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The seconds ticked by, and the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it became. Mo Yue knew that he didn't have much time to choose what to do about Little White. He should take care of Little White, but how could he when Little White now resisted everything he did Even his rescue efforts were met with resistance. Mo Yue was too worried about Little White's temper and situation. If it weren’t for his concern clouding his judgment, he wouldn't have come personally; instead, he would have sent Mo Chen or Wu Shuang to help. Then, Little White wouldn't resist.

Now, Little White didn't want to see him and hated him so much that he wished they would never meet again. He even preferred death over being saved by Mo Yue. This was just like how Mo Yue felt—everyone in the world could insult or hit him, but no one else had the right to save him except for this person. Now that this person had hit him, Mo Yue felt unworthy of saving Little White anymore. From both a physical and emotional standpoint, Little White now rejected him completely.

Mo Yue was worried yet helpless. Wu Shuang couldn't provide any useful advice either. They were all at their wits' end with the stubborn Little White; he genuinely preferred to die rather than go with Mo Yue.

This was just like how, knowing he would be sexually abused, he brazenly insulted that person's small penis and said that person was impotent. This was who Little White was—indifferent to mutual destruction as long as his heart felt satisfied.

Moyao sadly looked at him, but Xiaobai ignored him; he was no longer Xiaobai's elder brother.

He had said that from now on you should not regard me as your older brother. Xiaobai has fulfilled this statement today, and indeed he did not treat him as an older brother, even a passerby.

"Xiaobai..." Moyao was extremely distressed. Ink Xiaobai ignored him; the musty smell from the cell hit his nose, and there were also some unpleasant smells on Xiaobai's body, all cutting into Moyao’s heart like sharp blades...

"If you don't leave now, I really will shout." Ink Xiaobai turned to look at Moyao, his gaze cold with metallic glint. "Once I start shouting, we both die together; I'll make sure that you remember your debt to me until the very end."

Moyao suddenly threw away the equipment bag; he was willing to take a chance. Since they wanted to die, then they would really die together. He rushed at Xiaobai and tightly grabbed his collar. Xiaobai's body instinctively resisted Moyao’s touch: first, Moyao had hit him before, making Ink Xiaobai psychologically reject Moyao; secondly, there were some unpleasant signs on his body that he did not want Moyao to see and look down upon him even if Moyao already understood everything. Therefore, Xiaobai struggled desperately; with little strength left, it took all of his remaining breath to resist. The simple treatment Moyao gave him merely allowed him to regain a bit of strength in his last moments. His resistance was completely irrelevant to Moyao, who grabbed Xiaobai's head and pressed him against the wall...

For them, this was not a beautiful kiss. Mo Yue finally kissed the lips he had dreamed of, and finally tasted Xiao Bai's flavor. He never imagined that he would kiss Xiao Bai under such circumstances. Due to his horror, Xiao Bai’s eyes widened in shock. The extreme fear caused hallucinations; the face of his boss seemed to turn into many faces, and there appeared to be laughter around him. He remembered when they wanted to assault him on the fifth day, after being tortured almost to death, he pulled out a military dagger from one drawer and stabbed it fiercely into his body. It was not suicide; he did not want to die. This was how he chose to fight back. Xiao Bai’s hallucinations became more severe; he could no longer distinguish who was kissing him. Only the strong lips and forceful kiss induced a natural fear in him...

Mo Yue stubbornly continued to kiss him, but dared not go too far, only kissing his lips. Xiao Bai was already trembling with fear, so Mo Yue did not dare take any risks; otherwise, he would hasten Xiao Bai's death.

Xiao Bai was wrong, very wrong. Generally speaking, it was rare for anything to frighten him this much. Mo Yue knew that something else must have happened in the past half-month to cause such huge mental and physical damage to Xiao Bai; it wasn’t sexual torture but some other matter. However, he could not figure out what.

Xiao Bai’s eyes were almost rolling back into his head as his face twisted to an extreme degree. Mo Yue finally let him go and gently kissed the lips he was biting on, soothingly comforting him, "Xiao Bai, it's me, your brother. Don't be afraid... don’t be afraid..."

He breathed heavily with wide pupils as hot air rushed from his nostrils, while his hands tightly gripped around his own neck. Mo Yue held his face and patiently, gently comforted his resistance. Xiao Bai resisted anyone’s touch, not just him.

"It's me..."

"Don't... touch me," he said in a fragmented sentence, his knuckles turning white. Mo Yue suppressed the pain in his heart and firmly declared, "Unless you come with me, I won’t touch you."

Moxiaobai panted, frantically shook his head, and wildly waved his hands to keep Mo Yue at bay. Mo Yue kissed him again, holding his face and pressing their lips together. He forcefully parted Moxiaobai's teeth and passionately kissed every inch of the inside of his mouth. The taste wasn't pleasant; he had been locked up here for over ten days, and the kiss was bitter with a hint of blood. But this was the first time Mo Yue experienced the fulfillment and excitement of kissing someone he loved deeply. Moxiaobai continued to resist, almost rigid in his stance. This kind of contact seemed less threatening than just being kissed on the lips, making him feel slightly calmer despite still harboring fear. Mo Yue couldn’t immediately comprehend why this was so, but vaguely had a frightening realization that he ignored at the moment; all he wanted was to get Moxiaobai out of there first.

Their kiss seemed like one person forcing it while another resisted in terror and then accepted, only to reject again and accept once more. There wasn't even an ounce of sweetness between lovers. For both Moxiaobai and Mo Yue, any physical contact at this moment was terrifying for Moxiaobai.

Moxiaobai pushed him away forcefully,n't stay calm to tell him that everything is fine in the past and doesn’t matter anymore. Even if he brings a seven-year-old with him one day, I wouldn’t be able to say with a smile that it’s okay bec...