Awkward Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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His mind went blank for a few minutes, and he was in a state of fear. When a gay man secretly set his phone number as “wife”, what does it mean? Chen Mo repeatedly told himself to calm down, calm down, and calm down again. His hands were trembling slightly, his eyelids were twitching non-stop, and his breathing gradually became rapid. A gay man calling him his wife, obviously, has two layers of meaning.

The gay man has ambiguous intentions towards him

A wife is usually used to suppress, which means the gay man wants to xx him?!

Chen Mo’s fair and handsome face instantly stiffened like a fossil, unable to stiffen any further.

For a long, long time, almost a century-long period, he maintained the same posture without moving again.

The screen in his hand had already dimmed, and the clock on the wall had already made half a circle, yet he remained stiff as a board.

“President Chen, I’m done washing up. Do you need to use it?” The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Ye Mu walked out, wiping his dripping wet hair.

The inn didn’t provide pajamas, so he simply wrapped a white bath towel around his lower body. His toned abs were exposed, exuding a cold yet handsome aura.

Chen Mo heard the voice but didn’t respond.

Ye Mu walked over and laid down. Seeing that the other party hadn’t moved for a long time, he couldn’t help turning his head to ask, “President Chen?”

Chen Mo remained silent for a few minutes, then mechanically turned to glance at him.

However, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gritted his teeth, spitting out a “F*ck!” from his thin lips.

On the opposite bed, Ye Mu spread his long, sturdy legs to both sides. Because the span was too wide, the white bath towel tied around his waist quietly slipped off, vaguely revealing that entire thing.

Seduction, seduction! Blatant seduction!

This dead gay man must have planned this!

Chen Mo’s lips were pressed tightly, and all the muscles in his body were tense. His deep phoenix eyes held a sense of dying to preserve his chastity.

Fearing that the person beside him would do something even more shameful, he grabbed the clothes next to the cabinet and immediately strode into the bathroom.

With a “bang” of the door closing, the atmosphere quieted down. Ye Mu had just taken a hot shower and couldn’t fall asleep for a while, so he casually turned on the TV and started watching.

In the bathroom, there were “bang bang” sounds.

For some unknown reason, the person inside was obviously a bit flustered and slipped several times on the wet floor.

He didn’t pay much attention and continued to stare intently at the screen.

About an hour later, Chen Mo walked out of the bathroom with a cold and handsome face, limping.

Ye Mu lifted his eyelids and saw that he had covered himself so tightly that not a hint of skin was visible. There was a trace of inexplicable meaning between his brows. “Isn’t it hot to wear long sleeves and pants in this weather?”

Chen Mo didn’t give him any extra glances and walked straight to his own bedside, his voice low. “It’s not hot.”

Ye Mu had been with him for a while and knew that this person had a strange temper, so he didn’t probe further.

After watching TV for a while and feeling bored, he picked up his phone and started scrolling through Moments. He happened to see Chen Mo’s post from the day before yesterday, and his finger naturally gave it five likes. Chen Mo’s phone quickly received a notification.

He looked down at the screen, his long black lashes casting a shadow on his face. D*mn it! He should have known earlier. Ever since they returned from Uruk, whenever he posted anything, this dead gay man would always be the first to give it five likes.
Could it be that he had already been targeted since then? Chen Mo imagined it in his mind, and goosebumps involuntarily rose all over his body.

He really couldn’t imagine having a gay man eyeing him like a tiger watching its prey. If it were someone else, he would have immediately thrown a resignation letter at them, but when this person was Ye Mu, who had once saved his life, he couldn’t bring himself to do something so extreme.

“President Chen.” Out of the blue, Ye Mu called out. His voice was magnetic and cold, with a slight elongation in his pronunciation. Those two very ordinary words, yet Chen Mo heard a strange seductive and numbing sensation.
After struggling for a long time, he clutched the blanket without responding. Seeing this, Ye Mu called out again, “President Chen.”

Chen Mo bit his lip, his face looking unsightly as he spat out words from between his teeth, “What?”

Ye Mu lowered his eyes, hesitation on his fair face, as if he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

“There’s something I’ve been holding in my heart for a long time. I don’t know if I should tell you or not.”

Chen Mo swallowed dryly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He remained silent for a few seconds before saying stiffly, “No need, keep holding it in. I don’t want to know.”

Ye Mu frowned and emphasized, “But if I don’t say it, I’ll keep thinking about it.”

Chen Mo gritted his teeth fiercely, making a creaking sound. “Then keep thinking about it.”

Hearing this, Ye Mu didn’t say anything more. His expression seemed a bit desolate, and the dim light cast on his thin, slender back projected an extremely depressed shadow.

Seeing this, Chen Mo’s thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke coldly, “If you’re not sure that saying something will get the result you want, then there’s absolutely no need to say it. This protects yourself while also reducing a lot of trouble for the other person.”

Ye Mu turned his head and said indifferently, “But what if I’m certain that saying this will get the result I want?”

Chen Mo’s brows were tightly knitted, and his chiseled features displayed tense lines. “No, that’s just your personal opinion.”

Ye Mu didn’t give up. “I think he can handle it if I say it, and I won’t keep thinking about it afterwards.”

Chen Mo had a stern face and gritted his teeth, enunciating each word. “No, you can’t handle it!”

Ye Mu closed his eyes and compromised, “Alright, I’ll choose another time to say it then.”

Chen Mo suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He silently turned off the bedside lamp and curled up under the blanket.

Ye Mu half-reclined against the headboard, staring down at that Moments post for a while, sighing wearily.

On the day they returned from Uruk, Chen Mo had temporarily borrowed 50,000 yuan from him, but he had delayed returning it for a long time afterwards. As his own boss, he didn’t have the nerve to press him for it and could only give five likes to his Moments posts every time, hoping he would remember. But obviously, it didn’t have much effect.

50,000 yuan wasn’t a huge amount, but it wasn’t small either. Ye Mu really wasn’t used to people owing him money. If you directly told him you wouldn’t pay it back, that would be fine. But dragging it on like this would create the impression that he had just forgotten and would return it as long as you reminded him more.

This brought Ye Mu a lot of confusion and dilemmas. How exactly should he subtly express that Chen Mo still owed him 50,000 yuan?

It was close to midnight, pitch-black outside. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing.

Ye Mu turned his head and stared at Chen Mo’s back for a long time before finally turning off the light and silently lying down.
Chen Mo kept his fists clenched. There was a slight sheen of sweat between his handsome, high nose bridge, his extremely thin lip line was tightly pursed, and his narrow, deep phoenix eyes were half-closed.

Ye Mu seemed strong on the surface, but his heart was sensitive and fragile.

As friends, how should Chen Mo tactfully refuse and express that he couldn’t possibly engage in homosexual activities?

The night was already deep. Cicadas incessantly called on the trees. The two men, each harboring their own thoughts, simultaneously lost sleep.

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