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After closing the door, Ye Mu leaned back against the wall, looking utterly exhausted.
There was so much he wanted to say, but in the process of exposing someone else’s wounds, he ended up tormenting himself, appearing completely defeated.
Chen Mo had been quietly listening to their conversation from inside the room. At that moment, he didn’t ask any questions; he just walked over slowly, offering his shoulder for Ye Mu to lean on.
Ye Mu’s face was expressionless. After a long pause, he managed to pull a dry smile and asked, “Do you think less of me now?”
He felt so pitiful and shameful, having blindly entangled himself with someone he didn’t love for so many years. He had lost his dignity, his youth, and so much more that mattered.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, his tightly pressed lips revealing a sharp edge. “I do. You acted pathetically.”
Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids and gave a bitter laugh.
Chen Mo’s long, slender fingers caressed his cheek. After a moment of silence, he added, “But I don’t have the right to judge you. Love is complicated.”
Ye Mu looked up at the sharp, handsome contour of his chin and bit his lip, saying, “It’s rare to hear such mature and restrained words from you.”
Chen Mo pulled his lips into a slight smirk, his voice low and steady, with a comforting warmth. “I’ve always been this way. You just didn’t notice.”
Ye Mu looked at him, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips couldn’t help but curve slightly. “Could you be any more shameless?”
Chen Mo’s expression remained indifferent. His young, handsome face bore a hint of defiance. “Of course I can.”
Ye Mu felt a little puzzled. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed that Chen Mo’s fingers had already slipped inside his shirt.
Chen Mo leaned in, pressing their lower bodies together, teasingly rubbing against him a few times. His deep, magnetic voice murmured, “Tonight, I’ll make you feel something different.”
He was wearing only a black tank top, revealing his lean, toned abs and taut waist, with smooth, attractive lines that exuded raw masculinity.
Ye Mu knew Chen Mo was trying to distract him, but he didn’t want to force himself. “I’m tired.”
Chen Mo ran his hand through Ye Mu’s soft hair a few times. “You’re really a buzzkill.”
Although his words were reprimanding, there was a hint of affection in his tone, which unexpectedly put Ye Mu at ease.
When did this man start learning to respect others?
Ye Mu lightly pursed his lips, his throat moving as he silently tilted his head back and placed a soft kiss on Chen Mo’s lips.
The touch was gentle, as comforting as a feather.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes at him, his gaze deepening, and his heartbeat unknowingly quickened. His voice turned hoarse. “What, are you not tired anymore?”
He had just been playfully teasing, but Ye Mu’s sudden act of seduction made it hard for him to control himself.
Ye Mu’s expression remained calm as he said, “No, just comforting you.”
Chen Mo’s face darkened, and whatever desire he had quickly extinguished. He turned and walked away.
Ye Mu watched him leave and couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you going?”
Chen Mo replied with a touch of self-deprecation, “To take a cold shower.”
Whenever he was around this person, his self-control really wasn’t that great.
Recently, the weather in Shanghai had turned colder. Worried that Chen Mo might catch a cold, Ye Mu followed him without a second thought. “Don’t be silly; you’ll catch a cold.”
“Stop worrying. It has nothing to do with you.” Chen Mo stripped off all his clothes and indifferently turned on the shower.
Ye Mu felt a bit helpless. Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly pinned against the wall.
Chen Mo reached out, forcefully grabbing his chin, and without another word, kissed him hard. “Penta Kill.”
He spoke as his fingers deftly undid Ye Mu’s pants, quickly igniting flames all over his body.
Ye Mu let out a muffled groan, his skin turning red and hot. He couldn’t help but curse under his breath, “Chen Mo, you b*stard.”
Chen Mo’s lips curved into a smirk, and he replied recklessly, “Running into trouble and whining about being tired—who has time to coddle you every day?”
He kissed his way up Ye Mu’s neck, skillfully licking his Adam’s apple.
Ye Mu’s eyes grew misty, and he found it hard to control himself. Panting softly, he said, “I finally understand why you kept getting dumped before.”
