Since that massacre more than a decade ago, nothing has frightened Imur anymore.
One day, Xu Zang's hidden feelings will have to be laid bare and clarified, so it's better to end it now and do him the best.
"I'm not afraid. You just haven't met someone you truly like yet, and you're too attached to your senior brother, so you mistakenly believe that the person you like is me."
Xu Zang scoffed at Yi Mu's confident words; he was no fool who couldn't distinguish between what he was thinking and what he was actually doing.
He liked Yi Mu, and he didn't deny that part of it stemmed from childhood feelings, but more so from a man's joy at the person he loved.
He wanted Yimu, wanted to make love to him, wanted to make him happy, and wanted to hold his hand and grow old together.
If this isn't love, then what is it?
Xu Zang bent down again, picked up Yi Mu, spun around, and walked towards the bed.
"Senior brother, you're always so stubborn. You say you're not afraid, but how can you not be afraid when you're running away from me?"
Escape is a form of fear, and Yimu fears him without realizing it.
Xu Zang placed Yi Mu on the bed, then leaned over and lay down beside him.
"you……"
Xu Zang sealed Yi Mu's lips with his own.
The red curtains fell, obscuring the scene on the bed.
The moment Yi Mu pressed against Xu Zang, he placed his hand on Xu Zang's shoulder, ready to push him away forcefully.
However, he overestimated his own martial arts skills and underestimated Xu Zang.
Among the four brothers, if we were to talk about who had the highest martial arts skills, it would undoubtedly be the eldest brother. As for the other three brothers, logically speaking, Yang San would be second, Yi Mu third, and Xu Zang, that fool, would be last.
But the fool wasn't a fool; he kept pretending to be weak while actually being strong.
Xu Zang's martial arts skills are not weak. He can't beat the senior brother who has extraordinary talent, but he is no match for ordinary masters.
Those who practice martial arts only for physical fitness are no match for him.
When Yi Mu was pinned to the bed by Xu Zang and stripped of his outer clothes, he had no idea what he was about to face. He was still trying to remain calm and admonishing Xu Zang not to do anything foolish.
In his entire life, apart from harboring expectations for the man he called Father Emperor when he was young, Xu Zang never did anything foolish.
He pretends to be a fool, but he never suffers a loss.
If you want to eat a fruit, you can patiently wait for it to ripen and become sweet.
But one day, the fruit told Xu Zang that it would never become sweet, so Xu Zang had no choice but to pick it early, warm it in his palm, and slowly ripen it.
For Yi Mu to Xu Zang, it was that fruit.
A forced melon is not sweet, but if you let a melon grow on a vine, it won't attract nutrients and will only rot one day. It's better to get it before it dies.
Yi Mu once again faced Xu Zang's power, and was pinned down by Xu Zang, unable to move.
Between men, there is no pleasure, only excruciating pain.
Xu Zang was being extremely careful, but Yi Mu's area was very delicate, and even with the utmost care, she still bled.
Xu Zang didn't stop. This was a ritual that would allow Yi Mu to directly understand that Xu Zang liked him, but not in the way one might admire an older brother.
At first, the mule struggled, but then it stopped moving altogether.
He didn't hate Xu Zang, but he found it strange that such a good child could have turned out like this.
Even when they were on the mountain, Xu Zang clung to him like a child.
If a person's apparent foolishness is an act, does that mean that even the affection shown towards them is feigned?
Thinking of this, Yi Mu felt a chill run down his spine and even trembled slightly.
Xu Zang bit his neck, making a sound of pleasure from his throat with each movement.
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