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alfway between purple (indicating fame) and red (indicating stardom).The previous day was the rumor about Ye Feimo and Han Bi, while today it was the rumor about Lin Ning and Warming. These two pairs...795

Moyao had never dealt with a situation like this before, and instinctively thought that Mo Baixue was having an episode. For e-books visit kx139 to access the site. However, there was something inexplicable in Mo Baixue's eyes, which rapidly spread across them. His breathing became rapid, his cheeks flushed red as he fell into a state of confusion and desire. The most direct reaction could be seen in his body; his hands roamed over him randomly, driven by a man’s instinct to explore his weakest spots.

Moyao grabbed his hand; Mo Baixue was displeased and immediately used both hands to pin Moyao's on the sand, pressing himself against Moyao to kiss him. It was like a wild beast gnawing at something—it was rough and unskilled, more of an outlet for pent-up emotions rather than technique. The sensation felt soft yet moist.

The sun shone brightly, the weather was clear, and there was a gentle breeze; everything seemed so beautiful that Moyao had the illusion it would last forever. He indulged in Baixue's kisses without thinking about what might be wrong with him. Basically, he wouldn’t oppose anything Mo Baixue did to him since this was something he had always desired, showing no signs of rejection either physically or mentally.

Mo Baixue bit Moyao’s lip, tasting the blood. This seemed to further stimulate him; he opened his mouth to bite again, nearly biting Moyao's tongue. Fortunately, Moyao reacted quickly enough to avoid it. Mo Baixue was unwilling to give up and wanted to bite again, treating Moyao as a sweet dessert that he wanted to devour entirely. Moyao usually controlled everything, but now he could tell Mo Baixue had lost control, the reason unclear.

He let Mo Baixue indulge because he knew he could subdue him without causing harm, so if things got out of hand and he felt it was dangerous, he would no longer allow it since this was a special period for him and he couldn't afford to let Mo Baixue’s abnormal behavior continue.

Mo Baixue's kisses moved from his lips to his ears and neck. His hands released Moyao’s as he impatiently tugged at his clothes. Moyao flipped around, grabbing Mo Baixue by the neck and throwing him aside with a flip, changing their positions so that BaiXue was now underneath him.

"Baixue, wake up," Moyao said hoarsely. The sudden impulse from Mo Baixue had aroused him as well; he loved him originally and couldn’t resist the temptation, but if he were to indulge Mo Baixue further here, they might have done something regrettable on the beach. This was Riyadh, a conservative city, and such actions would be frowned upon.

Mo Baixue's lips looked fresh and moist like newly blooming roses, causing Moyao’s heart to race. Though his appearance hadn’t yet returned to its former beauty, he still recognized him as the person he loved deeply; Mo Baixue was always beautiful no matter when he looked at him.

Moyao cursed himself again for being beastly; Xiaobai was not in his right mind, and he couldn't afford to be with him like this or else they might end up on the front page of Riyadh society news.

Xiaobai felt extremely uncomfortable. He struggled under Moyao's hold, attempting to pin him down as if he were a valiant warrior. Moyao was at a loss for words; Xiaobai seemed like an unsatisfied child, and it didn't seem appropriate to liken adults to children in this context, yet that was exactly how Moyao felt now. This momentary lapse of vigilance allowed Xiaobai to skillfully get up from the sand, then he hugged Moyao again and kissed him, saying, "Brother, I want to kiss you."

He couldn't bear it when Xiaobai spoke in such a hesitant tone, even if it meant giving his life. At this moment, his heart was torn between pity and care, allowing Xiaobai to have his way.

Xiaobai tugged at Moyao's clothes in frustration; he was about to tear his shirt when one hand slipped into the waistband of his pants. Moyao regretted wearing sports clothing today because it made things too convenient for Xiaobai, who clung and caressed him but still wasn't satisfied enough to make Moyao do the same.

