Awkward Chapter 67

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The last five words might seem like a casual statement, but they carried a hidden warning.

In translation, it’s essentially saying, “If you can still do something when I’m this injured, then you’re nothing but a beast. If that’s the case, there’s no need for us to have any further relationship; we can just go back to being ordinary friends.”

After saying this, he didn’t make any further moves. Instead, he lay there silently, but the look in his eyes as he glanced at the young man beside him turned cautious and probing.

Chen Mo felt slightly embarrassed. After a long pause, he cleared his throat and reached out to straighten the collar of the other man’s shirt. “Tsk, I wondered why something felt off. Turns out your shirt was a bit wrinkled.”

Ye Mu’s expression remained cold and indifferent as he responded, following up on the previous comment, “Yeah, how did the shirt get wrinkled?”

Chen Mo discreetly shifted the part of his body pressing against the other man and flashed a sheepish grin. “Just messing around with you, don’t take it seriously.”

Ye Mu chuckled coldly a few times, his thin lips parting slightly. “True, after all, we’re in a civilized society now. There’s not much room for such unspeakable acts, don’t you think?”

Chen Mo turned his face away, feeling somewhat ashamed, and didn’t answer. He pretended to have a sore throat and coughed a few more times, his eyes darting to the side.

Ye Mu leaned in closer and glanced in the direction he was looking. “What are you staring at?”

The two were already close, so when Ye Mu moved closer, he brushed against that hot, hard thing again. Chen Mo quietly shifted it between his legs, squeezing it tightly. He licked his dry lips nervously and, avoiding the topic, said, “Well, today… today the sun is pretty round.”

Ye Mu rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glanced out at the dark night sky, and then gave Chen Mo a look filled with genuine admiration and respect.

Realizing it was night with no sun in sight, Chen Mo immediately clammed up. His handsome face turned awkward, and he stammered, struggling to come up with a response.

Ye Mu remained silent, his gaze wandering to the now even more prominent bulge.

Already feeling hot, Chen Mo’s discomfort only increased under Ye Mu’s gaze. The swelling and pain in his lower half grew unbearable, but he stubbornly kept quiet, clenching his teeth.

Noticing Chen Mo’s struggle, Ye Mu shot him a cold glance and, for once, showed some mercy. “Do you want me to help you?”

Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, and a glimmer of eagerness flashed in his clear eyes.

Ye Mu immediately regretted his words. He cleared his throat awkwardly and was about to say he was joking when Chen Mo took his hand and guided it to the burning area.

Acting decisively, Chen Mo licked his lips with a sly, innocent look in his eyes and simply said, “Yes.”

Cursing inwardly, Ye Mu knew there was no turning back once the words were spoken. With a stern face, he began to move his hand slowly up and down.

Ye Mu’s fingers were long, white, and well-defined, the pads of his fingers smooth and delicate. Using his experience, he expertly slid over the sensitive nerves, sending waves of indescribable pleasure.

Chen Mo’s narrow eyes half-closed, his tightly pressed lips curving into a sharp smile. The stimulation caused his waist to tense, outlining his sleek, masculine lines.

A few beads of sweat trickled down his chest, following the contours of his muscles, and his breathing became deep, raspy, and restrained.

For some reason, Ye Mu found the sound particularly seductive. His usually calm and aloof face gradually flushed pink, and his gaze deepened.

Sensing this, Chen Mo leaned in, his kiss both domineering and gentle as he sealed Ye Mu’s lips. The touch was soft and possessive.

Ye Mu’s mind heated up, not expecting such a sudden move. His lips parted slightly in surprise.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Mo deepened the kiss, thoroughly exploring Ye Mu’s mouth.

As Ye Mu gazed at Chen Mo’s sharply handsome profile, his heart pounded wildly, and the sensory stimulation escalated. The burning kiss between their lips left him dazed.

Chen Mo squinted at him, his breathing growing rapid. His slender fingers sensually interlaced with Ye Mu’s.

Ye Mu let out a low moan, his eyelashes fluttering as he tilted his head back involuntarily, exposing his throat. Chen Mo’s eyes darkened as he lowered his head to kiss Ye Mu’s Adam’s apple, nibbling at it with his teeth.

