Chapter 603

d; to him, it amounted to nothing significant. Even if they had embraced passionately and intimately, in his mind, it meant little.He didn't say a word, which made Ren Warm feel sad. At the same time,...Chapter 603

Warming shivered, feeling goosebumps. Ye Feimo looked at her extremely innocently and grinned in a lecherous manner, "Honey, what's wrong with you"

"You've even seen Mo Yao's body Talking about it like this is so vividly erotic... It really makes me..." Warming seemed to be searching for an adjective to describe her feelings but couldn't find a fitting one. Ye Feimo said seriously, "Honey, my loyalty to you can be proven by heaven and earth. Actually, describing something as vividly erotic is simple; just look at my figure and give a description based on what you see. It's foolproof."

Warming was drenched in sweat—could he really be more shameless and self-centered

Thinking about his recent description, she felt her mouth go dry and added with great conviction... "I think you're a narcissist. Even funnier is that I believe everything you said is correct."

Ye Feimo burst into laughter; it was something to be proud of for a man's good physique to receive praise from his woman.

Warming smiled and said, "Oh, being pregnant with a little treasure suddenly made me hear such words. I feel that my husband isn't interested in this at all—it's really making me very concerned..."

Ye Feimo was speechless...

Moxiaobai's eyes were wide open when she saw her brother come out—Mo Yao had just taken a bath on such a hot day, and he was shirtless with bandages covering his wounds. He wore white long pants, and water dripped from his hair. As he wiped his head, his muscles moved in beautiful arcs; he wasn't the type of man with exaggerated muscle bulk, but rather, his chest and abdominal muscles were slightly protruding, giving off a healthy and rugged beauty that seemed full of strength. It was an attractive look for men to appreciate. Water droplets slid down his muscled body like precious stones, slowly blending into his long pants. She suddenly felt the urge to continue watching him.

His slender neck, beautiful collarbone, well-toned physique, and straight legs—what Ye Feimo said was indeed right; their brother was a rare man who stood tall and straight like a spear, astonishingly so.

Moxiao White was stunned. Ye Fei Mo was describing the boss's body to him, yet what he saw before his eyes was so vivid and sensual that it seemed as if Mo Yao had stepped out of Ye Fei Mo’s description. For a moment, Moxiao White felt his heart skip several beats, pulsating intensely.

Mo Yao frowned, "Who are you talking to on the phone"

His voice was like an ice arrow that pierced directly into Moxiao White's heart, instantly cooling him down. His eyes narrowed in a curse directed at Ye Fei Mo as he instinctively ended the call and nearly threw his phone away.

Too humiliating, too embarrassing...

It was so humiliating to find himself captivated by the image of the boss's body.

Uncomfortably, Moxiao White averted Mo Yao’s gaze. This experience was strange; being told by one man that another man likes him and encouraging him to conquer this man, providing both mental and physical stimulation, while the object of his desire conveniently appeared in his line of sight.

Moxiao White felt he must be going mad.

His ears burned with embarrassment, turning red. He dared not look into Mo Yao’s eyes or at Mo Yao's body, but Ye Fei Mo's description kept stimulating his senses as if possessing magical powers.

This was a torturous ordeal for Moxiao White.

The dual torment of both body and mind left him feeling helpless, unsure of how to face his leader.

His body felt as if it had been injected with a surge of heat. Moyue bemoaned, "Cousin Xiao Ge, I hate you! Must you torture me like this" He regretted provoking Ye Feimo.

He was filled with remorse.

Moyao sat down, clearly sensing the sandalwood scent on him. This was the familiar fragrance of his usual shower gel, which had a crisp undertone that closely resembled his own scent. Moyue noticed he almost wanted to leave this bed.

But leaving now seemed even more undignified.

He couldn’t appear so disheveled in front of the leader.

Moyao unwrapped the bandages and applied medicine from beside him. Moyue stole a glance, his face suddenly heating up; his chest was entirely exposed, with bullet wound marks that had scarred several times over, healing slowly, leaving a faint reddish hue. His pectoral muscles were slightly raised, exuding strength in every movement, while the light-colored navel seemed particularly cute.

“Ah! Pah-pah-pah!” Moyue, you rogue, what are you thinking That’s your brother!

Moyue felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a voice behind him was mocking him for his hypocrisy and self-deception. He didn’t know what else this voice found to ridicule but felt both physically and mentally distressed. Hastily, almost shamefully, he turned away, unable to look at Moyao’s fit form, fearing the sensation it evoked.

I hadn’t thought much of it before, but after this phone call, I felt as though someone had shackled me both physically and mentally. Mo Baixue was furious yet couldn’t help wondering what if this man wasn’t his brother...

What would happen then

And even if something did happen, so what Mo Baixue’s mind was in turmoil; he performed an act that even he thought was foolish. He suddenly lay down and pulled the blanket over himself, covering his face.

Moyao looked at him strangely for a moment and saw a lump under the blankets. He wondered who had provoked Baiwei

How long had it been since he last acted so immaturely

Baixue had developed a habit of retreating into his blanket, or rather darkness, when faced with confusing problems; it was as if darkness helped him think. But the temptation brought on by the dark at this moment nearly caused Mo Baixue’s sense of shame to collapse.

They had shared a bed for days, and he felt that the sheets were filled with his big brother's scent. It seemed to be everywhere, enveloping and suffocating him. He was repulsed by it yet couldn’t help but breathe in...

He thought he was going mad.

"Baiwei, what’s wrong" Mo Yao asked, unable to resist lifting his head and patting the lump under the blanket. Mo Baixue squirmed slightly inside the blankets, mumbled, "Leave me alone."ang was talking about, but she knew that it was a compliment. The little one was particularly happy and delighted, jumping vigorously on Wu Shuang's legs and clapping continuously.Rong Yan said, "Ther...