Moyao found himself in a situation akin to walking on thin ice while being burned by fire. He was driven mad by Xiaobai's actions yet had to be alert for any disturbances around them, all while preventing Xiaobai from mistreating him out of madness. With so much attention divided among these concerns, he couldn't focus entirely on Xiaobai’s needs, which made Xiaobai very upset and impulsive, trying to strip off his own clothes for Moyao's convenience. Moyao hurriedly pulled his hands back.

"Xiaobai, be good, don’t鬨." Moyao awkwardly fastened the buttons of his shirt while Xiaobai angrily punched him; in terms of martial arts skills, both Xiaobais were no match for Moyao, especially considering that he had just recovered from a severe illness and was still weak. Moyao easily subdued him. "Xiaobai, open your eyes and look at me."

"Brother," Xiaobai tried to kiss Moyao despite being held with his hands pinned behind his back. In this situation, it was clear how urgent he felt; Moyao thought that while Xiaobai wasn’t completely lost in delirium yet, he noticed something amiss and shifted his gaze downward. His ears turned slightly rosy, and Xiaobai's little white hard-on was evident since he wore loose休閒pants.

Moyao,"

"Brother, I feel uncomfortable," Xiaobai whined with tears in his eyes as his hands were still held by Moyao. Moyao didn't know whether Xiaobai was清醒or delirious and felt a mix of emotions. As Xiaobai whispered discomfort into his ear, Moyao thought that the best course of action would be to knock him out and send him back to the Su family, then thoroughly question Baiye about what had happened.

Mokai, blushing and sweating profusely, said that he felt uncomfortable. His lower body kept thrusting against Mo Yue, mimicking the rhythm of someone seeking release. Mo Yue felt his sanity slipping away; he tentatively asked Mokai, "Do you remember anything about the Mexican forest"

Mokai nodded randomly. Mo Yue let out a sigh and released his grip on him. Ecstatically, Mokai pounced over to kiss wherever he could reach. Hearing no one around, Mo Yue allowed it. Mokai’s hands slipped inside Mo Yue's shirt; finding the clothing obstructive, he attempted to tear it off. Mo Yue stopped him. Mokai was burning with desire and in great discomfort, so Mo Yue lifted him into the backseat of the car. As soon as Mo Yue raised the convertible roof and rolled up the windows, Mokai embraced him from behind and urgently pulled at his shirt. Before long, Mokai had it off. The two half-clothed men hugged each other tightly, engaging in intimate acts. This was something Mo Yue craved but would not reject even knowing that Mokai’s mind wasn’t fully clear or that his desire was abnormal.

At least Mo Yue could be certain of this: at present, they deeply loved each other, which was the reason he indulged in Mokai's advances. Even if Mokai forgot afterward and only Mo Yue remembered it, he had no regrets.

Maintaining a shred of rationality, Mo Yue knew that he could not truly take Mokai, or else he would be beaten up later when Ye Wei found out. Given Mokai’s current state, if Mo Yue left any marks on him, it would result in her going berserk once she learned about it. As for Mo Yue, he wouldn’t treat Mokai like that no matter what. The reason he brought Mokai into the car was to relieve his discomfort; as a man himself, Mo Yue knew how painful it was when one couldn't achieve release.

However, although Mo Yue didn't want to have sex with Mokai, this didn’t mean that Mokai wasn't eager for him. At every opportunity he had, Mokai wanted to pin Mo Yue down and enter him. Even though Mokai liked men, he was more used to being the one on top when it came to women. In this situation, it was natural for him to want to be in control. But Mo Yue had no experience in such matters; even in his dreams, he never imagined himself as the submissive partner. Therefore, things quickly turned chaotic.

Mokai believed that Mo Yue's body wasn't well and thus didn’t want to have sex with him. The way men interacted was different from how they did with women; now they were in a car without any lubricants, which wasn’t the right place for such activities and could easily result in injuries. So Mo Yue never thought about actually having sex with Mokai to completion. This sentiment could be completely ignored by Mokai since he didn't expect Mo Yue to take him but rather wanted to dominate Mo Yue.

