When Yu Qiuchi woke up the next day, his head felt like it was about to explode, and his whole body felt uncomfortable... He had a bit of a memory lapse. He pursed his lips and looked around. It seemed like he was in a hotel.
How did he get into the hotel?
Yu Qiuchi's mind was buzzing. She quickly checked her clothes... Her pajamas were on neatly, and there was nothing seriously wrong...
etc!
pajamas!
Something terrible seems to have happened!
Yu Qiuchi narrowed her eyes slightly, only remembering that she seemed to have met Mo Weiyun at a bar last night?
And then… and then…
Yu Qiuchi felt that what happened next was not important, since it was Mo Weiyun, and he absolutely trusted him.
Just as Yu Qiuchi snapped out of her reverie, the bathroom door opened, and Mo Weiyun emerged from inside, dressed in a bathrobe. With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, especially the faintly visible abs, Yu Qiuchi's already sluggish mind became even more dull.
He looked toward the sound of the door opening, his ears instantly turning slightly red, and he immediately turned his face away.
As Mo Weiyun approached, Yu Qiuchi could feel the cold air rushing towards her. She first shivered from the cold, and then felt a surge of anger in her heart—taking a cold shower so early in the morning, was she trying to get sick?
"Did you black out?" Mo Weiyun's voice was a little hoarse. His fingertips were slightly cool as he gently but firmly pinched Yu Qiuchi's cheek, turning her towards him.
As the cool sensation crept up his cheek and into his body, Yu Qiuchi's muddled mind finally cleared... They kissed last night, and his brother was stronger... Most importantly, it was so erotic...
That was his first kiss! Yu Qiuchi blushed uncontrollably.
Mo Weiyun chuckled softly, his fingers caressing Yu Qiuchi's lips, adding a touch of color to her already rosy lips.
"You remember now?"
Yu Qiuchi responded sullenly, then acted like a quail. Mo Weiyun hugged Yu Qiuchi, buried his head in Yu Qiuchi's neck, and couldn't hide his deep laughter.
On the way home, Yu Qiuchi looked at the man working beside her and shrank back uncomfortably. So... what kind of relationship do they have now?
...Are they a couple, or are they neither?
Mo Weiyun could certainly sense Yu Qiuchi's subtle movements. His eyes darkened as he put down the notebook and said, "Come here."
Mo Weiyun had been in power for a long time, and the oppressive aura he exuded was so strong that even just looking at him made one feel a strong sense of pressure. Yu Qiuchi's eyes were no longer filtered with the tenderness of her brother; only the feeling from last night remained...
Yu Qiuchi did not move. Last night, he was only momentarily overwhelmed by a sense of immorality, and was more surprised and angry.
Now that he's had a good sleep, all that's left is excitement and amusement. But if we're really talking about it, he and Mo Weiyun really don't have any... relationship.
He was observing; he wanted to see what Mo Weiyun would do...
Mo Weiyun assumed Yu Qiuchi was afraid of him. He put his arm around Yu Qiuchi's waist and pulled him onto his lap, then lowered his head to kiss the tip of Yu Qiuchi's ear: "Isn't this nice? Being able to... be closer than brothers in bed..."
Yu Qiuchi's head exploded... He had to admit that what Mo Weiyun said was very tempting. He selfishly used that little bit of remaining... to tie him down. After his father's death, he used that bit of grief to torment Mo Weiyun for three years.
But under the guise of... there will always be other people between him and Mo Weiyun... Yu Qiuchi doesn't understand love, but he just can't leave Mo Weiyun. He needs to re-evaluate Mo Weiyun's status and the relationship between the two of them.
He listened to Mo Weiyun's words... and shamefully, he was moved. He thought maliciously that Mo Weiyun had provoked him first, and in the end, it had nothing to do with him.
Yu Qiuchi concealed the emotions in her eyes, looking up with only struggle in her eyes: "Then what did you say that night..."
He didn't finish his sentence, as if he dared not ask further, and instead asked in a different phrasing: "How many people have you liked..."
Mo Weiyun felt somewhat helpless. So, all these days, was it because of the argument that night?
Does this prove that she still has feelings for him...?
He was in a great mood. He lowered his head and gently pinched the soft flesh on the back of Yu Qiuchi's neck, coaxing her, "That night it was you, and only you."
Yu Qiuchi remained silent: "When?"
Mo Weiyun did not answer. He just stared at Yu Qiuchi quietly, the darkness in his eyes seeming to devour him. This gaze was unfamiliar yet made Yu Qiuchi's soul tremble with excitement.
His intuition told him that a long, long time ago, he quickly recalled something that seemed to have happened when he was a teenager—the first time Mo Weiyun had lost her temper with him.
Because his mother was upset about the lipstick stain on his father's shirt after his socializing, he argued with his father and went to that bar to order the same thing his father had ordered... just to disgust his father, but all he got in return was a curt reply: "You're still young, don't take what happens outside too seriously."
He was angry and aggrieved at the time and didn't know how to express his grievances, so he went to his older brother who was in college.
Who knew that when Mo Weiyun smelled the cigarette and alcohol on him, she suddenly changed her expression and scolded him for not studying properly... She ignored him for several days afterward.
It seems there are clues to be found.
At that moment, Mo Weiyun only felt like a beast... As Yu Qiuchi entered his arms and smelled his scent, he shamefully...
He was terrified yet excited. He blamed Yu Qiuchi for going out and fooling around... but he couldn't bring himself to imprison him or force himself on him.
At first, he was still inexperienced and struggled internally, but the deaths of Mo Jiu and Mr. Yu were too smooth, almost like a blessing from heaven! This further fueled his ambition.
He deceived Yu Qiuchi, using the excuse of unforgettable grief to isolate him from the outside world for three years.
However, it remains unknown who imprisoned whom.
“But pursuing someone should start with a confession of love with a bouquet of flowers…” Yu Qiuchi’s eyes were pure, as if it were just an insignificant question.
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