Chapter 605

Shizhong's death, which was particularly poignant and tender.After a while of adjustment, Warming's performance was commendable. Mo Baixue was just a man who liked to tease verbally; he had his limit...Chapter 605

Moyao looked at the screen in surprise, then tilted his head to look at Mo Xiaobai. He was facing away from him and closing his eyes for rest; Moyao couldn’t see his expression but vaguely remembered the odd behavior when he had stood up.

Moyao thought to himself that Xiaobai might really...

After thinking about it, Moyao felt this matter was quite normal. After all, Xiaobai is still young; he's only twenty-three years old this year, with a healthy body and vigorous youth. He had been taking care of him for the past few days without... cough, cough, it seemed rather reasonable indeed. That thing between men is unreliable after all, sometimes you just can't control yourself—Moyao understood this well enough to think that there was nothing wrong with it.

Thus, he calmly replied to Ye Feimo with one word: oh.

This indicated that he had received the message. On the other side of the computer, Ye Feimo felt like vomiting blood; such a surge in his spirit made him feel as if he wanted to die, Big Brother, can you not be so wooden Don’t be so wooden...

Ye Feimo was particularly depressed. He had been so meticulous and considerate in guiding this lost lamb, only for the lamb to wander off in a completely different direction. This made even the usually sinister Young Master Ye feel slightly depressed.

But who was Young Master Ye With such a bold heart, no matter how wooden Moyao was, once pointed out, he wouldn’t be so wooden anymore. Warmth laughed hysterically beside him, finding it rather strange that men's friendships and familial ties could be so unreservedly intimate.

Among the men she had met, none of them had such good relationships with their brothers.

This kind of life-and-death friendship was indeed special.

The Young Master suddenly hesitated a bit. Should he make it clear or not After some thought, he decided against it; after all, the period of secret love is also a beautiful memory. Some people say that relationships during the ambiguous stage are the most heart-stirring. Although he felt that Mo Xiaobai and Moyao's ambiguous phase was somewhat long, he also believed that if he were to directly interfere with this ambiguity, it would be a great sin. Moreover, Big Brother would think that there was no meaning in Xiaobai anymore.

He just wanted to torment Mo Xiaobai...

Upon thinking this, Ye Feimo silently deleted the text he had just typed and typed a new line: "Mo Yao, do you think Xiao Bai has some feelings for you" This sentence left Mo Yao stunned.

Nuanwen grabbed onto Ye Feimo's arm as she laughed heartily. "Feimo, you're too wicked, really, too wicked..."

Ye Feimo feigned innocence and had no idea what Nuanwen was talking about; she buried her head in his chest trembling like a fallen leaf, truly feeling that her husband was quite malicious. Ye Feimo said, "The most venomous thing is a man's heart."

How could he not be

Nuanwen thought that she should start with prenatal education; if such a wicked father were to interact closely with her baby, it might taint the child.

Morao looked at the sentence Ye Feimo had written and fell into deep thought: "Is Xiao Bai possibly showing some interest in me"

If this was any other matter, Morao would probe thoroughly if he were uncertain. However, regarding this particular issue, he lacked the courage to do so because Mo Xiaobai consistently behaved with sincerity as his elder brother. In Morao's eyes, there was nothing but brotherhood toward him from Mo Xiaobai. Why should he torture himself Even though he had been doing it for years and it had become somewhat habitual, when it came down to the final hurdle, even a leader would hesitate.

Seeing that others believed Morao was devoted to Xiao Bai, some hinted at forgetting about him since they were brothers, which satisfied their hearts. They didn't need to be the most important person to each other; Mo Xiaobai simply wasn't attentive toward him and couldn't be forced into anything.

Others dared not advise Morao directly but only hinted, yet Morao was no fool and understood perfectly.

Did they think he wouldn't understand this Love cannot be imposed; thus, he didn't force it. He loved Xiao Bai, which was his own business, without demanding that Xiao Bai reciprocate. All he did was what he believed to be right—cherishing the person he wanted to cherish. He felt no sense of loss or foolishness; this was how he liked things to be. Who could say otherwise Did they think love was like a tap, on and off at will It wasn't so simple.

Morao shut down his computer; the wound hadn't fully healed, causing him intermittent pain. He couldn't pinpoint whether it was heartache or physical pain from the injury, perhaps one affecting the other. Regardless, he hurt. The sensation of pain was familiar yet unbearable. Morao furrowed his brow slightly and lay quietly in bed, extinguishing the bedside lamp.

