Awkward Chapter 57

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Chen Mo saw that he wasn’t responding and assumed it was silent consent. The corners of his lips curved slightly, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a reply.

“I refuse.” His voice was cool and indifferent, as always.

In just a few seconds, Ye Mu’s face had returned to calmness, speaking in a tone as placid as still water.

Chen Mo lowered his gaze, furrowing his brow, and the grip holding Ye Mu slightly loosened.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Mu struggled free, supporting himself on the ground as he staggered to stand up.

But Chen Mo didn’t give up. He grabbed Ye Mu and pressed him back down beneath him.

Their eyes locked, and neither of them spoke.

The coast was quiet, with only the faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

A child stood nearby, biting his finger, blinking his big blue eyes as he watched them in silence.

Chen Mo lowered his gaze, his young and handsome face showing a hint of irritation. After a long pause, he pursed his lips and asked, “Fine, then tell me the reason for your refusal.”

Ye Mu turned his face away, a hint of helplessness crossing his refined features, struggling to grasp the current atmosphere. “There’s no reason.”

Chen Mo frowned, his profile sharp and defined. “There must be a reason. Tell me.”

Ye Mu ignored him, focusing instead on trying to escape, pushing against Chen Mo’s broad shoulders with his hands.

Chen Mo moved forward and pinned Ye Mu’s wrists to the sandy ground, his grip firm and unyielding.

Ye Mu frowned deeply, a line of displeasure etching his features. “Let go!”

Chen Mo’s long, narrow eyes showed a deep and obsessive glint. “I’ll let go once you tell me.”

Ye Mu, growing impatient, quickly thought through the most effective response, one that would leave the other unable to argue.

Chen Mo remained silent, patiently waiting.

After about three minutes, Ye Mu raised his eyes to meet Chen Mo’s, his lips moving slightly. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Chen Mo looked at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he replied in a calm tone, “Yes, I want to hear it.”

Ye Mu, indifferent, covered his mouth as he coughed lightly. After a moment, his expression remained blank as he suddenly said, “I want to be the top.” He was certain that this was something the straight man would never accept.

Chen Mo’s handsome brow lifted slightly, his thin lips parted. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t understand the slang of the gay community; he just found the man beneath him increasingly appealing. Unable to resist, he gently stroked Ye Mu’s pale cheek, his finger softly tracing over his brow, down the corner of his eye, and finally landing lightly on his seductive thin lips.

Ye Mu turned his head, feeling inexplicably irritated. “I mean I want to be the one on top.” He was confident Chen Mo wouldn’t accept it.

Chen Mo leaned down and kissed Ye Mu’s cheek, then buried his chin in Ye Mu’s neck, remaining silent for a long time before a muffled voice emerged, “Okay.”

Ye Mu hesitated, his eyes reflecting a hint of surprise. “Are you sure you’re not joking?”

Chen Mo wrapped his arms around Ye Mu’s slender waist, his glassy eyes locking onto Ye Mu without saying a word.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Chen Mo’s gaze, Ye Mu found himself unable to meet his eyes. Even his previously resistant actions became stiff.

Taking advantage of Ye Mu’s distraction, Chen Mo suddenly turned his head and deeply kissed Ye Mu’s lips.

Ye Mu froze for a moment. Although only a few seconds passed, Chen Mo had already tasted every part of his lips. The man’s kiss was domineering yet tender, licking and savoring every corner, the sensation soft and wet, sending shivers through his entire body.

The memories of last night flooded back like a tidal wave, an electric current subtly coursing through his bones.

Chen Mo pressed closer, his handsome features showing an uncontrollable passion as he continued to caress and embrace him, returning to the same wild abandon of before.

Ye Mu, struggling to maintain control, gritted his teeth and said, “Chen Mo, that’s enough. Stop this now.”

Chen Mo kissed him with closed eyes, his profile sharp, his deep voice low and tinged with a soft sensuality. “I know what position you’re talking about. We can try it.”

Ye Mu furrowed his brow slightly, about to say something, but before he could, Chen Mo flipped him over so that Ye Mu was on top.

Chen Mo propped his chin on his hand, his handsome face bearing the mix of a man’s maturity and a boy’s innocence. With a proud smirk, he teased, “Do you want manual service or smart automation?”

Ye Mu, indifferent, looked down at him from above, his gaze cold and calculating. “That’s not what I meant by being on top.”

Chen Mo sat up, feeling the warmth of Ye Mu’s body through their clothes. “Then what did you mean?”

Ye Mu, his face showing disdain, leaned in close to Chen Mo’s ear and whispered a few concise words.

Chen Mo paused, a vein throbbing at his temple. His tightly pressed lips twisted into a rigid arc, and after a long silence, he spat out through gritted teeth, “D*mn! You’re forcing me into prostitution!”

Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids, his face emotionless. “If you want to stay clean, then get lost. No one’s forcing you.”

Chen Mo’s features hardened, his sharp nose exuding an air of hostility. Without thinking, he gritted his teeth and cursed, “D*mn you, you dead gay!”

Ye Mu chuckled coldly. Seeing that his goal was achieved, he dusted off the sand from his pants and stood up.

Chen Mo’s brows drew together in a deep frown as he grabbed Ye Mu’s sleeve and forcefully pulled him back.

Ye Mu wasn’t prepared, and in an instant, their positions returned to how they were the previous night. Frustrated, he snapped, “What the h*ll do you want now!”

