Mo Weiyun's breath hitched, his eyes turning bloodshot.
He gently raised his fingers, wanting to touch Yu Qiuchi's cheek, but when he saw the indifference in Yu Qiuchi's eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly.
But he was always assertive and wouldn't allow himself to be timid. He compulsively wanted to embrace Yu Qiuchi and forcefully kiss him, expressing his desire in the most intimate way.
“Mo Weiyun, you know what I hate most…” Yu Qiuchi slapped Mo Weiyun’s hand away; he looked extremely abnormal.
"Then why did you do this... why did you do this?" Yu Qiuchi seemed to be murmuring, or perhaps questioning Mo Weiyun.
He grabbed Mo Weiyun's hair and forced him to lower his head. When they met eyes, he could see that Mo Weiyun's eyes were very deep, like dark ink or an abyss, as if he were pleading for something.
"Brother, do you know how really bad you are... I hate you so much..." Yu Qiuchi's tone softened slowly, as if he had lost his confidence.
He forcefully kissed Mo Weiyun, as intense as a summer storm. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the back of Mo Weiyun's hand, burning his selfish and cold-hearted soul. A metallic taste of blood filled their mouths.
Mo Weiyun's eyes first showed surprise, then regret and guilt, but Yu Qiuchi's kiss was too inexperienced, and he was able to easily regain control.
How can two equally selfish people understand love?
It's nothing more than mutual plunder and mutual imprisonment.
Without Yu Qiuchi's indulgence, how could Mo Weiyun have such ambitions now? This is nothing but self-inflicted misfortune.
After this kiss, let bygones be bygones, and let us only look to what lies ahead.
Yu Qiuchi grabbed Mo Weiyun's collar, his tone somewhat fierce. The shadows in his eyes were too dark, a part of him that he had never shown before: "From now on, you are Mo Weiyun, and I am Yu Qiuchi."
Mo Weiyun wanted to retort but was stunned by Yu Qiuchi's next words: "Do you really think you've cleaned things up? Let's put this matter behind us."
Mo Weiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, so... Yu Qiuchi knew... all these years had been nothing but a joke of his own cleverness.
Although he didn't directly cause Yu's father's death, he certainly played a role in contributing to it. He felt he was just a small butterfly, only fluttering its wings slightly, and he never imagined it would lead to such an ending.
How could that man betray Miss Mo? Just because of one phone call from him, Miss Mo was in a car accident. And just because of his word about divorce, this warm exterior shattered completely. The dog, the cat, and the smile all vanished.
He simply wanted to monopolize Yu Qiuchi's attention, nothing more.
So Yu Qiuchi knew all this, and now it's all over, is that really true?
Mo Weiyun touched Yu Qiuchi's cheek; it was burning hot, stinging his fingertips. "I'm sorry... I..."
"I said, let's turn the page."
Yu Qiuchi felt exhausted. He felt as if his heart had been roasted in a fire, and he was in excruciating pain. He covered Mo Weiyun's mouth, stopping him from saying anything more.
That man, no matter how wicked, was still his father.
Yu Qiuchi has never been one to depend on others for survival. Those three years were his tacit indulgence. If he really wanted to know about his father's death, he, Master Chi, had plenty of ways to do so.
"Mo Weiyun, I gave you a chance..."
Mo Weiyun wanted to cut off all his means of survival, and he acquiesced; she wanted to sever all his past relationships, and he acquiesced as well. But why bother pretending and making a fuss in the end?
She was generous enough to let him go, yet their relationship remained ambiguous and lingering.
"Get rid of the people watching me," Yu Qiuchi said coldly. "Remove the listening devices, locators, and surveillance cameras in every corner of the house."
"Mo Weiyun, wait until you learn to trust me before you tell me you love me." Yu Qiuchi looked at Mo Weiyun's bewildered and fearful eyes and gave him a rewarding kiss on the cheek.
"I believe you can do it, my dear brother."
Mo Weiyun's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with longing, and his voice was somewhat hoarse: "I will learn..."
"Um."
The air became suffocatingly silent. Yu Qiuchi suddenly chuckled softly, his fingertips slightly pink as he hooked a kraft paper bag and waved it in front of Mo Weiyun.
"Want some? It's sweet, to calm your brother down." This brother's words were ambiguous, with a hook at the end, making Mo Weiyun's heart tremble.
"good."
In this relationship, Mo Weiyun was destined to be the one who was tamed, the one who would be subdued.
For those three years, he wanted to imprison Yu Qiuchi, but little did he know that Yu Qiuchi wasn't subtly imprisoning him as well? It's just that Yu Qiuchi rarely showed his domineering side.
When the two reappeared in front of the camera, it seemed that nothing had changed, yet everything had changed as well.
On the playground.
The sun was about to set, and Gu Xiaojun and Tang Ke were already preparing a barbecue.
Gu Xiaojun picked up a string of roasted corn kernels and handed it to Yu Qiuchi: "It's a little hot, be careful."
"Thank you, Brother Junxiao!" Yu Qiuchi said, accepting the corn kernels.
He lowered his head and took a bite, revealing his fair neck, which looked like jade. Mo Weiyun, standing behind him, could see it clearly.
Mo Weiyun's fingertips twitched slightly as she played with Yu Qiuchi's hair to cover his neck, childishly trying not to let others see.
Yan Qing approached mysteriously, tugging at Yu Qiuchi's sleeve to signal him to lower his head: "Qiuchi, Qiuchi."
Yu Qiuchi swallowed the corn kernel in his mouth and said somewhat indistinctly, "What's wrong?"
Yan Qing, shielding himself from Mo Weiyun's murderous gaze behind him, leaned close to Yu Qiuchi's ear: "Qiuchi, your brother... hair..."
"Huh?" Because Mo Weiyun was right behind him, Yan Qing didn't dare to speak too loudly, and Yu Qiuchi couldn't hear him clearly.
"That's right, your brother's hair!" Yan Qing said anxiously, raising his voice slightly, but still sounding furtive.
"Oh, you mean his hair!" Yu Qiuchi reached out and grabbed Mo Weiyun's red hair, pressing down a stray strand: "Isn't the color I picked nice?"
Yan Qing looked at Mo Weiyun with some fear, as if her life was in someone else's hands, and quickly said, "Beautiful, very beautiful!"
She added, "Qiu Chi, you have such excellent taste!"
Yu Qiuchi looked at Mo Weiyun under the sunset. His skin color was different from Yu Qiuchi's cold white, and it was not like Xie Tingsi's wheat color. He was somewhere in between, a healthy white.
The color red, which often symbolizes passion and vitality, added a rich hue to him, making him seem more real. Mo Weiyun flipped the meat skewers in his hands, meeting Yu Qiuchi's gaze with no way to avoid it.
The darkness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only desire. Yu Qiuchi was extremely satisfied and smiled at Mo Weiyun.
Then he lowered his head, clenched the strand of red hair in his palm, and said without any modesty, "Indeed, I also think I have good taste."
I picked the most handsome one!
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