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Afterwards, Mo Baixue did not faint as he had the last time. He lay there drowsily, seemingly trying to regain a sense of reality. For some reason, Mo Yao hoped that he would stay awake for one more night; at least this way, he could have him for an extra hour or two.

Mo Baixue lay lazily on the bed. Once satisfied, men's bodies become lazy and sluggish, and Mo Baixue was no exception. He had sweated profusely, his eyes were wet like a black gem covered in dewdrops after sex. Watching him made Mo Yao's heart ache. At this moment, Mo Baixue remembered everything: the events that happened to him while he was in prison and what transpired in the forest. However, he had forgotten about what occurred during the time when his memory was fragmented. It seemed like two different people with separate memories. Su Man mentioned that once Mo Baixue recovered fully, those missing memories would return. Baiye had said that normally after sex, Mo Baixue would fall unconscious; it was both a release of pent-up desires and an easing of the body which allowed him to forget temporarily. But now Mo Yao wondered why he remained awake, yet felt joy for it. If Mo Baixue remained conscious, it meant that they shared more memories together.

"Brother, we're at Su Man's place" Mo Baixue asked.

Mo Yao nodded. Furrowing his brows, Mo Baixue gazed out the window where the stars twinkled in the night sky. The view from Mo Yao’s room was particularly beautiful. There wasn't a hint of happiness on Mo Baixue's face; he lacked the usual bright smile from earlier today. Even after succumbing to drug addiction, he had smiled cheerfully to avoid worrying others, but now he didn’t hide his sadness and loneliness.

The night seemed even heavier than before. Mo Yao hugged him from behind, his chest pressed against Baixue's back as one arm circled around to hold him close. The two were of similar height; the hug felt surprisingly comfortable. Habitually curling into a protective position, Mo Baixue allowed Mo Yao to gently stroke his chest where scars and injuries lingered, none having healed yet. Given his vanity, he would have long used scar removal creams on those detested marks. Clutching onto Mo Yao’s hand, Mo Baixue's eyelids twitched slightly; he expected him to push away the hand but instead held it tightly as their fingers intertwined and rested atop his chest. Neither spoke, a scenario unexpected yet bringing immense joy.

Baixue...

"Are dad and mom here too I remember something," Mo Baixue murmured thoughtfully. Mo Yao nodded in affirmation, "Yes, they are all here. They're very worried about you. Would you like to see them"

Baixue shook his head. Mo Yao hummed softly and held him tighter; he had lost a lot of weight recently, with his muscles having wasted away over these months of torment. His body felt soft and lacked the previous firmness.

"Are you tired If so, just close your eyes and sleep. I'll be here to watch over you," Mo Yao said. Baixue's silence was unnerving; he feared that his solitude would worsen any psychological trauma. He wished he could share some of the burden and hoped that Baixue would express himself freely, knowing it wouldn't be easy but still hoping.

"What... did I do today" Mo Baixue asked as he held his head in pain; Mo Yao realized then that he was trying to recall recent events. Time had flown by too quickly for him and memories were hazy, leaving gaps which caused distress and confusion. Clutching at the side of his head, he tried to think harder until it became painful. Mo Yao gently pressed on his temples in an attempt to stop him from self-harming.

"If you can't remember, then don’t try to. After your coma, you returned and have been sleeping ever since," Mo Yue said. Xiao Bai remembered what happened on the beach and tonight’s events but had forgotten everything in between; he didn’t recall his stay at the detox facility.

Xiao Bai didn't believe him. He wasn't stupid—he knew something was off. This was why Weiye suggested that he immediately fall unconscious after being released. That way, Xiao Bai wouldn’t think much and suffer less. He didn’t need to ponder too much or be troubled by the disordered memories—at least not until he recovered.

Mo Yue turned him around and held his head while kissing him. His hand got tangled in Xiao Bai’s wet hair, immobilizing him. Xiao Bai was captivated by this kiss. For him, kissing Mo Yue was exhilarating and fresh, and it gave him an inexplicable sense of fulfillment and happiness. He liked when Mo Yue kissed him, and at that moment, his mind was empty; he was immersed in the tenderness and sweetness Mo Yue bestowed upon him.

Xiao Bai didn’t resist but hugged Mo Yue’s waist instead, their chests pressed tightly together like two kissing fish destined to kiss until the end of time. The temperature inside the room gradually rose as all of Mo Yue’s blood slowly flowed down to his lower body. Xiao Bai slightly pulled away and looked down with a flush on his face, asking, "Brother, do you want me"

Mo Yue felt somewhat embarrassed by Xiao Bai's straightforwardness. He was truly beastly, but he wasn’t one to hide it; thus, he didn't conceal his desire. Usually after helping Xiao Bai out, Mo Yue took care of himself, and as a man, how could he not want to unite with the person he loved So, he nodded without hesitation. Xiao Bai thought for a moment and acted very obediently, seemingly ready to be enjoyed by anyone. Smiling, Mo Yue embraced him and said, "Let’s wait until your body is better; it's not possible now."

