into others' privacy, and since Mo Yao didn't want to talk about it, neither would she. Under the hot sun, Mo Yao accompanied her silently painting until both of them were hungry. His painting still wasn't finished, but they couldn’t resist their hunger any longer so they found a restaurant nearby. Bai Liu's requirements for food weren't high; they chose a mid-range restaurant. Mo Yao ate seafood while Bai Liu had steak. The dishes were delicious and tasty. Neither of them drank alcohol, and their eating habits were quite similar.

After lunch, Bai Liu returned to the original spot to continue her painting. Mo Yao found his interest in it unique; he thought there were many ways to depict this stadium without coming here personally. But Bai Liu said that seeing things with one's own eyes gave a sense of thickness and intensity.

He didn’t understand, but he didn't say anything else.

Bai Liu said, "If you’re bored, go walk around on your own. I may need another two hours."

"I’m not bored." Mo Yao replied.

Indeed, he wasn’t bored; after all, he had endured several hours in the desert and snowfields with absolute silence. With such company as Bai Liu who was both beautiful and someone to talk to for these few hours, how could he possibly feel bored Both of them were people who could endure loneliness; Bai Liu just smiled and didn't ask him to leave.

At 3 PM in the afternoon, Bai Liu finally finished her painting. She only painted a part of the stadium, with very simple sketches that were realistic and substantial. Her painting skills were always excellent, but Mo Yao felt something was missing. Undoubtedly, Bai Liu was an outstanding artist; anything under his brush leaped off the paper as if alive. This grand structure was no exception. With his sharp eyesight, he judged it to be a great work of art. However, should he be a collector, he wouldn’t likely collect it. The exact reason for this wasn't clear.

"Are you not satisfied" Bai Liu asked.

"You’ve painted excellently." Mo Yao replied. Looking at Mo Yao seriously, Bai Liu said, "But you’re still unsatisfied."

He seemed rather stubborn, and quite obstinate. Mo Yue looked at his serious little face and simply said with a mild tone, "Whether I am satisfied or not doesn't matter. You are painting not to satisfy me, but yourself."

Bai Liu's dark eyes flickered with an unusual expression as he curved his lips slightly, "I have one flaw—if someone isn’t satisfied with my work, neither will I be."

Mo Yue said, "I also have a quirk—I am dissatisfied with almost everything in this world. So, are you going to be unhappy with your cherished work just because of my oddity It makes no sense."

Gazing at the sky, Mo Yue remained indifferent and said, "It is meaningless whether anyone else is satisfied or not. As long as you are self-satisfied, it's enough—only when one feels content will they stand up guilt-free; everyone would then be pleased with them."

These words were profound. Bai Liu merely pursed his lips and didn't say much more. Perhaps he was too stubborn.

Mo Yue looked at his painting and said, "It’s really quite good."

Bai Liu let out a sigh of relief. Mo Yue thought to himself that Bai Liu had an obsessive need for perfection; he was a complete perfectionist who paid meticulous attention to his attire and manners, and had sophisticated speech akin to a nobleman. He also demanded high standards from his paintings, wanting many people's approval. Yet, what he didn't realize was that there was no need for him to seek the satisfaction of others—he only needed to satisfy himself.

Living for others was too exhausting.

In these past dozen years, he had been so tired it felt like he was panting like a dog. What was even worse was that he did so willingly—that's truly what kills you.

Living for oneself felt much more carefree.

"You really are an odd person," Bai Liu said. Mo Yue smiled faintly, never denying it.

The afternoon sun slanted across the sky; he looked up and golden sunlight outlined a thin halo around his face. Bai Liu squinted his eyes as he saw from his angle that Mo Yue’s profile was perfection itself—he had long lashes but not arched ones, rather straight and seemingly stiff. With closed eyes, his hand resembled a fan covering half the face; when opened, it slowly lifted like a fan, protecting those sharp eyes.

His skin wasn’t very fair but quite healthy with a hint of copper—his neck was graceful, and his Adam’s apple attractive, making for an alluring silhouette when he tilted his head back. Mo Yue was tall, slender yet straight, somewhat slim; Bai Liu guessed that his height would mean his weight wouldn't meet the standard, but he didn’t appear frail at all—he seemed full of power instead. He and Mo Yue were like-minded people...

Bai Liu had met more people than Mo Yue, and in his circle, there were a few similar individuals. Bai Liu thought that Mo Yue was precisely the type who could evoke deep emotions and longing.

This man was too perfect.

