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dustry two years ago" Fang Liucheng gazed at Nuannuan softly and asked. His gaze was ambiguous and affectionate under the lighting.The stars were twinkling brightly atop the mountain, adding to the ro...834

The man looked particularly eerie in the night, wearing a skull mask. One hand pressed down on Mo Xiaobai's hand while his knee was pressing against Mo Xiaobai's ribcage, looking coldly at the man beneath him. Mo Xiaobai cried out desperately, 'Mommy, is he conscious If I knew, I would have kissed him as soon as he arrived.' The boss, you are too alert, actually a kiss wouldn't hurt.

"It's you" The man asked coldly. Even in such an awkward situation, Mo Xiaobai still showed his unparalleled charm. He tried to wave at Mo Yao but found that his hand was being held down by someone else, so he waved the other hand and grinned, "Hi boss, I'm your dear little white."

The man's knee seemed to have infused strength into it, almost breaking Mo Xiaobai's ribcage. He asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here"

"I want to climb onto your bed, do you accept My martial arts skills are excellent," Mo Xiaobai whistled and laughed like a typical rogue. The man pressed his knee harder; Mo Xiaobai hurriedly begged for mercy, "Ouch, even if my martial arts is better than yours, you can't be so angry, right We've both tried it, practice makes perfect, ah ah ah ah, brother, spare me, my ribcage will break..."

The man atop Mo Xiaobai was also furious. He had already fallen asleep when he noticed movement at the door and waited for his enemy to come closer. However, instead of attacking him, his enemy admired him for a while before finally attempting an assault which he easily subdued. But now this so-called enemy was pretending to be mad and taking advantage of him, making the man very angry, especially with such a charming rogue-like enemy.

This man wasn't an enemy; clearly, as Mo Xiaobai said, he had come to climb onto his bed. Mo Xiaobai supported himself by one hand against the man's knee, 'Oh my God, you don't have to be so rough,' he thought silently and then begged, "Hey, brother, can you lift your leg a little You're really going to crush me, of course, you could choose another way to press down on me, I would be very happy to accept it."

Moxiao Bai thought about Moxiao for an entire year. From the moment Moxiao went missing, he was consumed by intense longing and on the brink of despair multiple times. He would often weep helplessly at night due to overwhelming thoughts of Moxiao. Once he finally saw Moxiao again, Moxiao Bai immediately switched to being a cheerful character instead of continuing his melancholic prince act. There were so many things weighing down on him, but now he knew how to slowly ease them off. He could manage his emotions himself; he realized that knowing Moxiao was alive was more important than anything else. Moxiao Bai firmly believed that if he continued being gloomy, Boss would not recognize him at all.

Therefore, the route had to change to one familiar to Moxiao, making Moxiao Bai the lively and lovable character again.

Moreover, he truly missed Moxiao. Knowing that the person in front of him was his lover made him want to hug him fiercely and kiss him wildly, but unfortunately, this charming man’s flirtatiousness went unnoticed by the wooden figure before him. He took advantage of the situation yet remained clueless about it, which frustrated Moxiao Bai so much he wanted to spit blood. Yet, in a way, he liked how pure and innocent his lover was.

"Brother, please lift your foot, okay I won’t hurt you; just close your eyes and listen to your heart, will I ever hurt you" Moxiao Bai sighed, smiling flirtatiously.

The man answered firmly, "Yes!"

Moxiao Bai acted heartbroken. "Brother, since I can’t beat you up anyway, please lift your foot; it’s about to break! I’m the most adorable brother of yours, and killing one's own brother will result in divine punishment."

Moxiao Bai’s performance was that of a bed-climbing creeper rather than a killer. To him, the man had no attack capabilities whatsoever, so he loosened his grip. As soon as the man did, Moxiao Bai sprang up with a backward somersault from a prone position, showing no signs of a broken ribcage. The man was taken aback and instinctively tried to restrain Moxiao Bai again, but Moxiao Bai had already thrown himself into an embrace. The man dodged swiftly, and Moxiao Bai missed him entirely. Enraged, Moxiao Bai pointed at the man with a wrathful finger and pounced once more. The man dodged yet again, and Moxiao Bai persisted in his pursuit. Finding this all quite boring, the man kicked Moxiao Bai off the bed.

Bam, with a loud thud, even though the carpet was thick, landing over a hundred pounds wasn't like foam pillows hitting the ground. Mo Baixue lay face down on the carpet, pounding the floor: "You wanted me to throw myself at you and cling to your chest, but today when I did that, you kicked me off the bed! Ahhh, where is justice"

The man wasn't cooperating with Mo Baixue's tantrum. He sat calmly on the bed as Mo Baixue got up from the ground, disregarding his objections and sitting on his lap, lying down leisurely.

"Brother, stop pretending already. I'm Bai Ah, there’s no one around here. Why won't you recognize me Even if I did something wrong to make you angry, a year is enough time for you to be satisfied with your punishment. I didn’t marry Ji Bing and have been waiting for you to come back the whole time; you’ve punished me for an entire year—enough already! Please don’t treat me like this anymore."

Mo Baixue had rarely spoken seriously since entering, but his attempt at a serious conversation was met with some response from the man because he seemed to think that Mo Baixue hadn't completely lost it.

The man sounded puzzled, yet his voice was cold and hoarse: "Why do you always call me brother"

Mo Baixue paused for a moment, then got up again from the lap and crawled to face Mo Yao. "Brother, have you lost your memory Do you not remember anything from before"

The man nodded. Mo Baixue pounded the bed in frustration; it was truly as if fate was crueler than a stepmother. He had just kicked his drug habit and recovered from amnesia when he met Mo Yao, only to have Mo Yao lose his memory again

Why did such melodramatic events happen to him Was he really meant to suffer As Mo Baixue twitched and pounded the bed in anguish, Mo Yao looked at him coolly without giving any response.

Moh Xiao Bai said, "I’m your little brother. You’re called Moh Yao and I’m called Moh Xiao Bai..." Moh Xiao Bai paused for a moment, thinking that saying 'lover' might scare him, but the man glared coldly at him and said icily, “Impossible!”

Moh Xiao Bai almost jumped up in surprise, "Why is it impossible" He pointed to his own face, "Just look! Just take a good look! How much I resemble you, just like this..."

"There’s no resemblance at all," the man said indifferently. "You’re more handsome."

Moh Xiao Bai suddenly felt elated and smiled sensually and seductively, "Brother, even though you’ve forgotten me, I’ll forgive you for saying that. Our sense of aesthetics hasn’t changed; it’s praiseworthy."

The man said coldly, “You can’t possibly be my little brother.”

"Why" in a good mood, Moh Xiao Bai didn’t raise his voice when he answered. The man continued, "No younger brothers would molest their older brothers."

Moh Xiao Bai pounded on the bed and glared with wide eyes, roaring, “If you molest me first then I’m not allowed to molest you If you don’t molest me and don’t make a move on me, how could I possibly molestation you” All exits were blocked.Within the city limits, this bombardment affected neighboring buildings as well; screams echoed throughout as panicked crowds poured out of the buildings and fled into the stre...