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The two of them stood there for a long time, staring at each other without saying much.
The atmosphere became a bit strange.
Ye Mu clenched his fists, looking down at the floor, seemingly struggling with his thoughts.
Chen Mo felt embarrassed, trying to cool himself down.
Facing each other, they fell into a mysterious silence.
The night was deep, and the world outside had long since fallen into slumber. The pitch-black sky was covered with thick clouds, as if it was about to rain.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Ye Mu finally broke the silence.
“It’s late, you should go back.”
Chen Mo looked up into his eyes, his lips moved, but he didn’t reply.
At this hour, Ye Mu was both physically and mentally exhausted, too tired to even lift a finger. “Do you want me to open the door and ask you to leave?”
Chen Mo lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice, “Can I take back what I said earlier?”
Ye Mu wouldn’t let him off, “I heard you clearly. You said you would never come looking for me again.”
Chen Mo’s face was grim. “That was just talk in the heat of the moment.”
Ye Mu remained indifferent, “It makes no difference. It all means the same thing.”
Chen Mo resented Ye Mu’s stubbornness and decided to be forceful, his expression turning cold. “What about that kiss you gave me earlier? Did you get my permission for that?”
Ye Mu frowned, gritting his teeth. “I was impulsive. Now, what do you want?”
Chen Mo’s gaze darkened, his profile sharp and resolute. “Let me kiss you back.”
Ye Mu looked into his eyes, firm and stubborn, and said, “Fine, but after that, let’s never contact or see each other again.”
Yes, that had been his plan from the beginning, and it hadn’t changed.
Chen Mo’s face clouded over, and after a moment of silence, he pulled Ye Mu into his arms and pressed his lips against his.
This kiss was different from the last. His actions were forceful and domineering, his grip harsh and urgent, fiercely sucking on Ye Mu’s soft, warm lips, invading like a whirlwind, as if trying to fuse him into his bones.
Ye Mu’s long, dark lashes trembled slightly, the heat between their lips making his heart waver, but he forced himself to resist.
Chen Mo’s hand moved to his cheek, his tongue tracing Ye Mu’s lips, probing into his slightly parted mouth, intertwining with his tongue. There was a deep, indescribable emotion in his expression.
They had kissed countless times before, but none had been as passionate as this one, filled with an undeniable, overwhelming love.
Even though no words were spoken, Ye Mu could feel Chen Mo’s love, his desire to be with him.
Ye Mu was almost swept away but struggled to maintain control.
“Have you had enough? Let go of me!” His eyes were misty, and the strands of hair on his forehead were disheveled. He tried to break free from Chen Mo’s grip but couldn’t.
Chen Mo ignored him, continuing to kiss him wildly, refusing to let go. “Not until you agree to get back together with me.”
Ye Mu was out of breath, his voice hoarse. “You don’t understand. I’m thirty years old.”
Chen Mo kissed him again, frowning as he spoke between kisses, “I really don’t understand. So what if you’re thirty?”
Ye Mu tried to pull away, his eyes slightly red, struggling to speak. “I’m thirty, but my life is still such a failure.”
Chen Mo bit down on his lip and sharply pointed out his true feelings, “Are you afraid that being with me will make it even more of a failure?”
Ye Mu couldn’t quite describe how he felt, but he said what was on his mind. “Yes, you’re always so immature, so unpredictable, doing things I can’t understand. Maybe you say you love me now, but who knows if you’ll change your mind later? I don’t trust you, Chen Mo. I just can’t accept it anymore.”
Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he pressed his forehead against Ye Mu’s, his eyes dim. “So, that’s what you think of me.”
Ye Mu silently looked at him, not saying a word.
Chen Mo’s voice was hoarse, “I admit I’m immature, temperamental, and jealous, but all of that started after I met you. You’re responsible for this, Ye Mu. You turned me into this.”
Ye Mu bit his lip silently. “If that’s the case, then you should be even more eager to leave me.”
Chen Mo felt like something was choking him, making it hard to breathe. “That’s just your perspective. I don’t see anything wrong with how I’ve become. On the contrary, it makes me feel like my life has more meaning now. What’s so bad about having something that makes you feel restless? Just because you’re afraid of getting hurt or failing, does that mean you should be a coward who doesn’t dare try anything?”
