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Under the light, Ye Mu felt that the young man before him radiated a glow, making it hard to look away.
If only,
If only the first person he had met was Chen Mo.
Ye Mu’s eyes fell on him, and a trace of melancholy appeared on his face.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to misunderstand,” Chen Mo said, focusing intently on peeling the apple, his voice low and subdued.
Ye Mu moved his lips slightly. “Misunderstand what?”
Chen Mo glanced at him and replied in an ambiguous tone, “Misunderstand that I haven’t fed you well these past few days.”
Ye Mu, showing no emotion, retorted, “Can you think of something other than that all the time?”
Chen Mo smiled, his long and thick eyelashes fluttering. “What I think about is just cutting an apple for you.”
Ye Mu cast him a cold glance. “You know best what you’re thinking.”
Chen Mo grinned, offering an apple slice to him. “What’s wrong? Are you calling me a rogue now? I wonder who was so hungry last night.”
Ye Mu recalled the unfinished intimacy from last night and felt his face flush slightly. He couldn’t help but glare at Chen Mo. “That was because you pressed on my wound. I cried out because it hurt.”
Chen Mo snorted, putting the fruit in his mouth. “I said it wasn’t a good idea before, but you insisted.”
Ye Mu blushed slightly and muttered, “If you hadn’t been teasing me so much, I wouldn’t have lost control.”
Chen Mo sneered. “You couldn’t resist temptation yourself and now you’re blaming me.”
Ye Mu gave him a resentful look and bit his finger in retaliation.
He bit lightly, teasing with his lips, leaving a tingling sensation.
Chen Mo looked down at him, his black pupils deepening. He swallowed and said, “Stop messing around.”
Ye Mu released his lips, his tone slightly provocative. “Is that all the stamina you have?”
Chen Mo leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against Ye Mu’s ear, his voice magnetic. “I’m not worried about myself; I’m just afraid you’ll be begging me to continue.”
Ye Mu couldn’t stand his arrogant demeanor. “A bet?”
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. “What are we betting on?”
Ye Mu remained indifferent. “Anything.”
Chen Mo wrapped his arms around Ye Mu’s waist. “If I lose, don’t try to chase me away tonight.”
“Alright.” Ye Mu calmly tilted his head and lightly touched his lips.
A fleeting kiss, warm and comfortable.
Chen Mo squinted, then forcefully gripped Ye Mu’s chin, kissing him passionately.
Ye Mu wrapped his arms around Chen Mo’s neck, giving in completely.
Chen Mo aggressively kissed his soft lips, his smooth tongue sliding over Ye Mu’s slightly parted lips, entangling with his warm, wet tongue.
Ye Mu tilted his head back, his hair falling across his forehead. Soon, his fair face showed signs of desire.
Chen Mo closed his eyes, kissing down his neck to his prominent Adam’s apple, skillfully licking it. His fingers slowly slid under the sheets, touching him wantonly.
Ye Mu moaned softly, feeling increasingly heated as his skin turned red.
Chen Mo moved up, kissing his ear, his handsome features exuding a mix of allure and intimacy. He whispered, “Want more?”
Ye Mu’s eyes were misty, struggling to control himself. He breathed lightly, “Yes.”
Chen Mo’s lips curled into a slight smile. He turned to lie beside Ye Mu, pulling him close and gently kissing his cheek. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Ye Mu ignored him, leaning in to trace his lips with his tongue.
Their tightly pressed legs rubbed together through thin fabric, creating a subtle but intense sensation.
Chen Mo’s breathing grew uneven as he pulled Ye Mu close and kissed him fiercely.
Ye Mu’s chest heaved with rapid breaths. Biting Chen Mo’s lips, he demanded, “Do me.”
At that moment, he only wanted to release the weight on his heart through the frantic pleasure, to escape all his worries and forget the deep sins of his past.
Chen Mo’s brow furrowed as he said sternly, “Don’t be foolish. If your wound tears again, it’ll be worse. Let’s stop here for today; don’t overstep.”
Ye Mu fell silent, feeling a lump in his chest at those words, a suffocating pain.
This person was always like this—cold on the outside but so tender and considerate.
He wondered what he had done to deserve such kindness, especially after having committed such terrible acts in the past, imprisoning a teenager in darkness and suffering. Guilt surged within him, along with a sense of moral condemnation, making it impossible for him to overcome his own inner barriers.
Chen Mo looked at his reddened eyes and the tears welling up, his brows furrowing. “Ye Mu, is there something you want to tell me?”
Ye Mu controlled himself, wiping his face and rasping, “No, I don’t have anything to say to you.”
Chen Mo’s narrow eyes deepened slightly. “Really?”
Ye Mu took a deep breath. “It’s nothing, really. I just… I just think you’re quite good.”
