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face, and being overweight. He was also short, barely reaching 170cm. Wenwen sighed beside her, wondering why wealthy people always seemed to have such appearancesRich people With this kind of behav..."Little one, you're not being good," Mo Xiaobai said. "I told you not to take pictures of my beautiful girl. She wouldn't be as confident seeing herself compared to me."

Mo Yao blushed, the little girl hesitated for a moment, then silently handed a photo to Mo Xiaobai, and then very innocently said that there was no film.

That's a photo that Mo Xiaobai was very satisfied with.

Mo Xiaobai was signing beside him, Mo Yao watched him from the side. He liked Mo Yao's expression at this moment, with a touch of warmth and doting in his seriousness, just like before, his gaze seemed as if he were his only light.

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The joyful atmosphere lasted until after 3 am. Mo Xiaobai had finished his drinks, signed his name, and was lazily lying on the sofa resting. Young men and women were still dancing energetically, but the music in the dance floor changed. Everyone paired up to dance tango. Men without female partners danced with other men as well. They didn't know that men dancing tango with each other could be so beautiful.

Tonight is the night for tango.

Mo Xiaobai was drunk, his head felt dizzy, and he lay limply on the sofa pretending to be dead. His gaze was faintly fixed on Mo Yao. He openly leaned against Mo Yao's thigh and slept. Mo Yao thought for a moment, then patted his face.

"Drunk"

"Not drunk!" Mo Xiaobai chuckled, her phoenix eyes half-open and half-closed, their light rippling like waves. They were extraordinarily beautiful, like the most exquisite amber, making Mo Yao's heart skip a beat and his chest soften.

"Go back when you're drunk." Mo Yao said, Mo Xiaobai slowly straightened up and yawned politely, finally satisfied. Mo Yao took him out of the bar, he had been drinking, so he couldn't drive. Mo Yao threw him onto the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt for him.

He had a very good memory. Although he had only been there once, he remembered Mo's address. It only took him a few minutes to drive from the bar to his place. Soon enough, they arrived. Mo Xiaobai's flamboyant sports car screeched to a halt outside the castle gates. Red lights swept across the car, confirming safety. The gate opened, and Mo Yao couldn't help but admire it; truly modern design, no need for bodyguards.

It's Mo Yuan and Mo Xiaobai, they are safe.

"We're home." Mo Yao unbuckled her seatbelt. Mo Xiaobai was sleeping soundly, like a dead pig, with a silly smile on his lips. Mo Yao sighed and helped him unbuckle his seatbelt.

Mo Xiaobai opened her eyes and exclaimed, "Brother, brother, I like you so much..."

After saying that, Xiong Bao came over and gave Mo Yao a tight hug. Mo Yao felt awkward. This man reeked of alcohol, which made him uncomfortable. However, he didn't hold it against a drunk man. Mo Xiaobai was rubbing against him. Mo Yao said, "Let me drive the car. You go upstairs yourself."

Mo Yao pulled Mo Xiaobai out of the car and went back in. As soon as he started the engine, he heard a thump. Mo Yao looked and saw no one, so he hurriedly opened the door. Mo Xiaobai fell headfirst into the bushes and didn't move.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, and the moonlight bathed everything in a cool glow. Mo Yao watched the man standing motionless amidst the flowers, a sudden pang of sympathy washing over him. He quickly pulled the man up. Mo Xiaobai rubbed his forehead in confusion, "Huh, is it already dark"

Mo Yao helplessly, could only half-carry him up, "Where's your room"

Mo Xiaobai was so happy that he almost danced, pointing upstairs. Mo Yao helped him up the stairs. Mo Chen, Wu Shuang, Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan were all asleep. After four o'clock in the morning is when people sleep most soundly.

And their rooms were far apart, so they didn't hear any noise.

Mo Yao was coming to Mo Xiaobai's room for the first time. Mo Xiaobai was still half-asleep and pointed in the wrong direction, but when the light turned on, Mo Yao felt a little embarrassed. The room's design style was similar to his own, except that there were many photos hanging on the walls, some of him and some of himself, and there were also many hanging on the bedside table. At first glance, it seemed quite heartbreaking. Did he rely on these photos to get through this past year

Mo Xiaobai touched his comfortable bed and pounced on it, not even taking off his shoes. He hugged the sheets and rolled around. Mo Yao couldn't bear to watch and helped him take off his shoes, patting his head, "Go wash up in the bathroom before you sleep."

"Don't!" Mo Xiaobai's voice was a little mumbled and childish, he even started singing a nursery rhyme. Mo Yao couldn't help but laugh and cry, it seemed he was truly drunk, otherwise how could he sing such a childish nursery rhyme.

"Bro, does it sound good"

"That sounds good!" Mo Yao said, however, he sang English love songs best. And at that time, he was the most beautiful, truly like a prince walking out of a fairytale, breathtakingly handsome.

Mo Xiaobai was overjoyed. Mo Yao said, "Go take a bath and go to sleep."

Mo Xiaobai sat up and suddenly pounced forward, hugging Mo Yao from behind. “I want to sleep with my older brother.”

"Drunken all over, get up." Mo Yao patted his head. Mo Xiaobai was coquettish and refused to get up. His face was burning hot, pressed against Mo Yao's skin, as if it also infected him with a bit of heat.

This bastard is really taking things too far. Mo Xiaobai has started kissing his neck, earlobe, and the unusual high temperature made Moyao's body feel a little soft. Mo Xiaobai knelt behind him, holding his chest with both hands, his kisses were not ambiguous at all.

Mò Yuǎn's heart was in turmoil, such intimacy, from when did it become so natural

He can't just let Mo Xiaobai continue like this, otherwise he'll really fall.

Mo Yao gripped Mo Xiaobai's mischievous hand, saying in a low voice, "Stop it, or I'll be angry."

Mo Xiaobai immediately stopped when he heard that, obediently remaining still. His eyes, slightly drunk, were filled with a layer of mist, making them even more alluring. His gaze held a hint of nobility, like that of a noble youth from a bygone era. When looking at Mo Yao, his eyes were both hazy and pitiful, noble yet fragile, making one want to offer all their treasures before him, just to see him happy. He seemed to feel even more strongly that refusing Mo Xiaobai's request was wrong.

"Brother, are you angry"

Mo Yao didn't know how to answer him, so she put on a stern face and said, "Yes, I'm angry."

Mo Xiaobai scratched his head in frustration, seemingly unable to explain why he was angry with Mo Yao. Mo Yao thought he had finally understood, but who knew that Mo Xiaobai suddenly pounced on him and threw him onto the bed, grinning and saying, "It's okay to be angry, anyway, brother won't be angry with me for long…"

"Damn it, get up." Mo Yao felt uncomfortable being held down like this. His body stiffened, and he couldn't help but think of the chaotic and passionate events at the hotel that day. Mo Xiaobai licked his lower lip, "Brother, do you want me" of her.He has lost a lot of weight, even thinner than before he got married.People seemed drained, as if they'd been through a massive upheaval, leaving them feeling utterly depleted. But their eyes....