The two became lost in their passion, their fingers not ceasing their movements. As their lips and teeth met in intimacy, waves of intense pleasure washed over them until they reached a simultaneous climax.

Afterward, the room fell silent, with only a lingering warmth remaining.

Ye Mu laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving.

“Was it good?” Chen Mo’s deep voice came softly beside his ear as he raised a hand to gently lick the sticky substance off his fingers.

Ye Mu’s pale face suddenly flushed with heat, and he couldn’t stop the embarrassment from creeping in. He shifted his gaze away, not daring to look at him.

Chen Mo smiled, his eyes reflecting a warm light as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on Ye Mu’s cheek.

Ye Mu said nothing, feeling somewhat stifled, and reached for his phone from the bedside table to distract himself.

Chen Mo, being considerate, lifted Ye Mu’s head to rest it on his shoulder and murmured softly, “Are you hungry? Should I go out and get you some porridge?”

Ye Mu’s fingers slid across the screen, revealing numerous text messages and missed calls in his inbox. He lowered his gaze slightly and responded in a muted tone, “A little. Just plain porridge.”

Chen Mo had good eyesight and caught a glimpse of the sender’s name. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “You still keep in touch?”

Ye Mu pressed his lips together and explained formally, “It’s all work-related.”

As he spoke, he tucked the phone under his pillow, his expression somewhat unnatural.

In recent emails with that person, they had touched on the events surrounding his past setup. He didn’t want Chen Mo to know, at least not now.

The more you care, the more you fear losing. Perhaps that was his mindset at the time.

Chen Mo, sensing the fleeting panic in Ye Mu’s eyes, gazed at him steadily for a moment but chose not to pursue it. “Besides porridge, is there anything else you’d like?”

Ye Mu shook his head. “No, just porridge.”

Chen Mo nodded agreeably, his eyes deep and dark as the night. He got up, dressed, and grabbed his wallet before heading out.

Ye Mu watched his figure disappear. Once he was sure the footsteps had faded and could no longer be heard, he took out his phone to check the messages.

Yan Chen had sent him several texts, mostly asking where he was, how his health was, and whether he had gone to the hospital.

If it had been before, Ye Mu might have been touched and reassured, but at this moment, he only felt irritation and frustration.

He knew Yan Chen’s temperament. If he didn’t respond soon, Yan would likely pull some strings to track him down. If Yan found out he was with Chen Mo, he would surely expose him.

Ye Mu frowned, rubbing his temples. After a moment’s thought, he tersely replied with the words: “I’m fine.”

A few seconds after successfully sending the message, Yan Chen called.

The ringtone was jarringly loud, inexplicably grating on his nerves. Ye Mu immediately pressed the button to hang up, then turned off the phone, lying down with his eyes closed, his mind in turmoil.

If only he could restart his life, erase all the stupid and wrong things he had done, leaving no trace behind. But unfortunately, that wasn’t possible…

When Chen Mo left the hospital, he felt rather depressed. For some reason, a lingering sense of loss weighed on him. It took him half an hour to walk to the porridge shop.

He ordered a bowl of porridge for himself and then asked the shopkeeper to pack one to go before finding a seat to sit down.

Late at night, there weren’t many customers coming in for porridge, so the shop was relatively quiet, with only a few people scattered around.

Out of boredom, Chen Mo pulled out his phone and casually browsed the news.

“Hey, Chen Mo!” someone called out to him from the opposite table.

Chen Mo glanced in that direction, startled. He almost didn’t recognize Sun Xiangyang.

“What happened to you?” He frowned, moving to sit across from him, staring at Sun Xiangyang’s newly shaved head.

Sun Xiangyang sighed deeply, digging into his porridge. “Don’t even ask. It’s a long story, and not a happy one.”

Chen Mo noticed that Sun Xiangyang was lowering his head, looking like a big boiled egg buried in a bowl. “What happened?” he asked.

Sun Xiangyang ate while wiping away tears. “I just got dumped.”

Chen Mo sipped his tea, his handsome face remaining calm. “What happened? I thought your relationship was going well.”

