Awkward Chapter 65

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Ye Mu had been asleep for a long time, his mind groggy and uncomfortable.

All he could smell was the scent of disinfectant, the kind that belonged only to hospitals.

Something was pressing down on his shoulder, making him frown in discomfort.

With effort, he lifted his heavy eyelids, and what came into view was the profile of a young man sleeping by his bedside.

He seemed very tired, his disheveled hair falling over his forehead. His eyes, nose, and lips were stained with ashes, and there was a deep scar on his cheek, mixed with traces of blood. His whole face looked dirty, lacking the usual charm and handsomeness.

Ye Mu lowered his gaze, silently watching him, feeling no disgust or aversion. Instead, he thought that these marks of smoke added to his masculinity, making him look more handsome than ever.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing. He tried to lightly pat Chen Mo’s shoulder.

The movement was so gentle that it was almost imperceptible, but it was enough.

Chen Mo’s eyes fluttered open, tiredly taking in the sight of Ye Mu awake. He wanted to ask how Ye Mu was feeling, but as soon as he tried to speak, he realized his throat was dry and painful.

Ye Mu pursed his lips and, using his only uninjured hand, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table and handed it to him.

Chen Mo took it, unscrewed the cap, and drank a few gulps before hoarsely asking, “How are you feeling? Any better?”

Ye Mu shifted slightly, not hiding anything, and said flatly, “Everything hurts.”

Chen Mo put down the water bottle, his eyes flashing with a fierce coldness. “This time, someone did this on purpose. Rest and recover. I’ll make sure to get to the bottom of it.”

Ye Mu’s voice was flat, “Any leads?”

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes dangerously, his lips pressed into a tight line. “I know who did it, but there’s no evidence.”

Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids, his expression indifferent. “He always covers his tracks. Even you might not be able to do anything.”

Chen Mo’s face darkened with anger. “Everyone makes mistakes. If I keep after him, I’m sure I’ll find his weak spot. This person is dangerous. If he did it once, he’ll do it again. We need to end this quickly.”

Ye Mu remained silent, his thoughts drifting to the terrifying smile he saw earlier in the day, causing his brows to furrow deeply.

Chen Mo, accustomed to Ye Mu’s silence, continued sharply, “Guess who I ran into at this hospital?”

Ye Mu looked at him, his neatly trimmed eyebrows slightly raised.

Chen Mo didn’t beat around the bush and directly mentioned a name.

Ye Mu’s expression remained calm. “His side job is being a doctor, so it’s not surprising that you ran into him here.”

Chen Mo, however, wasn’t convinced. His distinct fingers clenched tightly. “I just have a feeling this guy isn’t simple.”

Ye Mu responded indifferently, seemingly unconcerned, and his gaze lingered on Chen Mo’s face, his eyes holding a different expression than usual.

Chen Mo, feeling uncomfortable under Ye Mu’s intense gaze, wiped his face nonchalantly. “What are you staring at? It’s just a cut.”

Ye Mu pressed his lips together and asked with concern, “Did you get any medical treatment?”

Chen Mo’s face remained impassive as he replied casually, “A nurse came by earlier to disinfect it and put some ointment on.”

Ye Mu’s eyes narrowed as he looked at him. “The wound is quite deep. You should go to the Ninth Hospital for stitches and proper treatment.”

Chen Mo clicked his tongue and turned his head away, his thin lips curling in annoyance. “What a hassle. I’m not a woman. It’s just a scar.”

Ye Mu frowned slightly, his gaze fixated on the wound, his expression showing a hint of displeasure.

Noticing this, Chen Mo turned his head further away, hiding the injured side of his face. His young, handsome features darkened as he muttered in a sulky tone, “What, are you disgusted because I’m scarred?”

Ye Mu denied it gently, “That’s not what I meant.”

Chen Mo scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain. “Yeah, right. Like I don’t know you.”

Seeing his proud yet awkward demeanor, Ye Mu couldn’t help but smile slightly. After a long pause, he softly said, “It’s fine, scars can be handsome too.”

Chen Mo, sensing the insincerity in his tone, retorted dismissively, “Yeah, sure. Just afraid some people are too picky to like it.”

These gays are all the same, only caring about appearances. Now that his face was scarred, who knows what kind of different treatment he’d face in the future.

Ye Mu couldn’t help but smile a little at his proud and awkward demeanor. After a long pause, he softly said, “I won’t.”

Chen Mo squinted his eyes, his expression showing disbelief as he coldly responded, “Don’t give me that.”

Ye Mu quietly met his gaze, his long, calm eyes serious as he softly murmured, “At least I like it.”

These simple words, though ordinary, when put together, were incredibly pleasing to hear. With his deep and magnetic voice, infused with an inherent gentleness, it made the words feel almost electrifying.

This was the first and only time Ye Mu had ever said he liked him after they had been intimate. It didn’t seem like much at first, but upon closer reflection, it inexplicably made one’s heart skip a beat.

After he said this, Chen Mo sat there for a long time without responding, as if frozen in place.

Ye Mu looked at him quietly, a slight doubt in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Chen Mo glanced at him and quickly looked away, keeping his head down in silence. But slowly, his ears turned pink, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally squeezed out a question through gritted teeth, “Really?”

Chen Mo had always been stern, sharp-tongued, and cold with a paralyzed face. This sudden change in demeanor made Ye Mu feel a bit uncomfortable, and he couldn’t help but cough awkwardly as he replied, “Really.”

Chen Mo noticed the fleeting hint of amusement in his eyes, and his expression instantly cooled. He scrutinized Ye Mu’s face once more, not entirely reassured, and repeated, “You’re not lying?”

Ye Mu’s thin lips moved slightly, and his eyes, dark as obsidian, couldn’t help but curve into a smile. “Not lying.”

He was naturally handsome, with fair skin, and his rare smile made his features look gentle and pleasing, making him even more attractive.

Chen Mo took another glance at him but quickly averted his gaze, turning his head to look elsewhere as a faint warmth spread across his face.

Ye Mu silently stared at his side profile, his gaze deep and contemplative, saying nothing as a subtle fondness flickered in his eyes.

Chen Mo noticed his silence and, trying to act nonchalant, glanced back at him.

The room was so quiet that only the faint sounds of their breathing could be heard. As their eyes met, it was as if something suddenly pierced through their hearts, igniting a spark.

Under the pull of magnetic attraction and the influence of hormones, Chen Mo couldn’t help but slowly lean in closer to him.

The two were now just inches apart. Ye Mu’s dark eyes gazed at him as he raised a hand to touch the scar on Chen Mo’s cheek, gently brushing his face before letting his hand slide down to his lips.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes; at that moment, he didn’t feel any pain. Instead, he felt a tingling sensation wherever Ye Mu’s fingers had grazed, as if his heart had turned to soft cotton, leaving him feeling warm and at ease.

Slowly lowering his head, Chen Mo softly and deeply called his name.

Ye Mu focused intently on him, his long, black eyelashes trembling slightly.

Chen Mo swallowed, closed his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, their lips almost touching, their eyelashes brushing together.

The tender, shared kiss felt so beautiful that it made them both tense up, their breathing slowing.

“Ding-dong! Ding-dong!”

Suddenly, a harsh and piercing doorbell rang out, startling them and breaking the stillness of the night.

The tender, pink bubble of intimacy that had just formed between them was abruptly popped by the sudden knock.

Ye Mu lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at Chen Mo, and his expression turned a bit awkward as he instinctively pulled back from the kiss.

A vein on Chen Mo’s forehead twitched, and with a scowl on his face, he stood up and couldn’t help but shout towards the door, “Who is it?!”