1082 Gold Medal

chicken soup, Xiaobai obediently drank it again. Really... so well-behaved.Moxiao finished drinking the soup with his eyes closed. His cold body gradually warmed up. Wushuang brought another bowl ove...Chapter 1082: Bonus Chapter with a Gold Medal

Moyao regretted teasing Mo Xiaobai at this time; the final consequence was that he slept until nearly nine o'clock in the evening of the next day before waking up, completely unconscious during which time, running a high fever. His body felt as if it had been disassembled and reassembled, feeling limp, sore, and all sorts of strange sensations. In a daze, when he woke up, he realized that he was running a fever. Moyao pursed his lips and turned his head to see Mo Xiaobai wearing a bathrobe like a large loyal dog by his side. With moist eyes and an expression full of remorse, he didn't look the least bit crazy as he did yesterday.

Moyao breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Xiaobai kissed Moyao's eyelids gently and said in a soft voice, "Brother, where else do you feel unwell"

"I don't feel well anywhere."

Mo Xiaobai let out an 'aww' sound as he nuzzled his head against Moyao's side repeatedly. "I'm guilty."

Moyao remained calm, "No activity above for the next year."

"...Can it be half a year" Mo Xiaobai asked.

Moyao ignored his antics; Mo Xiaobai was extremely stubborn about being the bottom or top. The last time he went crazy and kept Moyao in bed for two days, he sacrificed six months of benefits as a result. Although Moyao's technique had improved, and it felt comfortable when he took the role of the bottom, there was no way to justify not using his weapon for half a year. It would be too frustrating. Mo Xiaobai knew that he overstepped this time; when he woke up in the morning, Moyao had already fallen into a fever-induced coma. He rushed to carry him to the bathroom to clean him and then sent an agent to the hospital to get fever medicine and intravenous fluids for Moyao.

This was only slightly better now. With Moyao awake but looking unusually frail, although Mo Xiaobai wanted nothing more than to be submissive, he still felt that a year was too long, so he couldn't help negotiating with Moyao.

Seeing Moyao ignore him, Mo Xiaobai looked very aggrieved and added two months. "Can it be eight months"

...

"Those ten months"

"Brother, it's already been ten months, not a whole year." Otherwise, if I make the same mistake again next time, won't I be banned for two years

"Get lost! You're so annoying." Mo Yue pushed Mo Xiaobai's head away out of exasperation. Mo Xiaobai obediently went downstairs to fetch the cooked bird's nest and fed it to Mo Yue bite by bite. Only after he finished did he bring over a Western meal, intending to feed Mo Yue as well. But Mo Yue looked at his limbs which were intact and wondered if there was really a need for that.

With a high fever, Mo Yue's mind was somewhat cloudy, and he didn't want to bother with Mo Xiaobai, so he let him take care of him. Since Mo Xiaobai genuinely wanted to serve him, he made him feel quite comfortable. After eating, he went back to sleep. Mo Xiaobai took the initiative to grab his computer and communicated with Wu Shuang about the details of this business deal.

But his mind was restless. This had been a fluke; he'd received some kind of shock. Though it might not happen again within a year, once such an incident occurred, he would always end up hurting Mo Yue. Unable to resist, Mo Xiaobai cast a glance at the sleeping Mo Yue's face. His complexion was extremely pale and lifeless — it was all his fault. He had sworn that this situation wouldn't occur again, but he simply couldn't control himself.

Mo Xiaobai paused for a moment before going to the balcony to call Bai Ye, asking softly, "Uncle Bai Ye, when will my poison be completely cured"

Bai Ye stifled a yawn and restrained his urge to curse. It was too early in the morning with the time difference; he'd only slept for an hour before being woken up by the call. Su Man had light sleep and would wake up at any sound. Bai Ye glanced at Su Man, reminding himself to remember to turn off his phone next time.

Having his phone on 24/7 was a habit since he was a doctor; if something happened to friends or family without him being contacted in time, it would be bad. So, he never turned off his phone even when sleeping. Su Man didn't like this gadget and had never worn one himself; if there were any issues, they could contact through satellites.

"Aren't you already completely cured"

"I mean it won't be triggered to relapse again." Mo Baixue's voice was low.

"…Did you torment Mo Yao again until he was half-dead" Bai Ye試探著問道。

墨小白，“……”

This could be considered as默認了。

白夜摸摸鼻子，他能有什麼辦法啊，他能讓墨小白活著，還活得這麼活蹦亂跳已經很不容易了，這種毒性是帶一輩子的，哪那麼容易徹底清除。

冇希望啊。

他揉了揉眉心，“男人不都喜歡帶有暴力和血腥的**嗎？也許墨遙會很喜歡呢。乖，快去睡覺吧，他不會死的。”

"Uncle Baiye..."

"He won't really die. Don’t worry. I’ll be off the phone now, call only if it’s important." 白夜打了個哈欠，掛了電話。

蘇曼的聲音幽靈般傳來，“男人不都喜歡帶有暴力和血腥的**？”

White Night suddenly shivered, and Su Man raised an eyebrow. A teasing expression appeared on her usually emotionless face: "We can give it a try another day."

"I'll ride you!" White Night said decisively.

"Dream on. Just because you like something doesn't mean I do," Su Man retorted coldly.

White Night was puzzled: "You're not a guy"

Su Man paused, then said, "An hour ago, you should have known for sure whether I'm a man."

White Night's face turned red immediately.

Moyao slept for two days straight. His high fever had subsided; his body was filled with expensive medication that made it impossible to fall ill again. However, there was still an area of discomfort deep within him, a reminder of the intense intimacy he had experienced. These past couple of days, Little White had been investigating something and working on the balcony, where four computers were lined up on the long table connected to the headquarters' servers.

When Moyao stepped out onto the balcony, he saw Little White's fingers flying over the keyboard at a rapid pace. One computer displayed internal documents of Mexican gangs while another showed complex code running non-stop. It seemed that Little White was trying to hack into something but kept getting blocked from doing so. Frowning slightly, Moyao approached his brother and asked, "What are you up to"

"Brother, I've discovered an interesting thing," Little White replied without turning around, continuing to type rapidly on the keyboard as he attempted to break through the code barrier. At this moment, he was a typical hacker.

The midday sunlight cast a stunningly beautiful glow upon Little White’s focused face.h had accumulated in his heart, making it hard to express. He could only be by her side in this way for over a year.After waking up, there hadn't been many opportunities to spend time alone with Wu Sh...