episode 62
At seven o'clock in the evening, the city lights began to come on.
Villa, third floor.
Mo Shilin sat on the black leather sofa in the dressing room. His black hair was carefully styled, and his smoky gray suit was unbuttoned. The snow-white lining looked cool and dreamlike under the yellowish ceiling light.
He stared as He Xun opened the drawer, took out a dark purple patterned tie, and walked over.
The other person was still wearing the same black and white male servant uniform. His waist, encircled by the apron, was incredibly thin, but his buttocks were pert and round. The small section of the apron strap that extended out after it was tied was curved like a snake, with the tip pressed tightly against the narrow gap between the two halves of the mountain stream.
Delicate and juicy peaches.
It sparks the imagination and draws people in.
The moment He Xun put the tie around his neck, he had a fleeting illusion that he was being tightly bound by the person in front of him.
The other person's tug on his tie forced him to raise his head. He narrowed his phoenix eyes, and He Xun's face was inches away.
—This face overlapped with the face of the protagonist in a video he had accidentally found in a folder on his computer last night.
The young male servant in the video is both handsome and capable of fighting.
But why would such a video appear on his computer? Is He Xun really the protagonist he lost?
He Xun tightened his grip on the tie as he pulled upwards.
Uncontrollable desires and impulses surged into his heart along with He Xun's actions.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to grasp He Xun's wrist, the touch delicate and cool.
"What's wrong?"
A hot, calloused hand covered his body, and He Xun felt a tickle. He shuddered and quickly pulled his hand back.
The young male servant's eyes darted around almost imperceptibly, twinkling like stars, as if he had disappeared into the darkness of the night, but in reality, they were dazzlingly bright.
"...It's nothing." Mo Shilin's hand slowly slid down to He Xun's waist. Strangely, why did his body always act involuntarily towards He Xun? "You can loosen your tie a little. Tonight's event isn't that serious."
He Xun lowered his eyes and fastened the tie clip for him: "Okay."
"Go get a suitable suit from Aunt Mu later. You'll come with me tonight."
Mo Shilin stood up, and his voice was incredibly hoarse, perhaps because of the poor air circulation in the dressing room.
He Xun paused for a moment before agreeing.
Fifteen minutes later, He Xun appeared in the hall wearing a suit of the same color as Mo Shilin's, holding a glass in his hand.
Mo Shilin put away his phone and sat up from the sofa.
"Here you go." He Xun immediately handed him the cup in his hand.
"?"
"Honey grapefruit juice, huh? Wasn't your voice hoarse?"
"......"
Mo Shilin was silent for a second, then chuckled softly, his coldness melting away.
He Xun was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Is honey grapefruit juice funny?
Still don't like this?
Mo Shilin stared at him, took the cup, tilted his head back, and drank the honey grapefruit water in one gulp: "It's okay, let's go."
The two walked out one after the other, and the driver was already waiting at the villa entrance.
Upon catching a glimpse of Mo Shilin's figure in the distance, the driver immediately and respectfully opened the back door of the car.
Mo Shilin strode in and sat down, patting the seat to indicate that He Xun should sit next to him. However, He Xun looked away and instead opened the passenger door: "No, Young Master Mo, I'll sit in the front."
"......"
Is she avoiding him?
A dark undercurrent surged in Mo Shilin's eyes, and a layer of gloom immediately covered them.
The driver was shrewd; he didn't say a word unnecessary and skillfully gripped the steering wheel.
The car started smoothly and quickly, and the scenery outside the window began to rush past, turning into a blurry mosaic.
There were clearly three people inside the car, yet the atmosphere was completely silent.
He Xun gripped the seatbelt tightly with his right hand, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to the rearview mirror. Mo Shilin was looking down, scrolling through his tablet with an unhappy expression.
They're probably processing work emails.
Are you angry?
A strange sense of loss stirred within He Xun's heart, as if someone was deliberately stirring it with a stick, leaving him feeling neither up nor down.
But what can he do if he doesn't hide? He has no right, status, or position to refute Li Yili's words.
Does he have to say something like, "I didn't interfere in your relationship, but you're the one interfering in ours?" What do you mean? I don't know.
Mo Shilin has completely forgotten him.
This is an unsolvable problem.
It wasn't that he wanted to hide, but that he had no choice.
If what Li Yili said is true, then he is willing to grant their wish.
As long as... Mo Shilin is happy.
Thinking of this, He Xun let out a heavy sigh, tilted his head, leaned against the car window, and closed his eyes to avoid seeing or hearing anything.
So he didn't know that the moment he closed his eyes, Mo Shilin's gaze shifted from the electronic screen to the back of his head.
