ing suspicious. 。He knew in his heart who was responsible, but he had to find out the truth. 。Otherwise, how would we deal with such a tragedy next timeXu Nuo has been busy with an anti-terrorism case...Warmth shivered, goosebumps rose on her skin. Ye Feimo looked at her with an unusually innocent expression, his smile particularly wretched, "Wife, what's wrong with you"

"Have you seen Mo Yao's nude photos You described them so vividly, it's really..." Wen Nu seemed to want to find a word to describe her feelings, but she couldn't think of a good one. Ye FeiMo said seriously, "Honey, my loyalty to you is beyond words. Actually, 'vivid and alluring' is quite simple. Just look at my physique, I'll introduce myself perfectly. One by one."

This is called being drenched in sweat, you can't be any more shameless and narcissistic

Thinking about his description just now, oh my, she felt her mouth was dry and she felt very spirited... "I feel like you are a narcissist, and it's even funnier because I feel like what you said is actually all right."

Ye Fei chuckled, a man's good figure being praised by his own woman was something to be proud of.

Warmly smiled and said, "Oh, carrying a baby, suddenly hearing this, I feel like my own husband is not a good person. It really makes me too worried..."

"...Ye Fei Mo."

……

Mò Xiǎobái's eyes widened the moment their leader appeared. It was a hot day, Mò Yáo had just taken a shower; his wound still had bandages. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only white pants, and his hair was dripping wet. He wiped his hair as he lifted his arm, revealing muscles that flowed in beautiful arcs. He wasn't the type of muscular man you see in magazines—his slightly bulging chest and abs held a kind of ruggedly handsome beauty, like they were brimming with power. It was a beauty that any man would appreciate.Water dripped down his muscles, sparkling like jewels rolling off his body before disappearing into his pants. He suddenly felt an urge he couldn't resist—to keep looking. His neck was long and slender, his collarbone beautiful, his physique athletic, and his legs straight as arrows. Yè Fēimò had said it right, their leader was the kind of man who, when he stood up, looked like a spear—so erect it was astounding.

Mo Xiaobai was dumbfounded. Ye Feimo described the boss's body in his ear, but what appeared before his eyes was such a vivid and alluring scene. It was as if Mo Yao had walked out of his description. For a moment, Mo Xiaobai felt his heart beat several times faster, trembling violently.

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

His voice was like ice, piercing his heart with pinpoint accuracy. It instantly cooled his passion, his eyes narrowed, cursing Ye Feimo, almost instinctively hanging up the phone, nearly throwing it away.

This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing…

Damn, that's so embarrassing, he's totally mesmerized by the big boss's body.

He uncomfortably avoided Mo Yao's gaze. This was truly a strange experience, a man telling you that another man likes you, even urging you to conquer this man, giving him both mental and physical stimulation, and this man just so happens to appear within his field of vision.

Mo Xiaobai felt like he had gone insane.

Both of his ears felt hot, flushed red. He almost dared not look at Mo Yao's eyes, nor his body. Yet Ye Fei Mo’s description was like a magic stimulus, tingling his senses.

This was a humiliating torment for Mo Xiaobai.

The double torment, both physical and psychological, left him helpless and unsure how to face his boss.

My body feels like it's been filled with hot air, Mo Xiaobai howled, Little cousin, I hate you!!! Why do you have to torment me He regretted it, he shouldn't have provoked Ye Feimo after all.

My intestines are filled with regret.

Mo Yao sat on the bed, he could clearly feel the sandalwood scent on his body. This was the smell of his usual bath gel, sandalwood with a coolness to it, which was very similar to his own scent. Mo Xiaobai noticed, he almost wanted to run away from this bed.

But escaping this bed right now seemed to make him look even worse.

He couldn't be so humiliated in front of the boss.

Mo Yao untied her gauze and took the medicine from the side to apply it. Mo Xiaobai glanced over, his face flushed suddenly. His whole chest was open, the bullet holes tearing several times, some large, slowly healing. The scars had a hint of dark red, his chest muscles slightly bulging, rising and falling with a powerful beauty, the small light brown birthmark on his chest seemed especially cute.

Ahhh, bah bah bah!!! Mo Xiaobai you bastard, what are you thinking That's your brother!

Mo Xiaobai was deeply distressed, as if a voice behind him was mocking him. Mocking his words not matching his actions, mocking his self-deception. He seemed unaware of what the voice was mocking anymore; he just felt pain in both body and mind. He hurriedly averted his gaze, almost clumsily, daring not to look at Mo Yao. That well-built physique seemed to have something that was corrupting his vision, and he feared this feeling.

I didn't think much of it before, but after this phone call, it felt like someone had put a lock on him both physically and mentally. Mo Xiaobai was furious, but he couldn't help but wonder, if this man wasn't his brother, if he wasn't his sibling...

What would happen then

What could he do Mo Xiaobai's mind was in a mess. He did something that even he thought was silly. He suddenly lay down, pulled the blanket over himself, and covered his face with it.

Mo Yao looked at him in surprise, and immediately saw a bulge on the bed. He wondered curiously, which bastard had stimulated Xiaobai

How many years has it been since he acted so childishly

Mo Xiaobai had a habit. When he encountered problems he couldn't figure out, he liked to curl up under the covers, or rather, in the darkness. It seemed that darkness was the only thing that allowed him to think. But the temptation that darkness brought at this moment almost made Mo Xiaobai's shame crumble.

They shared the same bed for days. He felt that the quilt was full of his scent, as if it were everywhere, clinging to him, surrounding him, suffocating him. He repelled this smell, yet greedily sniffed at it...

He felt like he was going crazy.

"Xiao Bai, what's wrong" Mo Yao asked, couldn't help but raise her head and pat the lump. Xiao Bai twisted in the blanket and mumbled, "Leave me alone."

Mò Yáo frowned, Mò Xiǎobái's shame made him almost bite his tongue to death... Heat was his only feeling, his ears and neck seemed about to burn, and the blood in his whole body was eager, rushing violently to one place.

He found that his body was reacting inexplicably. didn't like to talk. He drank the soup, Mo Xiaobai asked him if he wanted more, he nodded, Mo Xiaobai went downstairs again to serve him.Mo Yao looked out the window. The setting sun was warm, and th...