Sun Xiangyang’s eyes were red and swollen, and he looked utterly worn out. “It was going well, but that woman wasn’t just good to me. Recently, she started acting strange—avoiding my calls and sneaking out. If I hadn’t dropped by her place today unexpectedly, I wouldn’t have known she was cheating on me.”

Chen Mo remained indifferent, pursing his lips. “And what are you planning to do?”

Sun Xiangyang blew his nose with a tissue, his voice hoarse. “What can I do? Even though I love her, we have to break up now.”

As his own bowl of porridge arrived, Chen Mo took a bored bite and asked, “Are you really able to let go?”

Sun Xiangyang pointed at his newly shaved head. “Whether I want to or not, I have to force myself to. I shaved my head to remind myself not to go crawling back to her. Every time I think about seeing her, I touch my head to remember—better this than being humiliated again!”

Chen Mo snickered and coldly responded, “Impressive.”

Sun Xiangyang waved it off. “Enough about me. Talking about it just annoys me. What’s going on with you?”

Chen Mo remained silent, taking another sip of porridge. “What about me?”

Sun Xiangyang gave him a sidelong glance and kicked him under the table. “Don’t play dumb. Weren’t you having issues with that guy Ye Mu recently? How’s that going?”

Chen Mo lowered his eyes and didn’t reply.

Sun Xiangyang raised an eyebrow and nudged his shoulder. “Come on, just say it. What’s there to hide from your brother?”

Chen Mo still didn’t speak, keeping his head down with his bangs covering his forehead, making it hard to see his expression.

Sun Xiangyang clicked his tongue, rubbing his shaved head. “You look so troubled. If you really can’t stand him, I could gather some guys to teach him a lesson. You know how these white-collar types are—they may act all high and mighty, but a few punches will have them wetting themselves and…”

Chen Mo frowned and interrupted, “Don’t do anything rash.”

Sun Xiangyang rolled his eyes. “Why are you hesitating? You need to use force with people like that.”

Chen Mo shot him a cold glare. “Don’t cause me any trouble.”

Sun Xiangyang, surprised at being scolded, asked, “What’s the deal? You were the one complaining about him. I’m just trying to help, and you’re not even grateful.”

Chen Mo sipped his porridge with a grim look, wanting to say something but ultimately keeping silent.

Sun Xiangyang, being impatient, insisted, “Alright, I get it. You’re in a tough spot. I’ll handle it myself and make sure you’re not implicated. That good enough for you?”

Chen Mo’s eyes flashed with frustration, and after a long pause, he impatiently said, “Just don’t touch him.”

Sun Xiangyang was puzzled. “Why not?”

Chen Mo stood up, paid the bill, grabbed the porridge he had ordered to go, and started to leave. Before walking away, he coldly said, “I like him.”

Sun Xiangyang was stunned, sitting there in shock, unable to speak for a long time.

After a moment, he sprang up and caught up to Chen Mo, grabbing his sleeve. “What are you talking about? Explain yourself.”

Chen Mo, with a blank expression, pulled away and sternly repeated, “I said I like him.”

Sun Xiangyang wouldn’t let it go. “Weren’t you the one who hated gay people?”

Chen Mo’s eyes turned cold. “That was before.”

Sun Xiangyang looked at him in horror, his tongue stumbling over his words. “But… but you can’t just start liking men!”

Chen Mo furrowed his brows, ignoring him, and continued walking.

Sun Xiangyang, refusing to give up, followed him. “Tell me, did that guy do something underhanded to you?”

Chen Mo, growing irritated by the questioning, kept his icy demeanor and didn’t respond.

Sun Xiangyang didn’t care about Chen Mo’s mood and kept pushing. “Come on, just tell me why.”

Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked serious, his handsome face growing somber. After a long silence, he finally sighed deeply and said, “It happened over time.”

The more time he spent with Ye Mu, the more he realized he liked him. And this feeling kept growing stronger and more uncontrollable. It didn’t matter if Ye Mu was a man; what mattered was that it was him.

Without saying anything else, Chen Mo hailed a cab, got in, and disappeared into the night.

Sun Xiangyang was left standing there, deep in thought, dwelling on what Chen Mo had said. His mind lingered on the word “time,” and his expression became increasingly enigmatic.