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Mosheiao growled in desperation, "Mo Yeyan, if you have the guts, kiss me right now. After that, dump that woman and spend your life with me; otherwise, get out of my sight immediately."

A deathly silence.

No sound at all. All they could hear was each other's breathing, both of them breathing heavily. Mosheiao was furious because he had been serious when talking to Mo Xiaobai, but Mo Xiaobai was so indecisive that it made him feel like a fool one moment and the happiest man alive another. This constant back-and-forth was the result of his own indulgence.

Just this once, just one more time.

When he was in Washington, he had decided not to ask Mo Xiaobai about this matter again, but he couldn’t help showing how much he liked Mo Xiaobai’s expressions and emotions, and saying so many sentimental words. What did that mean He wasn't a fool; he began to realize that Mo Xiaobai was not indifferent towards him, but he didn't want to face it.

He was forcing Mo Xiaobai as much as he was forcing himself.

Mosheiao looked at Mo Xiaobai's lips and thought they were the most beautiful in the world. They looked so perfect that kissing them must feel wonderful. Mosheiao’s words, which sounded like he had nothing to lose, made all the blood rush to his head, burning fiercely inside him as if someone had cut through his deepest secrets. He didn’t care about anything else; his heated blood overwhelmed his reason and only one thought flashed in his mind.

Kiss me, kiss me, you’re mine, your man.

This was what he wanted, and this is exactly how he acted upon it. His lips were almost touching Mosheiao’s, the heat of his breath on Mosheiao's lips, nose almost brushing against Mosheiao’s skin, but just a little more… Just a little more…

Mosheiao stared at him with intense eyes while Mo Xiaobai also looked back, their gaze so close that it seemed to burn through each other. Such heat, such intensity, such turmoil… All sorts of emotions were reflected in those looks. Mosheiao saw Mo Xiaobai’s inner struggle, and Mo Xiaobai saw Mosheiao's determination. His body was alternating between coldness and warmth; his muscles screamed with pain, yearning for release.

But this kiss was forcibly restrained.

The disappointment and bleakness gradually appeared in Mosheiao’s eyes. He had expected as much.

"Get lost!" He whispered coldly, the warm minty scent lingering around his nostrils. For a moment, Mo Baixue was disoriented and unsure of where he was or what had just happened.

Mo Yao waited quietly for him to leave.

He was so tired.

He was too tired to deal with such things anymore.

He didn’t want anything related to this person, only wishing that he would stay away and stop tormenting him like this.

"Baixue, leave me alone," Mo Yao murmured softly, closing his eyes in pain, unwilling for him to see the momentary vulnerability in them. Baixue was at a loss, not knowing what to do or how to handle the situation. He hurriedly wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

He stared blankly at Mo Yao, pushing him out of his world.

Baixue slowly sat up straight and glanced at Mo Yao before leaving the ward slowly. Mo Yao opened his eyes; everything had happened as he expected, yet why did it still hurt so much He thought he was already numb to such pain.

It turned out that he couldn’t let go after all.

Just like how he felt towards Baixue; he had wanted to give up countless times but could never bring himself to do it.

Unable to give up, unable to learn to let go.

Hence the self-torture.

Murphy's face suddenly appeared at the ward door. Mo Yao was surprised; he had thought Baixue had already left, but now here he was back again, not only that, but also with a good mood. He suddenly pounced onto Mo Yao’s side, completely changing his earlier sulky and conflicted demeanor, staring wide-eyed at Mo Yao and saying, "Boss, I won’t leave..."

Moyao frowned, not understanding what he was up to. Moxiaobai said, "Brother, can you give me some time to think about things"

Moyao's eyes widened in astonishment; his injured heart began to thump rapidly, and his severely wounded body seemed unable to bear such a fast heartbeat. He felt as if he were dying.

He wanted to think Think about what

Moxiaobai slowly grabbed Moyao's hand, pressing his cheek against Moyao’s handback; the softness of his skin on Moyao’s rough hand created an unusual harmony. "Brother, can you give me some time"

"What do you want to think about" Moyao asked clearly, “Xiaobai, could you not be so selfish”

"After waiting for so long, are a few moments really that important to you" Moxiaobai kissed the back of his hand; he felt as if that part of his skin was on fire. Moyao cursed inwardly but savored this tenderness.