In darkness, human senses sharpen. Mo Xiaobai felt enveloped in a high-temperature blanket beside him, with a natural heat source radiating ceaselessly from nearby as if to scorch his skin. He had an urge to escape this feeling and pondered whether Morao knew about his odd behavior just now or would consider why he acted thus.

Moxiao Bai smiled bitterly, Big Brother must not have expected this, because...

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that they could only hear each other's heartbeats. Moxiao Bai suddenly felt an impulse; he wanted to ask Mo Yao if it was worth it over these years. He had asked Ji Bing whether it was worthwhile, but he never asked Big Brother himself if it was worth his while. Moxiao Bai didn’t want to admit that at this moment, he was being weak and dared not face the question. Big Brother must feel that it's all worth it, yet he felt otherwise.

He wasted over a decade of his prime years.

Big Brother truly loved me, didn’t he If it weren't for true love, how could he persist for so long But because of this love and persistence, isn't he tired

Moxiao Bai realized that he had never seriously thought about the issues between him and Big Brother. He never put his heart into a conversation with Big Brother to address their sudden awkwardness.

He was avoiding it.

This was cowardly behavior, even he knew this.

Big Brother is actually really great; there’s nothing to say about his looks or character. He's perfect in every way. Moxiao Bai couldn't find any flaws that would make him less than a man on Big Brother.

A man desires everything he has.

But why was Big Brother so unhappy Because of him

Big Brother is like bamboo, striving for growth and resilience without showing off. He had a vague thought before that if Big Brother were a woman, with this appearance and personality, no matter what it would take, he would make her his lifelong love.

Unfortunately, Big Brother is Big Brother, my elder brother.

He awkwardly dismissed that damned thought and, from then on, became increasingly adept at avoiding the leader. He felt a tinge of melancholy as he realized that the once-awkward youth had met his end due to this very awkwardness.

Moyao sensed Mo Xiaobai's tense demeanor but didn't know how to bring it up. Ye Feimo's words lingered in his mind, and with a bitter smile, he concluded that thinking about it further was self-torture.

In the darkness, Mo Xiaobai's voice was barely audible as he called out, "Leader... are you asleep"

"Is there something"

Mo Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Nothing, I can't sleep."

Moyao didn't speak, nor did Mo Xiaobai. After what seemed like an eternity, Mo Xiaobai heard Moyao's rhythmic breathing; he had fallen asleep. The leader’s wounds hadn’t fully healed yet, making him prone to exhaustion. Recently, he had been going to bed earlier.

Through the dim light, Mo Xiaobai felt as though there was no way the leader wasn't...

The next day, Mo Xiaobai accompanied Moyao to the hospital for a check-up; his wounds were officially healed and being changed. In about a week, he would be fully recovered. On their way back from the hospital, Moyao kept thinking that perhaps it was time for him to leave.

His injuries were healing, so he no longer had any reason to stay in Washington or at Mo Xiaobai's house; it was time to go.

Sometimes, life can be quite ironic.

Moxiaobai enjoyed driving and often listened to rock music while behind the wheel. Moyao had scolded him many times for this habit, but Moxiaobai felt nothing would come of it; his chances of getting into a car accident were as slim as Mars colliding with Earth. However, fate had other plans: they encountered an accident on a one-way street. A sports car came hurtling out, running a red light at high speed and tragically crashing into a truck. The collision was fierce, the small sports car skidding across the ground before violently spinning and hitting Mo Xiaobai's car. Moxiaobai slammed on the brakes, causing the other vehicle to crash into a traffic island, while his own car spun around with several nearby cars colliding simultaneously. One hit the side of the sports car; another narrowly missed them. The result was that when Moxiaobai braked hard, Moyao collided with the interior panel, suffering a sharp blow to his chest. The impact caused Moyao to lose balance and collide multiple times, while Mo Xiaobai's head struck the steering wheel violently, disorienting him. When Mo Xiaobai came to his senses, they were in the midst of an accident scene; the leader was clutching his chest, drenched in cold sweat...

The wound had once again torn open... Wei's consent, the matter was basically settled; Moque always followed Ye Wei and Moye's decisions, so once they agreed, major issues were resolved."We don't know when Moyao will wake up, and Mocheng...