Ye Mu’s resolve wavered, but he lowered his gaze to hide it. “Don’t lecture me about life philosophies. Everyone has different goals and thoughts. Call me a coward if you want, but I just want a peaceful, uneventful life.”
Chen Mo suppressed the surge of sadness, “Fine, I won’t stop you from living a peaceful life, but don’t stop me from pursuing what I want. From now on, I won’t leave your side. I’ll stay until you believe in me.”
Ye Mu’s eyes struggled to focus. “Is it worth it?”
Chen Mo gently brushed his thumb over Ye Mu’s lips, resolute. “There’s no question of worth. Even if you hate me or push me away, I’ll follow my heart. And if it says it likes you, then I’m not going anywhere.”
Ye Mu looked at him deeply. “You’re just like I was eight years ago.”
Chen Mo gave a faint, bitter smile. “No difference. I guess I’ve fallen just as hard.”
Ye Mu stared at him closely, his vision blurring. “You idiot, you’re going to regret wasting your youth like this.”
Chen Mo nodded slightly, his voice firm. “Maybe, but I’m doing it willingly.”
Ye Mu struggled to contain his emotions, his eyes red. “And not just that, you might get hurt, lose your dignity.”
Chen Mo took a deep breath, his voice calm. “It’s okay.”
Ye Mu bit his lip hard, trying to convince him, his eyes bloodshot. “Besides all that, you’ll lose many things, including your family and friends.”
Chen Mo looked into his eyes, then leaned in and kissed him softly, his voice low and magnetic. “I know, but you’re so wonderful, how could I ever let go?”
This was probably the most touching thing Ye Mu had heard from him since they met.
Ye Mu bit his lip hard, his eyes burning, not knowing what to say, only able to respond bluntly, “You idiot.”
Chen Mo smiled, his black tank top making him look ruggedly handsome. “I’m not too fond of that nickname, but coming from you, it feels pretty good.”
Ye Mu tilted his head back, forcing his eyes open to keep the tears from falling. “D*mn, you must be sick.”
Chen Mo gently curled his lips, leaned down, and kissed him again.
Ye Mu looked up at him, neither dodging nor resisting. He wrapped his arms around Chen Mo’s waist and returned the kiss.
At that moment, the chains deep within his heart seemed to shatter, something rushed out like a flood, spreading everywhere, restoring his courage, making him no longer afraid.
Yes, even if he failed, so what? As long as this person was with him, he feared nothing. As long as Chen Mo was there, no matter how many times he fell, he could get back up.
As long as it was Chen Mo.
A voice echoed in his mind, repeating over and over. He wanted to be with this person, not just now, but forever.
Chen Mo turned his head slightly, holding him close, deepening the kiss.
Ye Mu closed his eyes, his breathing growing more rapid.
Almost involuntarily, his hand slipped under Chen Mo’s black tank top, feeling the firm, smooth muscles.
From his chest to his abdomen, his hand slid lower, reaching further.
Chen Mo initially didn’t notice, but when he realized his pants’ button was being undone, he suddenly snapped back to his senses and quickly grabbed Ye Mu’s restless hand, “What are you doing?”
Ye Mu remained silent, looking at him for two seconds with a blank expression.
Nothing much, just hinting that I want to get back together with you.
Chen Mo swallowed, taking a few steps back with difficulty, “Don’t cross the line. I don’t want to just casually sleep with you.”
At least not before they figured out if they could start over. He didn’t want to be hasty; it was a matter of respect and responsibility for both of them.
Ye Mu said nothing, his feelings too complicated to express. How emotionally dense could this man be?
Chen Mo stood there, looking down as he tugged at his pants, rebuttoning them. He spoke in a low voice, “It’s late. Go wash up and get some sleep.”
Ye Mu bit his lip, turning his head away from Chen Mo, “Do you really need me to spell it out?”
Chen Mo turned his face back, serious, “Stop thinking about it. I won’t agree. If you really can’t hold back, go to the bathroom and take care of it yourself.”
Ye Mu took a deep breath, looking intently into his eyes, “Chen Mo, are you brain-dead?”
