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e, I'll settle things properly with you."Warm nodded, so it's settling accounts thenShe smiled brightly and said, "I look forward to it!"The flight attendants hurriedly brought ice for Warm to put on...A Substitute Wife for the CEO: Conclusion 953

Moyao was much luckier than Kaka; he didn't suffer from heart disease like Kaka, nor did other parts of his body become affected. His physical condition was excellent, and after being admitted to the intensive care unit, he stabilized within a night and was transferred to a regular ward without any complications. This relieved Mo Baixue's mind. Ye Wei and Shiyi, as well as Moye and Mo Jue, had already joined forces with Ye Tianyu from Lebanon to plan their counterattack, determined to uproot M2 completely and alleviate their pent-up resentment.

Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya felt a vague sense of unease, sensing that something significant was about to happen but couldn't pinpoint what it was. Ye Wei dared not tell Ye Sanshao the news of Kan's death; as Ye Family's only daughter, Kan was precious beyond measure. Ye Sanshao, Ye Ningyuan, and Ye Feimo all doted on her deeply. No one dared to leak a word about her passing. Mo Chen guarded Gu Baby, finding even just one glance at her heart-satisfying.

The Mo Family and Ye Family, after going through such upheavals, rarely saw any signs of joy.

Moyao woke up in the morning light; his mind was somewhat hazy. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but upon waking, the light seemed too bright for him to bear. Opening and closing his eyes several times, he gradually adjusted to it. The ward smelled of a gentle fragrance instead of a pungent one. Turning his head to look, he saw Mo Baixue fussing with roses in the morning light.

Mo Baixue wore Dior Homme's most eye-catching white shirt from their men’s collection, highlighting his slender figure and making him appear even more refined and tall. This was a style that could be quite picky about body types; it didn't suit men with robust builds but suited leaner, taller men best. The intricate detailing of this attire created an abstemious effect that looked particularly good on Mo Baixue.

He had undone two crystal buttons, revealing his bronzed skin. His hair was meticulously styled and rolled up at the cuffs in a luxurious yet seductive manner. He was carefully arranging the roses in the ward with utmost attention, so focused that he didn't notice Moyao's awakening.

It’s good to know he is fine.

Moyao thought, genuinely feeling that Mo Baixue standing safely before him made everything worthwhile.

As long as Bai stays safe, enduring his suffering doesn’t matter at all.

"Bai..." Moyao called out. Mo Baixue turned around in surprise; he had a rose in hand and was about to trim the thorns when he suddenly heard Moyao's hoarse voice, like a ray of sunlight piercing through dark clouds, exuding incomparable warmth.

Mo Baixue quickly put down the scissors, momentarily at a loss for words but instead lowered his body to tightly embrace Moyao. His head rested on Moyao’s shoulder, filled with myriad sorrows.

The hot breath lingered on Mo Yao's neck, and he wanted to lift his head to touch Mo Xiaobai's face. However, the back of his hand was pierced with an IV tube, preventing him from moving. Mo Yao gave up on hugging Mo Xiaobai and merely enjoyed the overwhelming gratitude after surviving a crisis.

Every time he woke up from injuries, he felt like he had been reborn.

It seemed that his presence always calmed his restless heart.

"Brother, don't do this again next time," Mo Xiaobai finally spoke after a long while. He buried his head and bit into the skin on Mo Yao's neck as if he were a vampire trying to suck out all of the man beneath him. Mo Yao felt an itchiness coupled with slight pain.

Motivated by sheer terror, Mo Xiaobai suddenly bit down hard, leaving a tooth mark on Mo Yao’s neck. Mo Yao let out a stifled groan; damn it, this kid was really ruthless. Was he unsatisfied with the injuries already on his body Now even biting him.

Mo Xiaobai's bite had broken the skin and drawn blood from Mo Yao's neck. He tasted the flavor of Mo Yao’s blood. Mo Xiaobai murmured in Mo Yao's ear, "Brother, I’ve always wondered what your blood tastes like. Now that I've finally tasted it, am I really a freak"

Mo Yao inwardly thought, yes, you are quite the freak.

Motivated by this bloody impulse akin to swallowing him whole and making him take root in his heart, Mo Xiaobai often felt like mad grass growing wildly. He wanted to taste all of Mo Yao’s essence as he watched Mo Yao bleed for him time and again, risking everything just to protect him. Hence he wondered what his brother's blood tasted like compared to others', why it always flowed so freely just for him.

Actually, they were the same.

A person only has one life with a limited amount of blood. Every time he bled and suffered injuries was merely proof of how much his brother loved him.