Chen Mo moved up to his ear, his handsome features bathed in an intimate light. He asked in a low voice, “Why?”
Ye Mu’s chest heaved violently as he vented his frustration. “Because you don’t know how to be considerate. Can’t you tell I don’t want to do this?”
He tilted his head back, his tousled hair falling over his forehead. His pale skin was flushed with desire, and his claim was clearly a lie.
Chen Mo traced the line of his lips with his own, gently outlining them with his tongue. He chuckled softly, “Why do you look so hungry, then?”
Ye Mu, refusing to back down, bit down on the tongue that had slipped into his mouth. But the movement of Chen Mo’s body below quickly turned the bite into a moan.
Chen Mo looked at him, his eyes filled with deep affection, and lowered his head to kiss Ye Mu’s soft lips.
Their tense legs rubbed against each other through thin layers of fabric, igniting a tantalizing pleasure.
Ye Mu’s breath hitched, his gaze growing more dazed until he was completely lost in the moment.
As they held each other close, the exhaustion that had weighed on Ye Mu’s body suddenly dissipated, replaced by a strange and irresistible feeling.
Though it was difficult to define what that feeling was, the continuous rush of hormones made it clear that it was something akin to love.
In that small space, their souls intertwined, and neither wanted to let the other go.
Later, as they lay sweating on the bed, Chen Mo held Ye Mu tightly in his arms and whispered, “Ye Mu, stop thinking about all those messy things from the past. Just remember that you have me now.”
Ye Mu buried his face in Chen Mo’s warm neck, his expression cold as he mocked him, “Sure, especially since you’re an expert at being a scoundrel and have honed your skills in bed to perfection.”
Chen Mo ground his teeth in frustration, gripping Ye Mu’s chin firmly. “That’s not what I meant.”
Ye Mu lowered his thin eyelids. “Then what did you mean?”
Chen Mo swallowed, struggling to find the right words. After wrestling with his thoughts for a while, he finally blurted out, “You know what I mean.”
Ye Mu pulled at the corner of his lips and deliberately made things difficult for him. “I don’t understand.”
Chen Mo clicked his tongue, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain further.
Ye Mu didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, but most of it was the kind of talk that would make someone feel embarrassed or ashamed.
However, Chen Mo didn’t seem to mind, holding him close and continuing to speak softly.
Ye Mu waited all night, but Chen Mo never brought up that night at the bar or asked him about who he had been infatuated with at the time.
As he drifted off to sleep in his exhaustion, he had the urge to tell him that it was just a stranger, a mere passerby in his life.
No matter how deeply he had once been moved, it couldn’t compare to the unforgettable impression that Chen Mo had left on him.
He thought to himself, I think I like you, more than any scenery I’ve ever seen in my life.
…
The lights in the room quietly went out amidst the silence, and a gentle breeze brushed across his cheek, carrying a faintly sweet scent.
The night was thick, and the man stood silently in the darkness. His face was as stern as ever, but it was tinged with a deep sadness.
The shattered alcohol bottle on the ground exuded a rich grape aroma, a scent he used to love. But now, with every breath he took, his heart twisted with a pain so intense it felt like he was dying.
When he had only a faint glimmer of hope left, that person had dealt him the most devastating blow.
Blood and flesh torn, the bullet pierced through his body, leaving a wound so ugly and so heartbreaking that it made one want to cry.
As time passed, the scene from the dormitory nine years ago suddenly flashed before his eyes.
On that scorching afternoon, the young man had lightly knocked on the door and walked in.
“Hello, my name is Ye Mu.” His voice was clear, pure like spring water.
In the sunlight, the young man smiled, elegant and tall, his aura leaving a lasting impression.
Perhaps, it was from that moment that time had buried him deep within his heart.
Unfortunately, back then, he didn’t understand what love was, nor did he understand what pain was. He only knew how to recklessly squander it.
It wasn’t until the story reached its end that he finally understood what it meant to miss out.
—The End—