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This year's YunTu crossover IP collaboration night theme is a combination of technology and trendy restaurant elements.
YunTu began preparing for this event a month ago. They not only created various themed restaurants in their personal technology park, but also collaborated with popular anime IPs and games to create customized merchandise. Participants could not only receive restaurant coupons, but also draw blind boxes for free, aiming to break through existing circles and attract a more diverse customer base.
As a prominent young CEO representing the new generation of internet companies, Mo Shilin naturally had to make an appearance at this event.
After all, many young men and women approve of his image and looks. According to statistics from Yuntu's public relations department, there are quite a few men and women who dream of Mo Shilin on the Internet.
At 8 o'clock, Mo Shilin was to go on stage to give a thank-you speech, accept media interviews, and interact with everyone, so he gave He Xun a VIP pass in advance so that He Xun could wander around and have some fun first.
"Take this card and buy whatever you want, it's free."
"Yes, thank you."
He Xun stuffed the gold-rimmed black card into his suit pocket and watched Mo Shilin walk onto the stage.
The spotlight immediately focused on the man, who was full of vigor, and the audience erupted in applause.
Amidst everyone's good-natured cheers, Mo Shilin smiled and, as usual, began to deliver his speech.
He Xun found a seat not far away and sat down. Soon, a staff member dressed as a mascot came over with a tray and handed him a drink.
After thanking him, he took a glass of champagne, sipped it, and watched the pale yellow liquid slide down his throat.
Hiss... a honey-like taste, and a tingling, needle-like sensation on the tip of the tongue.
Does Mo Shilin prefer this to honey grapefruit water?
It's quite refreshing.
As he was muttering to himself, a long, thin shadow suddenly loomed over him.
He paused, frowned subconsciously, and was about to look up to see which tactless person was deliberately blocking his view when he heard a familiar voice with a hint of annoyance.
Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?
He Xun looked up and saw Li Yili's puffed-up face.
How strange, is it because it's nighttime? From this angle, Li Yili's originally beautiful face has turned into an ugly frog.
But to be honest, he really didn't want to have such a childish verbal battle with Li Yili in this kind of setting.
So he didn't say a word, picked up his wine glass, and was about to leave.
Li Yili, however, persisted and suddenly grabbed his arm, the force of which caused a few drops of champagne to spill out.
I'm asking you a question!
Li Yili clearly came here behind Mu Xianglu's back tonight, because Mo Shilin only specifically requested He Xun to come along.
At first, when he heard about this from the other servants, he couldn't quite believe it. But when he hid behind the curtains on the second floor and saw Mo Shilin and He Xun walk out of the villa together, he realized that what others were saying was true. Instantly, he was filled with rage!
On what grounds?
He was clearly Mo Shilin's childhood sweetheart!
Why did Mo Shilin value that person so much? Just because of that despicable face? But he himself is clearly not bad-looking!
Was it because his family went bankrupt?!
Mo Shilin felt he was not good enough for him?
Why... By what right?!
Jealousy and a twisted mindset consumed her reason, and Li Yili ran out without even changing her clothes.
"I'm asking you a question! Answer me! Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?!"
He probably didn't realize that his tone was bordering on exasperation.
Looking at Li Yili's face, contorted with rage, He Xun suddenly felt sorry for him.
Yes, it's very pitiful.
He Xun really didn't understand why some people would covet things that didn't belong to them in the first place.
If he weren't afraid of causing a butterfly effect, he really wanted to tell Li Yili that she had the wrong person. Mo Shilin belonged to the original protagonist, not him, nor did he belong to her.
"I don't want to argue with you here. Let's talk about it when we get back," He Xun said calmly.
His calmness made Li Yili's face look even more ferocious.
Of course, Li Yili was even more furious. Why did He Xun get away with it so easily?
"Don't leave!"
Li Yili grabbed He Xun's collar, which was splattered with alcohol, tightly, like a fire-breathing dragon that couldn't get its way out of its tantrum, "Explain yourself!"
He Xun was getting annoyed, and he slapped the other person's hand away: "What do you want me to say?"
"I told you! I told you to stay away from him! Why didn't you listen!"
Li Yili was panting heavily, her fair cheeks turning red and black under the night and colorful lights, clearly indicating that she was very angry.
By this time, some people had noticed them and started looking back frequently.
He Xun took a deep breath, suppressing his displeasure, and lowered his voice: "Who do you think you are?"
"you!"
"What do you mean, 'me'?"
"He Xun! You're a despicable person!"
The bankrupt young master gritted his teeth and began to speak recklessly.