Xiao Bai was somewhat surprised and disappointed. He really wanted to consummate his relationship with Mo Yue thoroughly. So he asked, “What if I take you”

Mo Yue pondered for a moment before realizing Xiao Bai was lucid now. Therefore, he didn't refuse. It was the first time Mo Yue saw a remembering Xiao Bai smile; it was a carefree and cheerful one that made him think Xiao Bai had truly recovered.

"Brother, you’ll really spoil me," said Xiao Bai as he turned over on top of Mo Yue and kissed his lips. Xiao Bai’s technique was excellent; he did so without hesitation and smoothly, causing Mo Yue to feel slightly dizzy.

Would he spoil him No matter how much Xiao Bai was spoiled, it would be fine. Even if he were spoilt, Mo Yue wouldn’t mind.

Motivated by his body's impulses and the flow of blood, Mo Yue almost lost control. His body felt as hard as stone, muscles filled with strength and explosive power, ready to burst forth; but for Xiao Bai’s sake, who was not yet fully recovered, he held back. Xiao Bai moved slowly, his nimble hands holding his pride and sliding it up and down—this was the first time he had done this for Mo Yue.

His own right hand felt vastly different from Xiao Bai's; that sense of fulfillment and excitement was something he had never experienced before. He always thought that when men did such things, their hands should feel the same. Only now did he truly understand the difference.

The white rabbit slid down slightly, gently enclosing the moist tip. Mo Yue hurriedly reached out to stop him, saying, "Little White, don't do this..."

His voice was cut off by Little White's deeper swallowing actions. Mo Yue felt a sudden surge of heart palpitations, especially when he saw Little White’s eyes—moist and focused. Occasionally they glanced up at him with an endless allure that wasn’t feminine in the least but truly masculine, yet undeniably seductive. Mo Yue was completely immersed in this ultimate indulgence.

Returning kindness had always been one of Little White's virtues; doing so put no pressure on him whatsoever. He didn't recall any hallucinations from his time in prison nor did he feel forced to engage in something unpleasant when touched by others. He was joyful, and Mo Yue’s face showing deep immersion made him feel even more fulfilled.

If someone had told him six months ago that one day he would be in such a posture with another man, he probably would have wanted to dig up the other person's entire ancestry and punish them severely. But now this was happening, and Mo Bai Xiao found it quite normal, feeling no shame or humiliation whatsoever because the other man was Mo Yue. He did so willingly and felt completely satisfied.

He wanted to make Mo Yue happy.

Much more than anyone else could.

Vaguely sensing that during his periods of unconsciousness, Mo Yue had endured great hardship and sadness. Thus, he wished to give him more when he was fully aware, hoping that in moments of confusion, Mo Yue would be a little more tolerant and understanding, not giving up on him.

The accumulation of intense feelings surged like waves, and at the final moment, Mo Yue pulled Little White up with him, releasing together. Their chests rose and fell dramatically, their breathing irregular, lacking rhythm. There were too many ways to quench desire, and it didn’t necessarily have to reach its peak; in this dizzying intimacy, Mo Yue felt an overwhelming sense of reality that they would be companions for life.

Mo Bai Xiao lay limply against Mo Yue’s chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Here was a strong heart always so full of vitality and vigor, exuding boundless energy; it was him who made this heart beat so wildly. Mo Bai Xiao felt somewhat pleased—it could only be him.

Mo Yue thought Little White would continue in this afterglow, but instead, Little White kissed him before rolling to the side with a lazy posture and said with a smile, "I’m too tired."

Moyao carried him to the bathroom for a bath and then came back to change the sheets. When Xiaobai returned to bed, he was already drowsy. Moyao knew that once he fell asleep, he would forget about it the next day. He held his hand quietly and waited for him to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Xiaobai spoke up, "Brother, when can I kick my drug addiction"

"Uncle Baiye said it will take some time," Moyao replied. "What's wrong"

"Nothing much, have we been staying in Riyadh all this while"

"Yes."

"And you Will you stay here or wait for me to get better before going back to Rome"

Moyao countered with a question, "Do you want me to stay" Xiaobai didn't open his eyes. He seemed to find it difficult; if he asked Moyao to stay, it would be unfair to Big Brother. But now, he did not want him to leave. He had no idea why but he didn't feel like going back to Rome.

"I do. I don’t want to go back," Xiaobai said.

Moyao sighed, "Alright, I'll stay with you and we won't be going back."

The next day, Xiaobai would insist, "Boss, when are you returning to Rome Can we go back"ut recently, things seem different."Kaka felt complicated emotions as he watched his brothers chat. He had a sense of severe loss and pain. They hadn’t seen each other for days, and she signed off the...