This really is foolish.

Much as he never cared for himself, thinking he was invincible, Mo Yao treated him like the apple of his eye, always and ever since before amnesia. Even after losing his memory, this remained true.

"Get up, you're hurting my back," Mo Yue finally spoke up as he couldn't tolerate the situation anymore. He was injured in his back and under Mo Xiaobai's weight, it truly hurt him unbearable; he thought Mo Xiaobai would be considerate enough to get off him soon and that he could endure for a while, only to find out that Mo Xiaobai seemed to have no intention of moving.

Mo Xiaobai immediately got up, hands bracing on the side of Mo Yue's shoulders as he leaned forward to look at him. His gaze was deep and enigmatic; rarely did Mo Xiaobai show such a serious expression in front of Mo Yue, making his heart race.

What’s gotten into him now

Mo Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly. He had beautiful phoenix-like eyes that when half-closed glinted with a dazzling light. His tanned skin was sensually exposed beneath the crystal beads, and his slender yet powerful physique instantly brought back the charm of his devilish beauty in all its glory.

He was so beautiful it was indescribable.

Irresistibly captivating; from a young age, he had never been able to resist Mo Xiaobai’s beauty.

"Brother, I only say this once. If there is another time where you get injured because of me again, I will leave you," Mo Xiaobai said each word clearly and emphatically. "I mean what I say; do you understand"

Mo Yue's expression darkened, all thoughts of intimate feelings completely vanished. What did he just say

Leave him

How dare he speak such words.

"Say that again!" Mo Yue said coldly, his voice like ice.

Mo Xiaobai spoke solemnly, “I’ve nearly lost you countless times and could only watch helplessly as you fell before me. Each time it was a matter of life and death, barely escaping with my life. I don’t want to go through this again, it’s the last time. Brother, I don’t want you to always suffer like this when we’re together or get injured because of me. I know you can't bear to see even the slightest harm come to me. But have you ever thought about how I feel when I watch you fall before me It should be me getting hurt; if you hadn’t rushed over, I wouldn’t have died, at worst a serious injury. Brother, I am not someone without any strength, unable to protect myself. Please don't think of me as so fragile. I’m your brother and lover, and more importantly, an ally who can stand alongside you in battle. Not some helpless person always relying on your protection.”

Due to the ranking competition in May, I had some minor conflicts with my reader sisters. I need to explain: I definitely shout for gold medals, but you guys are averse to my approach because it seems too goal-oriented—gold medals given will lead to additional chapters. However, I feel that this way makes things more comfortable and convenient for you.

Firstly, instead of directly asking for gold medals, if I say, "Dear readers, this month I'm aiming for the rankings; please send me some gold medals," it might be less annoying to my reader sisters. I believe many would gladly donate gold medals, but understand that without setting a condition for additional chapters, I won't necessarily add them.

Secondly, if I specify how many gold medals will lead to additional chapters, barring unexpected circumstances, I’ll definitely follow through with extra updates within the stated range. This is on top of any regularly scheduled updates.

I feel that since you guys are donating gold medals anyway, it feels like a lie if I don't add more chapters for them. Therefore, specifying certain conditions under which I'll update makes sense and gives me motivation as well. It's mutually beneficial; you get to read extra chapters while I receive gold medals.

Many people in the comment section say that my approach is too mercenary. Maybe our perspectives differ: I specify numbers because they are within reason, and I will follow through with additional updates. Otherwise, I could set an unrealistic goal like 200 gold coins a day for no updates unless met, which would mean minimal updating and less effort.

Though my intentions might seem strong, if I don't specify gold-for-updates, you wouldn’t have seen as many updates in the past two weeks. That’s unlikely.

Naturally, I'm a good child who learns from mistakes. If everyone dislikes me shouting for gold medals and additional chapters, then from now on I'll just say I’m competing for rankings. Then I can choose whether or not to add extra updates, making it easier for both sides and avoiding any dislike.

I hope this explanation helps us understand each other better without harsh words. Frankly speaking, your cold sarcasm doesn’t bother me much; only that you're disturbing my writing time on QQ.

—Ah, dear sisters, please donate more gold medals for an update at 450.

P.S.: I prefer this straightforward approach of honestly informing everyone that updates will be added when conditions are met.

P.P.S.: Thank you to both new and old readers for your long-term support. Truly thank you, as what's good for you is also good for me; there’s no intention to deceive.ed dramatically within a fortnight, with an unnervingly sharp jawline. A young special forces soldier punched his head; blood spurted out of the man's mouth, and he finally showed some reaction, writh...