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joyed preparing meals for her husband and daughters.So her cooking skills were outstanding, comparable to those of a five-star chef."You, stop being in my way.""I want to learn," Warm pouted as she sa...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President 859 (Complete)

After a passionate kiss, Mo Baixue waved his hand to signal that midnight had arrived, and it was time for the climax. In fact, from the moment Mo Baixue stepped onto the stage to play the piano, the bar's atmosphere had started heating up. The high point of tonight’s nightlife began more than half an hour earlier. After Mo Baixue made a gesture, the soothing music in the bar suddenly changed into sharp and noisy rock music that could penetrate people's hearts.

Men and women slid onto the dance floor, wildly shaking their bodies to the rhythm of the music, screaming with excitement. Mo Baixue pulled Mo Yao along and joined the crowd, pulling him to dance.

Dancing was something Mo Yao had only done once before. That was one morning after he had just learned tango; Mo Chen and Wu Shuang were very enthusiastic about dancing, so Xiuxi invited Mo Yao to have a go with Mo Baixue. Back then, Mo Baixue looked at Mo Yao with both admiration and awe, timidly. So Mo Yao pulled Mo Baixue for one round of tango, after which he almost never danced again.

He rarely went to bars or discos compared to how often Mo Baixue did. He didn't have as much entertainment as Mo Baixue did either. There were more female assassins than businesswomen in the underworld, so Mo Yao had no need for social engagements; no woman would drag him to dance unless she wanted to die.

Except for Mo Baixue.

In the dance pool, Mo Yao’s body was stiff. He almost stood still while being pushed from one side and bumped on another, hence the slight twists. Otherwise, he mostly avoided people. However, Mo Baixue was in high spirits. He unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt to reveal his tanned skin and the faint red dots on his chest that were extremely tempting.

He tied the hem of his shirt into a knot, exposing a part of his tanned waist. Twisting his highly flexible body, arms, thighs, hips, and chests in rhythm with the music, he looked incredibly beautiful. Occasionally throwing Mo Yao a flirtatious glance, such charm was almost overwhelming for Mo Yao; all he could do was be captivated by it, feeling nothing but shock.

He was clearly a man, yet he was so effeminate that even women felt inferior.

"Beautiful" is just a specific term; it doesn't exclusively refer to women but can also describe men, and Mo Baixiao undoubtedly deserved this description.

The voices of people talking were barely audible due to the loud music. So, Mo Baixiao simply held Mo Yao close to him and continuously blew hot air into his ear, occasionally extending his tongue to lick and kiss the sensitive little earlobe.

Mo Yao was rigid as he was teased by him. There was no escape; it seemed that all men and women in this dance floor had colluded together, surrounding them completely. Occasionally, someone would scream for them to embrace or kiss, pushing Mo Yao until their bodies were pressed closely against each other. Mo Yao wanted to flee but the way out was blocked off by others. His only option was to escape into Mo Baixiao's arms.

Therefore, this situation was quite... bizarre for Mo Yao.

In a conflicted state of mind, he wondered if he could fight his way through

Could he really break out How could people nowadays be so shameless

Mo Baixiao laughed loudly and joyfully swayed his hips, dancing around Mo Yao. He was extremely effeminate, like a free leopard, so beautiful, powerful, and seductive. At the most joyful part of the dance, he would take a bottle of wine someone threw at him, pour it over his head, wildly flinging drops of wine about, making him seem even more unrestrainedly alluring.

The people in the dance floor were staring at this elf-like man showing off his charm and youth, entertaining Mo Yao who seemed innocent and naive like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Moshe almost didn't react to him. Even though he was internally stirred up, his expression remained unchanged as usual, quietly watching him without any connection to the loud music and people's screams around him; his gaze was fixed on眼前的他。**Note:** There seems to be an error in the original Chinese text where "眼前的他" (the him in front of him) is written instead of a proper sentence continuation. I will keep it as it appears in the original text.

Such a charismatic him.

He remembered when they were at the cinema, a little girl beside them said that Mo Xiaobai was a heartthrob for all women and the most sexy man in everyone's mind. She added that there was an influential newspaper in England which had conducted a global survey on the ranking of men they'd most like to go to bed with, and Mo Xiaobai ranked first far ahead, indicating his extraordinary charm. This side of him was something he had never seen before, so splendid it made Mo Yao's heart race.

It seemed that he was becoming increasingly unable to resist him; it appeared as though all the embraces and kisses which used to be resisted had turned into a habit and then naturally expected. It felt like everything was changing unknowingly but he was oblivious to it.

"Brother, dance," Mo Xiaobai's sweaty chest pressed against Mo Yao’s, hot breath continuously pestering him by his ear, "Dance brother, I want to see you dance."

Moshe wasn't particularly skilled at the intense music and passionate dancing but he knew how to do it.

He wanted to see his crazy brother.

Moyao remained stiff, finding it hard to adapt to such an environment. So he stayed that way until Moyuxiaobai grabbed him by the waist and led him around the dance floor. If one wanted to see Moyao taking the initiative to dance, they should lead the dance themselves instead of waiting for some indefinite time in the future.

Once he decided on someone, he would go all out without giving up or compromising. He wouldn’t just let things be and hope for the best. He would forcefully enter this man’s life. Whether it was before or after losing his memory, he had to fall in love with him.

This was Moyuxiaobai's domineering nature.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to covet his brother nor let his brother not love him. After missing out on so many years together, every moment now was precious to him.

Even if he lost his memory, it didn’t matter because they would create their own memories together.

Dancing with the youthful body, sweat dripped down drop by drop from hair to forehead and nose, then along the neck until it reached inside the shirt. Moyao felt the flames and passion hidden within this body before him, declaring so passionately that he wanted them all burned up. This intense emotion made him feel uncertain but also brought a hint of...

joy.

In such an atmosphere, Moyuxiaobai suddenly pounced over, intertwining his fingers with Moyao’s tightly. The man was flushed red, his eyes filled with pure passion, as if that was the only thing he paid attention to.

"Brother, let's dance together."w tonight and might not be done until 10 o'clock."Ye Feimo paused momentarily before muttering softly in frustration. Warming pouted; the program had to air live tonight and could not be rescheduled."...