Chapter 619

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He felt that he had said enough, and it was now Mo Yao's turn to speak, which seemed fair.

But the concept of fairness didn't exist in Mo Yao’s dictionary. He didn’t want to talk about Little White with others. This person whom he loved yet hated; it wasn't just love and hate, but rather his love far outweighed his hatred, always making him feel lost and anxious.

Bai Liu saw that he wouldn't speak up, so he didn’t force the matter and simply said, "You're being petty."

Mo Yao thought to himself, “Yeah, maybe I am being petty.”

But he truly didn't want to share Little White with others. Such a great person, even though there were many things about him that Mo Yao wasn’t satisfied with and knew of his shortcomings, in his eyes, Little White was still wonderful.

He wished he could carry him in his pocket and not share him with anyone else, preventing them from seeing the latest updates.

The irony was that he was many people's dream lover.

Bai Liu didn't insist; he wasn’t someone who liked to talk about personal matters. If Mo Yao didn’t want to talk, then he wouldn’t either. Under the scorching sun, Mo Yao accompanied him in silence as he painted until both of them were hungry and his painting was still unfinished, but their stomachs couldn’t wait any longer. They found a nearby restaurant. Bai Liu wasn't picky about food, so they chose a mid-range restaurant. Mo Yao had seafood while Bai Liu had steak; the food was good and tasted delicious. Neither of them drank alcohol, and their eating habits were quite similar.

After lunch, Bai Liu returned to his original spot to continue painting. Mo Yao thought that his interest was unique—there were many ways he could paint this arena without coming here himself. But Bai Liu said that seeing it firsthand would give the painting a sense of depth and make it more vivid.

Mo Yao didn’t understand but didn't say anything else.

Bai Liu told him, "If you feel bored, go for a walk yourself; I might need another two hours."

"I’m not bored," Mo Yao replied.

In truth, he wasn’t. He had endured several hours in both desert and snow-covered landscapes where there was no sound at all, but being able to look at someone beautiful for a few hours and have someone to talk to made him feel anything but bored. Both of them were capable of enduring solitude, so Bai Liu simply smiled without urging him to leave.

At three in the afternoon, Bai Liu finally finished his painting. He only painted part of the arena with simple sketches that felt real and substantial. His drawing skills had always been excellent, but Mo Yao thought there was something missing. It was undeniable that Bai Liu was a great artist, born to be one; everything under his brush came alive on paper. This grand building was no exception. With his sharp eyesight, Mo Yao judged it to be an excellent painting. But if he were a collector, he probably wouldn’t collect it for some reason he couldn't articulate.

"You're not satisfied" Bai Liu asked.

“Your painting is very good,” Mo Yao said. Bai Liu looked at him earnestly, "But you’re still not satisfied."

He seemed rather stubborn, very much so. As Mu Yao looked at his earnest little face, he merely said calmly, "Whether I am satisfied or not is not important. You are not painting to please me but yourself."

Bai Liu's dark eyes flashed with a strange expression as the corners of his lips curved slightly. "I have this flaw: if someone is unsatisfied with my work, then I cannot be satisfied either."

Mu Yao said, "I also have a flaw; I am unsatisfied with almost everything in this world. So would you let your own pride and acclaimed work fall short because of my quirks This has no meaning."

Mu Yao looked up at the sky and said calmly, "In this world, it is meaningless whether someone is satisfied or dissatisfied with another person. If one can be satisfied with oneself, that's all good; only when you are contented will your conscience be clear, and when you stand up, everyone will be satisfied."

The words were profound. Bai Liu merely pursed his lips without saying anything more. Perhaps it was because he himself was too stubborn.

Mu Yao looked at his painting and said, "Really, it's quite good."

Bai Liu breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Yao thought to himself that Bai Liu was someone with an obsessive perfectionism; he was a thorough perfectionist, meticulous in dressing up and impeccable in manners and speech. He demanded high standards for his paintings as well, wanting to please many people. But what he did not know was that it would be enough if he pleased only himself.

Living your life for others is too tiring.

These past decades, he had been exhausted like a dog gasping for breath. What was most fatal was that he willingly accepted it; this was truly the crux of the matter.

Living for oneself felt much lighter.

"You really are an unusual person," Bai Liu said. Mu Yao smiled faintly, never denying it.

In the afternoon sun, he looked up at the sky; golden sunlight cast a thin halo around his face. Bai Liu squinted and from this angle, Mu Yao’s side profile was perfect in a way that seemed almost unbelievable. His lashes were long but not curled; they appeared stiff as he closed his eyes like a fan covering half of his face; when he slowly opened them, the fan-like shape covered his sharp eyes.