Chen Mo didn’t answer. He simply pulled Ye Mu closer and kissed him fiercely, his long dark lashes trembling slightly.

Ye Mu, unable to match Chen Mo’s strength, found himself at the man’s mercy, feeling increasingly impatient.

Chen Mo’s long, slender fingers began to move to a certain spot, his intentions clear.

Ye Mu’s eyes widened slightly as he curled up and tried to back away, kicking fiercely at Chen Mo’s ankles.

Though in pain, Chen Mo didn’t stop, continuing his relentless actions like a storm.

Ye Mu, furious, punched at him.

Chen Mo’s reflexes were quick, easily catching Ye Mu’s wrist in his grip.

Exhausted, Ye Mu slammed his shoulder into Chen Mo a few times.

Chen Mo winced in pain but didn’t release his hold, hugging Ye Mu even tighter.

They rolled across the sandy beach, their struggle creating a rising heat between them through their clothes.

Ye Mu, aroused by Chen Mo’s advances, felt his fair cheeks gradually flush with a hint of red.

Chen Mo, breathing heavily, pressed his sharp chin against Ye Mu’s neck, licking and kissing like a beast.

Unable to take it anymore, Ye Mu jerked his head back, slamming it hard against Chen Mo. The force was so strong that his vision blurred, and it took him a long time to recover.

Chen Mo was hit near his eyes, the corner of his eye swelling and filling with tears, the salty drops streaming down.

The wetness on his neck was warm and moist. Ye Mu frowned, feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable.

Chen Mo hugged him tightly, remaining silent for a long time before murmuring softly, his voice warm and magnetic, “Older Brother, please, just let me.”

The warmth slowly enveloped him from behind, and Chen Mo’s voice, hoarse yet filled with an indescribable allure, whispered in his ear. Each word he uttered was like a cat’s paw, scratching an itch deep within him, sweet and cloying. Ye Mu’s eyelids drooped slightly, a soft spot in his heart suddenly melting. Under some unknown influence, he stopped resisting, surrendering to the moment.

Seeing Ye Mu’s surrender, a sly glint flashed in Chen Mo’s deep eyes, his tense lips curling into a slight smile as his hands began to roam freely.

Before long, they were entangled once again, as wild as the night before, repeatedly reaching peaks of ecstasy, pushing each other to the limit, endlessly lost in their mutual indulgence…

This outdoor escapade lasted nearly half an hour, more intense than the previous night. The sand, waves, sunlight, and their heated bodies melded together, creating an atmosphere of the most exhilarating intensity.

When they finished and were putting their pants back on, they looked at the shameful stains on the ground, neither saying a word.

Ye Mu, with a dark expression, buckled his belt, feeling as if he had gone mad. Never in his life had he imagined that he would end up having a wild romp with a brat like Chen Mo on such an open beach.

Chen Mo, having tasted the thrill, glanced at him sideways, licking his lips. His young, handsome face showed a trace of dissatisfaction, only wanting to indulge a few more times.

Ye Mu was unaware of the dirty thoughts in his mind and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. However, just as he was about to take a step forward, his foot was caught on something.

He looked down and saw it was the little boy from earlier.

The boy was now staring at them with his big blue eyes, filled with curiosity.

Ye Mu felt incredibly ashamed, standing there locking eyes with the boy for a long time without saying anything.

The little boy bit his finger and asked in a soft, childish voice, “Uncle, what were you and older brother just doing?”

Ye Mu was silent for a moment, pausing to ease the awkwardness, then coughed and replied in English, “Artificial respiration. That was an artificial respiration procedure.”

The boy lowered his head, thinking for a moment, and then said in his innocent voice, “Oh, I see. My mom and an uncle from next door often do artificial respiration too.”

Ye Mu stood there, feeling flustered. “Is that so?”

Chen Mo glanced at him indifferently, the corners of his lips slightly curved into a smile. He then pulled out his phone and looked at it, reminding him, “Let’s go. If we wait any longer, we’ll miss the flight.”

As he spoke, he patted the little boy’s round head.

Ye Mu nodded, gave the boy some candy, and then hurriedly packed up and left with him.

Sitting in the airplane cabin, the atmosphere between the two was tinged with a lingering sense of pink-tinted ambiguity.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, his young, handsome profile showing a hint of awkwardness. After a long silence, his thin lips parted slightly, “I have a question for you.”

Ye Mu glanced at him sideways, “What is it?”

Chen Mo turned his head to look out the window and said, “Can you cook?”

Ye Mu didn’t understand why he was asking this but instinctively replied coldly, “No.”

Chen Mo pressed his lips together, frowning, “What about doing laundry and cleaning?”

Ye Mu’s expression remained indifferent, leaning toward a negative answer, “No.”

Chen Mo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his tight lips showing a hint of detachment, and finally said, “Really? Well, I can do all those things.”

Ye Mu’s voice was emotionless as he responded, “So what?”

Chen Mo cleared his throat, his usual stoic expression struggling to maintain composure, “So, about that suggestion I made earlier, would you consider it?”

Ye Mu’s face remained serious and icy, “Do you like me?”

Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and he turned his head away, seemingly avoiding eye contact, his limbs stiff as he muttered, “No, I don’t.”

Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids, his expression unreadable, “Is that so? They say liars are puppies.”

Chen Mo squinted his eyes slightly, his sharp nose showing a hint of annoyance, and he remained silent for a long time.

The cabin was deathly quiet.

After a while, a soft, low dog bark unexpectedly came from somewhere.

“Woof, woof!”