Why was he being so selfish

"For how long" Moyao asked coldly and rigidly. If it were before, he would have happily nodded; Mo Xiaobai willing to think about their relationship meant that he was willing to face it, which was better than ignoring it.

But why did he feel so angry and aggrieved now

Moxiaobai didn’t answer. Moyao gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Yeyan, are you satisfied Using tactics on me; do you think that emotions can be played with by your little thoughts and maneuvers as you wish If this were the case, why have I always been so indulgent of you. You say you want to think about things, but if Bai Liu hadn’t appeared—if Bai Liu had not been important to me—when would you have said you needed time to think about us Never. You wouldn't. The reason you now want to think is because you are afraid that Bai Liu will take away my affection for you. You don’t accept my feelings, but you rely on them; you don't want me, yet you want me to be devoted to you all your life. Yeyan, what do you base this on What gives you the right to endlessly demand from me like this as if I owe you something in this lifetime Why must I live such a miserable life On what grounds can you have so much confidence Have you ever thought that I am also human with feelings I too am flesh and blood, my heart hurts just as much as anyone else's. One day I will die too. If you want to love, then love boldly; in this lifetime, Mo Yao will never betray you. But if you don’t love, stop playing these little games on me. I have already given up hope, but you give me a glimmer of hope, making me fantasize that we might still be possible. You are just dragging me along, preventing me from being with Bai Liu until she gives up and then throwing me away to be with Ji Bing. How can your heart be so cold Is my love like garbage on the roadside for you Is my happiness like rotten cabbage in a market—so worthless that you wouldn’t even glance at it

Moxiaobai’s voice was choked off. He wanted to refute him, but no words came out; the loathing in Moyao's eyes made him shiver all over and his eyes stung painfully. Moyao did not expect Moxiaobai suddenly to have tears welling up as if he had suffered countless injustices.

To cry

This was simply unbelievable. Moxiaobai crying Throughout his life, he rarely shed tears; he was a hardy person who never cried even when bleeding per the Mo family tradition. He hadn’t shed a tear even during the most brutal training sessions as a child. In recent years, there were hardly any instances of him shedding tears.

Moyao's fingers, as if gently wiping away the tear at the corner of his eye, asked, "Is this a new tactic"

Moxiaobai was completely devastated. His pity seemed almost cruel, but he grabbed Moyao’s hand and pleaded pitifully, "Brother, can you give me some time Can you let me think about it for a while"

Moyao uncomfortably turned away from him; when Xiaobai looked at him with such a heart-wrenching gaze, he wanted to offer the whole world to him. But how could that be possible for just one small wish

"Brother..."

"Get out!" Afraid he would soften his heart, Moyao coldly ordered him to leave. Yet who was Moxiaobai He was a master of mischief and tantrums; when he wanted to be stubborn, even ten Moyaos couldn't stop him.

"I won’t go, I won’t go! It’s so embarrassing for me to leave like this," Xiaobai held his hand as if pouting. His small voice sounded like that of a love-sick person; it pierced through Moyao's heart, making him despise both his own softness and Moxiaobai's stubbornness.

Moyao never answered back, so Xiaobai continued to throw tantrums until the situation escalated into an argument. This was their first ever funny fight, with both of them glaring at each other; one looking like they were about to explode while the other acted all innocent.

It seemed that they had regressed to when they were fifteen years old and still had the energy to argue so immaturely.

In the end, Moyao got tired and fell asleep. Moxiaobai waited by his bedside with an undying perseverance like a cockroach; he really needed some time to sort out this matter. Perhaps what the leader said was right; maybe he did harbor such despicable intentions, thinking that as long as the leader agreed with him, then the leader would no longer be ambiguous about White Willow and remain his forever.

But the biggest reason was that he truly needed time to think it over.

He had never thought about their future together.

He always believed that his future was unrelated to him, so he hadn't even considered it. He knew Moyao liked him, but he always thought they would just be brothers for life; suddenly, once this bubble burst, he naturally needed time to process it all.

Moxiaobai looked at the sleeping Moyao with a somber expression.how could there be any mistakes That day when we were in Mexico, it was also Momo who intercepted us and blacked out both me and my brother. This incident is known by Mu Han as well." Mo Xiaobai said...