He Xun found it amusing. He had always thought that the word "bitch" could only be heard from concubines who loved to compete for favor in period dramas or from vicious supporting characters in melodramatic TV series.
Art truly does originate from life.
And it transcends life.
He was speechless: "How old are you, anyway?"
"What's it to you how old I am! I'm serious, I'm saying! I want you to stay away from my Shilin brother!" Li Yili's breathing became more rapid than before. He clutched his chest, but his words were becoming increasingly labored. "He...he likes me...and I...I like him too..."
More and more people gathered around, and before they knew it, Mo Shilin on the stage stopped speaking, his cold eyes glancing in their direction.
He Xun's right eyelid twitched suddenly, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.
"Li Yili..."
He raised his hand in a rare moment of panic, trying to support Li Yili's back.
But it was too late. His finger had barely moved when Li Yili suddenly collapsed to the ground.
A gasp of surprise suddenly erupted from all around!
"Oh my god?! What happened?"
"Is he having an asthma attack? Look at him! His breathing is so rapid!"
"Who is this guy?! He can't possibly not know his friend has asthma, can he?! Why is he still arguing with him?!"
"I saw it too! Those two were arguing about something!"
"Why are you making such a fuss over such a small thing?!"
"Hurry and save them! What if someone dies?"
"......."
The surrounding chatter grew louder and louder, buzzing like thousands of flies.
He Xun clenched his fist, then immediately released it. Just as he was about to squat down, a hand suddenly reached out to him.
He looked up in surprise, and it was Mo Shilin!
Mo Shilin didn't even glance at him. Without hesitation, he scooped up Li Yili and strode quickly out of the venue!
In an instant, another uproar erupted, like a kettle boiling over, as gossip about the relationship between Mo Shilin and that boy flooded the entire venue like a surging tide.
He Xun's mind went completely blank, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, freezing him in place.
Immediately afterwards, my brain started replaying the scene of Mo Shilin picking up Li Yili, who was having an asthma attack, and striding away over and over again.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he mechanically turned around abruptly, walking towards a secluded corner. Suddenly, he was pulled by a powerful force.
"He Xun!"
He turned his head stiffly, and a familiar figure came into view.
It turned out that Mo Shi had returned after leaving.
What about Li Yili?
"Li Yili had an asthma attack, so I had the driver take him to the hospital." Mo Shilin gripped his wrist tightly, his voice low and hoarse. "Where are you going?"
He Xun blinked slowly, then shook his head subconsciously, looking utterly lost.
For the first time, Mo Shilin felt that his little male servant was like a broken piece of porcelain, the shattered fragments piercing his heart with pain.
He stared intently at He Xun, his voice dry and direct as he asked, "Are you very sad? Why?"
sad......
Is it obvious?
He Xun paused for a few seconds to process what was happening before hurriedly looking away, saying, "It's nothing, Young Master Mo."
He pulled his hand away, pretended to be calm, and turned to run away again, but Mo Shilin could no longer bear it and did not want to endure it any longer.
The body speaks louder than the heart and brain. He followed his body's instincts, pulled He Xun into his arms, and kissed him.
"Hmm..."
In the dark, secluded corner, He Xun's lips were softer than he had imagined.
He gripped He Xun's head tightly, pried open He Xun's teeth, and invaded He Xun's lips.
It should have been done a long time ago.
We should hold onto He Xun tightly and never let him escape!
My subconscious is constantly screaming!
He Xun closed his eyes in pain, his slender white fingers scratching wrinkles into his shoulder.
Mo Shilin's actions grew increasingly violent. He pushed the man against the wall, then leaned in and slipped his hands between He Xun's fingers, pressing them against the cold, hard wall. He fiercely bit and kissed the soft lips of the man in his arms. He Xun finally began to bite back. The taste of rust filled the air, and fragments of the static from the electroconvulsive therapy flashed wildly through his mind. Pain and pleasure surged together...
He didn't know how much time had passed, until salty water droplets stained his lips, before Mo Shilin seemed to wake from a dream.
He suddenly lowered his head, and the almond-shaped eyes in front of him were red and swollen, with tears streaming down his face.
An invisible hand grabbed my heart, and a suffocating, excruciating pain suddenly struck.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he frantically wiped away He Xun's tears, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Don't cry, it's my fault, it's all my fault..."
He couldn't stop crying, and he hugged He Xun tightly, as if he wanted to meld him into his very bones.
"Get out..."
How dare someone who remembers nothing kiss him without permission?
He Xun choked back tears in Mo Shilin's arms, "I never want to see you again."
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