His skin wasn’t particularly fair and healthy; it had a tinge of bronze. He had an elegant neck and sexy Adam’s apple; the lines were graceful as he tilted his head back. Mu Yao was tall, slim and straight; Bai Liu thought that for someone of this height, his weight must be below standard. But there was nothing frail about him—on the contrary, he exuded strength. He and Mu Yao were of the same kind...

Bai Liu had met more people than Mu Yao, but in his circles, only a few shared the same type as Mu Yao. Bai Liu thought that someone like Mu Yao was most capable of stirring their emotions.

This man was simply too perfect.

He had no flaws whatsoever; the only drawback was that he was too quiet and spoke little. But for a man, this wasn't necessarily a flaw—Bai Liu himself was also someone who valued silence above all else. So Bai Liu thought he was perfect.

For these few days, he couldn’t find any flaws in Mu Yao.

Muo Chen said that he liked a man, but the man preferred women and wasn't interested in him. Muo Chen thought to himself, such a type of person could be attractive regardless of gender, yet there were people who let go—how unsavvy.

Indeed, lacking discernment.

In this world, there are plenty of people who lack discernment. Muo Yao's personality is undoubtedly that of a loyal lover; with his love, one would have a warm harbor for life.

"What are you looking at" Muo Yao suddenly turned around. He had long noticed Bai Liu's gaze and was highly sensitive to others' attention. Allowing Bai Liu to continue observing was meant to understand what he was thinking, but the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable Muo Yao felt.

Bai Liu remained calm, saying, "You're really handsome."

Muo Yao's ears turned red suddenly; his ears were very sensitive. Usually before his face would flush, his ears would turn red first. Who could look at another man as he was doing and then calmly say something like, "I'm captivated by your beauty" if discovered

No one can do that without feeling a bit embarrassed.

Yet Bai Liu showed no discomfort; his face remained unchanged, speaking the truth, "I've never seen a more handsome man than you."

"That's because you haven't seen much of the world," Muo Yao said coolly. There were plenty who looked better than him—Sulman in Riyadh was still considered quite beautiful. Time hadn't seemed to age her at all, and the Su family members generally appeared very young and graceful.

There's also Little White…

Little White is much more attractive than me.

"Perhaps!" Bai Liu didn’t deny this point, bowing his head with a faint smile.

Muo Yao liked people he could read straight away—there were no secrets around him. He disliked those who were hard to grasp or control, which is why he liked Bai Liu; Bai Liu was an open book of a man.

He never lied, and this aspect Muo Yao really appreciated.

Though there was some mystery about him, it didn't hinder his liking for the person. It's like the wind—when it blows by you feel comfortable, but you know that wind is free and unpredictable.

Muo Yao patted Bai Liu on the shoulder, "Let’s go!"

Bai Liu was taken aback, nodded his head, packed up, and followed him out.

It was still early, and Mo Yao took him on a tour of Rome. Bai Liu spoke more than before, as if he had suddenly transformed from a gentle yet introverted youth into an adorable and youthful one.

Mo Yao felt surprised but wasn't bothered by the change. Bai Liu indeed lived up to the saying "as quiet as a maiden when still, as swift as a hare when moving." His many questions were about the buildings in Rome— their stories and origins. Mo Yao, being a local, naturally explained them one by one. Sometimes Bai Liu would laugh, prompting a slight curve at the corners of Mo Yao's mouth. The two of them felt like tourists exploring the city.

Bai Liu thought that Mo Yao was an excellent guide and felt that staying in the Mo Castle was worthwhile.

Mo Yao took him to places unknown to outsiders, places he knew would delight Bai Liu.

They had dinner outside. Afterward, Bai Liu said, "I want to have a drink."

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "I never drink."

Bai Liu replied, "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

This posed a dilemma for Mo Yao as almost no one in their family drank. He and Mo Jue abstained from alcohol completely; Mo Chen and Xiao Bai only had it occasionally, while Mo Ye would have some on rare occasions. The drinks at home were mostly decorative.

"Where do you want to drink"

"Let's find a bar," said Bai Liu as he checked his watch, "There's still plenty of time."

Morning had taken over all Mafia-related matters. They could return early, but Mo Yao thought for a moment and said, "Alright."

He took Bai Liu to a bar that Xiao Bai often visited, but Bai Liu immediately refused when he saw it and asked, "Is there any gay bar"

Mo Yao was taken aback and frowned slightly. In his mind, such places were chaotic—unsuitable for someone as clean-cut and innocent-looking as Bai Liu. His instinctive response was to refuse but noticed how pure and sincere Bai Liu's gaze was.

"I am a gay man; is it strange that I want to go to a gay bar" asked Bai Liu.

Mo Yao replied, "It's not strange."

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