There was nothing imperfect about him—the only flaw was perhaps being taciturn, but for a man, this wasn’t really a shortcoming. He himself was also one of those men who believed silence is golden; thus Bai Liu thought he was perfect.

Over these few days, he couldn't find any faults with Mo Yue.

Mojie said that he liked a man, but the man preferred women and not him. He thought, such types of men are universally attractive to both genders; there’s actually someone who gave up on them What poor taste.

Hmm, unable to appreciate talent.

There are many people like that in this world. Mo Yue is definitely the type of loyal lover who will give you a warm shelter for life with his affection.

"What are you looking at" Mo Yue suddenly turned around; he had long noticed Bai Liu’s scrutinizing gaze. People like him are extremely sensitive to other people's gazes, and letting Bai Liu look at him made him wonder what the other was thinking about, but after staring for so long, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bai Liu remained calm: "You're really beautiful."

Mo Yue’s sharp ears suddenly turned red; his ears were a sensitive spot. Usually before his face turns red, his ears would already be flushed. Who else can look at another man like this and still confidently say something along the lines of “you’re so handsome” or “I’m utterly captivated by you” when caught

No one You should feel somewhat embarrassed, right

But Bai Liu felt nothing out of place. He said his honest opinion: "I haven’t seen a more beautiful man than you."

"That’s because you’re inexperienced," Mo Yue said coolly; there were many people who looked better than him. Sulman from Riyadh was still a great beauty, and time hadn’t aged her at all. The Su family generally seemed youthful and had good appearances; his grandmother also appeared graceful and pretty.

Then there’s Little White…

Little White looks much better than him.

"Maybe!" Bai Liu didn’t deny this statement, bowing his head with a faint smile.

Mo Yue liked people who were easy to read. He didn’t like people who had secrets around him, so he liked Bai Liu—Bai Liu was someone you could see right through.

He never lied; this quality made Mo Yue quite fond of the man.

Although there was some mystery surrounding him that prevented Mo Yue from fully understanding him, it didn’t stop him from liking the man. It’s like how a breeze feels comfortable when it blows past you, but you know the wind is free and can’t be grasped.

Mojie patted his shoulder: "Let's go!"

Bai Liu was taken aback for a moment before nodding and packing up to follow him.

It was still early, and Mo Yao took him around the city of Rome. Bai Liu spoke more than before, as if he had suddenly transformed from a mild and introverted youth into an adorable and lively one.

Mo Yao was somewhat surprised but didn't mind this change in mood. Bai Liu indeed embodied the phrase 'still as a maiden when still, quick as a hare when active.' His increased chatter made Mo Yao feel that Bai Liu loved Rome deeply. He asked nearly everything about the buildings and their histories within the city, to which Mo Yao, being local-born, naturally provided explanations. Occasionally, Bai Liu would laugh, causing Mo Yao's lips to curve slightly too; they were like tourists exploring the city.

Bai Liu thought of him as a good tour guide, and he felt that staying at the Mo Castle was worthwhile.

Mo Yao took him to places unknown even to outsiders. He knew Bai Liu's preferences well enough to know such sights would please him.

They had dinner out. After eating, Bai Liu said he wanted to drink.

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows in response, "I never drink."

Bai Liu replied, "I can handle a thousand cups without getting drunk."

This put Mo Yao in a difficult position. His family hardly ever drank; he and Mo Jue didn’t touch alcohol at all, while Mo Chen and Xiao Bai only had small amounts occasionally. Mo Ye sometimes drank but not much. The liquor cabinet was mostly for display.

"Where do you want to drink"

“Find a bar,” suggested Bai Liu as he glanced at his watch, “It’s still early.”

Morning had taken over the mafia-related matters entirely. They could indeed return earlier if they wanted. Mo Yao thought about it and said, "Alright."

He took Bai Liu to a bar that Xiao Bai often visited. But Bai Liu immediately rejected it upon seeing it and asked, “Is there any gay bar”

Mo Yao was taken aback, his brows slightly furrowed. In his memory, those were very disorderly places; such a clean youth as Bai Liu shouldn’t go to such places. Mo Yao's instinctive reaction was to refuse, but Bai Liu’s gaze was clear and pure.

"I am gay. Is it strange for me to want to go to a gay bar" asked Bai Liu.

Mo Yao replied, "It isn't strange."

He found that rather peculiar himself.forming everyone that updates will be added when conditions are met.P.P.S.: Thank you to both new and old readers for your long-term support. Truly thank you, as what's good for you is also good for m...