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e was a mistake from the very beginning. I am grateful for your love and care this past year; no matter what, these twelve months were the most splendid of my life because you were in it. But our marr...A Proxy Wife for the CEO's Ex

Moxiao Bai spoke from the bottom of his heart, and even those with cold hearts would be moved. How much more so was Mo Yao already fond of him; thus, he softened at Moxiao Bai’s bright and moist eyes, nodding in a daze.

They liked each other, and although they had lost their memories, it didn’t change the fact that he now liked the person before his eyes. If love between them wasn't taboo to family members, why should he torment himself Why not follow his heart and accept this relationship

Moxiao Bai was overjoyed when Mo Yao nodded; he couldn’t believe how lucky he had been.

“Brother, you agreed You really agree to be with me” Moxiao Bai looked at Mo Yao urgently, gripping his hand tightly and blushing red in excitement. He didn’t seem like the mafia don who had faced so much adversity.

Might it be that before him, Moxiao Bai was always just himself—his most genuine self, without any pretense

Mo Yao’s ears were a bit hot; he pursed his lips coolly and hummed in agreement. He didn’t speak anymore. To the cold and taciturn Mo Yao, this could be seen as the biggest compromise. Warmth enveloped him, and he was embraced tightly into a warm and strong embrace.

Moxiao Bai clung to him, grateful for Mo Yao’s acceptance and the heavens that had granted his wish. From now on, this person belonged solely to him, and they would be each other's.

This thought put Moxiao Bai in a state of excitement; he wanted nothing more than to kiss the person tightly in his arms and feel their true warmth. Yet, he knew that if he acted too hastily, Mo Yao might become annoyed, so he restrained himself and simply held him close, letting Mo Yao share in his feelings.

Moyao sighed and thought, "Forget it, forget it. No matter what happens, I can't escape from this person. So let's try to be together. Besides, he doesn't hate me either, and there seems to be an expectation in his heart, looking forward to the life we will share together."

He reached out and hugged Moyexiao.

Moyexiao was overjoyed and wished everyone in the world knew they were together. However, considering the other person's reserved nature, he thought it best not to announce their relationship to the world; otherwise, he would surely be beaten by Moyao.

Moyao still had documents to deal with, but Moyexiao didn't want to leave and cherished every moment they spent together. So, he brought a book over and read beside him, asking Moyao whenever there was something he couldn’t understand. In the past, it would always be Moyao who ordered him to stay by his side in the study all day long; now that Moyao didn't say anything, he voluntarily accompanied him without complaint. No matter how long they spent together, he felt happy.

When one loves someone, even monotony can be a form of happiness.

Moyexiao was an active person while Moyao preferred tranquility; their personalities were vastly different, yet surprisingly compatible because both would make concessions for the other. As they spent more time together, they learned to understand each other's characters and how to please one another, making their interactions even smoother.

Moyao occasionally looked up from his work to glance at Moyexiao lying on the sofa. On the windowsill was a pot of roses, sunlight streaming in, casting dappled shadows on Moyexiao's face, adding delicate hues to it. He lay there leisurely and lazily, exuding an air of nobility that captivated everyone who saw him. The scene felt oddly familiar to Moyao, causing a slight headache as similar scenes replayed in his mind.

In such a scene, Mo Baixue was lying down like this too, occasionally turning back to chat with him for a few words, but most of the time he lay quietly by himself, or even sleeping; it looked very laid-back. And he sat behind his desk, reviewing documents, signing papers, issuing orders... They were so different yet comfortable and content in the same space.

In the scene, Mo Baixue wore a white shirt and white pants, looking tall and perfect, full of youthful vitality. He seemed very young, at least younger than he appeared now; there was still some roundness to his face, like the adorable expression on a crystal orb.

Mosyao couldn't help but curve his lips into a soft smile. This person had been used to being cold and hard, and it seemed that only when dealing with matters concerning Mo Baixue would he experience emotional fluctuations. Recently, this missing memory segment was gradually recovering; every time he recalled those scenes, he simply couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

"Brother, what are you thinking about" asked Mo Baixue, but his gaze was fixed on the book in front of him. He wanted to know very much what Mosyao was thinking at this moment; the soft smile on his face made him feel envious because he seldom saw such a tender expression from his brother.

Mosyao calmed himself down, "Nothing."

"You must be thinking of me. You’re smiling so gently," said Mo Baixue rather self-indulgently, but when he noticed Mosyao’s irritated glare, he opened his mouth in surprise, "Ah, you really miss me But I’m right here in front of you."

Mosyao didn’t intend to answer this question. However, Mo Baixue was curious and tossed aside the book, darting over with a cheerful smile on his face. "Brother, tell me."

"Get lost!" Mu Baixue rolled, but it was only to roll over with Mo Yao into his side, immediately leaning down to kiss him. From the moment Mo Yao nodded in agreement, he had wanted to do this—kiss the man who agreed to be with him, his brother.

Though he feared being too aggressive might not please him, now he no longer hesitated and kissed even more deeply.

Moiyao was infuriated yet couldn't resist such sensuality. His inexperienced kiss responded to Mu Baixue's. Seeing Mo Yao respond, Mu Baixue grew even more excited, holding him closely as he deepened the kisses, his tongue nearly touching Mo Yao’s throat.

This soul-seizing French kiss made both of them breathe heavily and their bodies became rigid at the contact points, hinting at a desire that was hard to control. Mu Baixue's forehead pressed against Mo Yao’s as he ground his lower body against him, somewhat pitifully calling out, "Brother…"

This was a sign of Mu Baixue being overwhelmed with emotion… Mo Yao was also stirred by the teasing but it was broad daylight and their family members were downstairs. At least one person had to remain level-headed in case they went crazy.

"Go take care of yourself in the bathroom," Mo Yao said, his voice rough and low, which sounded incredibly sexy to Mu Baixue’s ears.

Mu Baixue refused, arguing that since he has a partner, why should he have to solve this problem on his ownm you remain yourself. Clearly, up until now, you still feel pressured around me, Bai. The you who sang 'I Swear' at the bar is the one I want to see."Wild, unrestrained, splendid, and seductive—this...