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Moh Xiao Bai said, "Little miss, you're not being good. I told you no pictures of my beauty. He's not as photogenic as me and would feel inferior."

Moh Yao felt embarrassed; the little girl shyly flashed around for a moment before quietly handing Moh Xiao Bai a group photo and innocently claiming there were no negatives.

That was a kind of group photo that satisfied Moh Xiao Bai very much.

Moh Xiao Bai signed next to it, while Moh Yao watched him. He liked the look on Moh Yao's face at this moment: stern with a hint of warm indulgence as if he were his only light in the past, and that gaze made him feel like he was the most radiant being.

The atmosphere remained joyful until three o'clock in the morning. Moh Xiao Bai had drunk enough wine, signed many names, lay lazily on the sofa to rest, while the young men and women continued to dance to lively music. However, the music in the dance floor changed; everyone danced tango in pairs. The men without female partners took other men as their dancing companions, unaware that tango between two men could also be so beautiful.

This night was a night of tango.

Moh Xiao Bai drank too much and lay on the sofa pretending to be dead, his gaze softly fixated on Moh Yao. He openly leaned against Moh Yao's thigh and fell asleep. After some thought, Moh Yao patted him gently on the face.

"You're drunk"

"Not drunk!" Mo Xiaobai chuckled, his phoenix eyes half-open and half-closed, sparkling like the most beautiful amber, making Mo Yao's heart race and soften.

"If you're drunk, go home." Mo Yao said. Mo Xiaobai slowly sat up straight and politely yawned, clearly satisfied now. Mo Yao led him out of the bar; after drinking, he naturally couldn't drive himself. Mo Yao put him in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

His memory was excellent; although he had only been there once before, he remembered the Mo Family’s address long ago. It took no more than a few minutes to drive from the bar to the castle gate. In no time at all, Mo Xiaobai's flashy sports car screeched to a halt outside the castle gates. An infrared scanner swept over the vehicle to confirm safety before opening the doors. Mo Yao couldn't help but marvel at how modern and secure it was—no security guards were needed.

The system confirmed that they were Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai, ensuring everything was safe.

"Home sweet home." Mo Yao unfastened his seatbelt. Mo Xiaobai slept comfortably, like a dead pig, with a silly smile on his lips. Mo Yao sighed and untied him.

Mo Xiaobai opened his eyes with an exclamation of "Brother, Brother, I really like you…"

Saying that, he hugged Mo Yao tightly. Mo Yao was embarrassed by the man’s strong smell of alcohol, which made him uncomfortable; however, he didn’t argue with drunken men. As Mo Xiaobai continued to rub against him, Mo Yao said, "I’ll take your car for a spin, you go upstairs."

Mo Yao pulled Mo Xiaobai out of the car and went back in. Just as he started the engine, there was a thud; when he saw no one inside the car, he hurriedly opened the door to find Mo Xiaobai lying motionless in a flower bed.

The night breeze blew gently, while the moonlight was cool and soothing. Looking at the motionless man in the flower bed, Mo Yao suddenly felt pained; he quickly pulled him up. Mo Xiaobai rubbed his forehead in confusion, asking, "Hmm Is it dark"

Mo Yao sighed and could only half-carry, half-drag him up. “Where’s your room”

Moxiao Bai was so delighted that he almost danced with joy, pointing upstairs. Moxiao helped him up the stairs. Everyone else—Mochen, Wushuang, Yefei Mo, and Wenran—were already fast asleep; it was around 4:00 AM when people are most deeply asleep.

Furthermore, their rooms were far apart, so they didn't hear any noise.

This was Moxiao's first time coming to Moxiao Bai's room. Despite being a bit disoriented, Moxiao Bai pointed in the right direction. When Moxiao turned on the light, he felt a bit awkward; the room's design was similar to his own, except for the many photos hanging on the walls—photos of him and himself. Even by the bedside, there were numerous framed pictures that made him feel heartache when looking at them. Had he been relying on these photos throughout this year

Moxiao Bai felt his comfortable bed and dove onto it, rolling around while clutching the sheets without even taking off his shoes. Moxiao couldn't bear to watch any longer; he took off his shoes for him, patted his head, and said, "Go take a shower before you sleep."

"No!" Moxiao Bai's voice was somewhat childish and hesitant as he started singing nursery rhymes. Moxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry—obviously, he was truly drunk; otherwise, why would he sing such immature songs.

"Brother, is it nice"

"It's nice!" replied Moxiao. However, singing English love songs was the most beautiful and enchanting at that time, as if a prince had walked out of a fairytale story to captivate everyone.

Moxiao Bai felt his heart bloom with joy. Moxiao said, "Go take a shower then sleep."

Moxiao Bai sat up suddenly and hugged Moxiao from behind, saying, "I want to sleep with my brother."

"You reek of alcohol; go away," Moxiao patted his head. Moxiao Bai was being stubborn and refused to let go; his face was extremely hot, pressing against Moxiao's skin, making him feel a slight warmth as well.

This bastard is really overstepping his bounds; Mo Baixue has already started kissing his neck and earlobe. The unusual heat making Mo Yao's body feel weak made him unable to resist, as Mo Baixue knelt behind him with both hands hugging his chest, and the kisses were anything but hesitant.

Mo Yao was in turmoil; when did such intimacy become so taken for granted

He couldn't let Mo Baixue continue like this or he would really fall into a quagmire.

Mo Yao grabbed the mischievous hand of Mo Baixue, and said sternly, "Stop, otherwise I'll get angry."

The moment Mo Baixue heard that he might get him angry, he obediently stopped moving. His drunk eyes held a layer of moisture, making them even more hazy. They were imbued with an air of nobility as if from the aristocracy of past eras; looking at Mo Yao like this made him seem lost and aggrieved, noble yet fragile, evoking a desire to present all treasures before him to make him happy. It seemed that refusing Mo Baixue's request was utterly wrong.

"Brother, are you angry"

Mo Yao didn't know how to answer him, so he just said with a stern face, "Yes, I'm angry."

Muddled by worry, Mo Baixue scratched his head. He seemed unable to explain why Mo Yao was angry. Mo Yao thought that perhaps he had finally come to his senses; who knew that suddenly Mo Baixue threw him down onto the bed and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you're angry since brother won't stay mad at me for long..."

"Damn it, get up." Being pressed like this made Mo Yao very uncomfortable. His body stiffened; he couldn't help but recall that chaotic night in the hotel room. Mo Baixue licked his lower lip and said with a mischievous smile, "Brother, do you want me"ll She couldn't live with such guilt. How could she possibly be at ease in her relationship with Tang Shuwén when it was all because of their existence that he was considering aborting his and Zhao Yu...