Strictly speaking, if Mokai insisted on being the one on top, Mo Yue wouldn’t have opposed it. He believed that as long as both parties felt happy and fulfilled, there was nothing wrong with such acts; he wouldn't feel ashamed or resentful. Yet this was conditional upon Mokai being clear-headed and normal, knowing what he was doing and who he was loving.

If Mo Yue were to be taken by a Mokai acting on primal instincts without thinking rationally, then Mo Yue would resist it. Whether one called it pride or a moral底線, Mo Yue held firm to this stance. Furthermore, given the unknown torture that Mokai had endured in prison, taking him now might lead to guilt and regret later on; Mokai hadn’t psychologically recovered from his trauma yet, so Mo Yue couldn't bring himself to do such an animalistic thing.

Seeing Mo Yue resist, Mokai became enraged and struck out with his fists. In the confined space of the car, it felt like a battlefield as both anger and desire flared up. Mo Yue wouldn’t lose to a Mokai acting purely on instinct in such circumstances.

Mokai was a clever individual; even if he wasn't fully coherent now, he knew that Mo Yue loved him and would allow certain actions from him. When force didn’t work, Mokai softened his approach, rubbing himself against Mo Yue with hints of poutiness and yearning. His tone became pleading and pitifully affectionate: "Brother, I’m uncomfortable, let me take you."

He only asked Mo Yao to comply whenever he wanted, and Mo Yao sighed as he held his head gently, saying, "Be a good boy, let your brother make you comfortable."

Mosai White refused and insisted on being the active partner. Knowing that he couldn't argue with a child, Mo Yao didn't waste words but simply pinned him down, controlling both of his feet as he held his pride in his hand. The latter had already demonstrated through his actions that his abilities were unaffected by his detoxification period and was now excitedly expressing himself under Mo Yao's touch.

One advantage of men with men is that they instinctively know each other's sensitive spots and how to make the other comfortable. Though Mo Yao didn't have expertise in this area, he had a heart for it and cared more about making White comfortable than satisfying his own desires. Initially reluctant, Mosai White gave up his resistance when his most vulnerable spot was found by Mo Yao, who proceeded to cater to him. Without reason guiding him, White responded purely out of instinct, deeply immersed in the pleasure, encouraging Mo Yao fully. Had he been sober, Mosai would never have indulged so recklessly without reciprocating for Mo Yao's enjoyment.

Mo Yao, who usually gave more than he took with White, found himself naturally falling into step with his desires, even if he was a novice at this activity and had to struggle to make him comfortable. Before long, both were drenched in sweat, especially Mosai White, who couldn't help but continuously kiss Mo Yao after reaching climax, only to pass out shortly afterward.

Mo Yao cleaned up their body fluids with the car's tissues and dressed them back up. Since White had sweated profusely, his hair was drenched, filling the car with a strong odor. Mo Yao opened the convertible roof for ventilation before carrying White to the front seat while tidying up the mess behind.

Mo Yao regretted indulging in such nonsense with White but didn't feel much shame since he already had fantasies about such encounters. Now that they were fulfilled, he felt a strange sense of happiness; this man was his for just those few moments.

He lingered outside for quite some time, almost four hours, and Baiye called him several times to come back home. Mo Yao didn't rush back because he had no idea how to explain the small wounds on his lips.

Mosai White's stubbornness caused a bite that broke the skin, not just there but also at the corners of his mouth when he was being held down and thrashing about uncontrollably. This car was Baiye’s favorite sports car, and Mo Yao couldn't help wondering if Su Man had ever been in it for something similar; would she throw them out if she knew what they didsuspicion about this.These days, Ye Feimo looked much better than before; he no longer appeared listless as he did right after the incident happened. Warmth felt somewhat relieved. Time was the best r...