Chen Mo embraced him, pressing him into his chest, his voice deep and soothing as he traced his Adam’s apple. “Then don’t cry. I don’t want to be someone who just makes you cry all the time.”
Ye Mu lowered his gaze, his eyelashes fluttering as he responded softly.
Chen Mo gently caressed his face, wiping away the remaining traces of tears. “If you have something to say, you must tell me. Don’t carry it alone. You’ve had it too hard; I don’t want you to suffer like before.”
Ye Mu pressed his lips together, thinking little of it, and simply replied, “Okay.”
Chen Mo’s face, as white as jade, showed a hint of relief. He gazed deeply at him and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
Ye Mu closed his eyes, feeling his warmth and gripping his fingers tightly.
In the cold night, his heart felt warm and oddly attached.
At that moment, he suddenly felt unworthy of Chen Mo.
***
Late into the night, when Yan Chen arrived at the old Ye family house, it was nearly 9 PM.
After ringing the doorbell, a familiar voice called out, “Who’s there?”
Ye Chun, holding a toy, danced around and called, “Grandpa, it’s me.”
Jiang Dongyuan, upon hearing the child’s voice, didn’t think much of it and opened the door. But upon seeing the man standing at the door, he was taken aback.
“What are you doing here!?” he reacted quickly, glaring at Yan Chen with clenched teeth.
Yan Chen lowered his gaze, his expression calm. “Hello, Uncle.”
Jiang Dongyuan spat, “Who’s your uncle!”
He then pulled Ye Chun inside and sharply asked, “What’s going on? Why are you with this person? Where is your little uncle?”
Ye Chun, frightened, stayed silent.
Yan Chen said calmly, “Ye Mu had something come up, so he asked me to bring her back.”
Jiang Dongyuan’s eyes turned red with anger as he glared at Yan Chen. “Don’t come here with your lies. My son said he would have nothing to do with you, this ingrate. How could he trust you to bring Ye Chun back?”
He took out his phone and made a call.
Yan Chen looked down at him, his voice low. “I mean no harm; I’m just bringing the child home.”
After a long time on the phone with no answer, Jiang Dongyuan scoffed and coldly told him, “Now that you’ve delivered her, you can leave.”
Yan Chen’s dark eyes were still, unfathomable. “Uncle, I want to go inside and take a look.”
He used to share a room with Ye Mu here, visiting occasionally during holidays. Today, he suddenly wanted to see it again.
Jiang Dongyuan furrowed his brows, his face showing rejection and disgust. He slammed the door shut.
Yan Chen stopped it with his elbow, holding the door frame.
Jiang Dongyuan was furious. “What do you mean by this?! Are you trying to force your way in in the middle of the night?!”
Yan Chen patiently said, “I just want to take a look inside.”
His words were clear and his face stern under the light, though his voice was quiet, it carried a strong presence.
Jiang Dongyuan, enraged, took a few steps back and grabbed a broom. “Get out of here. This isn’t a place where you can come and go as you please. If you don’t leave, I’ll make you regret it!”
Ye Juan, who had been washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the commotion and came out to see her husband shaking with anger, immediately stopping him. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Jiang Dongyuan waved her away and pointed the broom at Yan Chen. “Look at this ingrate showing up here. He’s come to make trouble. I’m going to teach him a lesson today and make him pay for ruining the Ye family!”
Ye Juan was also upset to see Yan Chen but was more concerned about her husband’s temper, fearing he might have another heart attack like last time. She quickly said to the man at the door, “We don’t welcome ungrateful people like you. Leave now!”
Yan Chen’s narrow phoenix eyes were cold and deep. “I was wrong in the past, but I will make amends in the future.”
Jiang Dongyuan, breathing heavily and glaring furiously, shouted, “D*mn it, who needs your compensation? I just want you out of my sight. Get out, right now!”
The winter wind was particularly cold that night, but Yan Chen remained still, standing there and staring at him. “I just want to see the room I used to share with him. I have no other intentions.”
Ye Juan, still calming Jiang Dongyuan’s chest, looked at Yan Chen with anger. “You want to see it? You were so ruthless back then. Now you want to come back? If you want to enter, you have to kneel and apologize. Bow to us three times!”
Yan Chen glanced at her with indifference. After a long silence of nearly fifteen minutes, he did not move.
Jiang Dongyuan, unable to tolerate more, thought of the Ye family’s century-old business being ruined, the family’s bankruptcy, and his own anger making him sick, and he went up and grabbed Yan Chen by the collar, slapping him twice.
“Slap, slap”
The slaps were crisp and decisive, full of anger and resolution.
Yan Chen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. His pale face turned red immediately, with a burning pain following.
If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he had ever been slapped in the face.
