s person, straightforward and warm-hearted. To receive his praise means she must be truly talented. Thinking about Wen Nuan's usual demeanor, Ye Fei Mo couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.I...Mo Yao injured his hand. After bandaging it, he realized the pain. This bowl of porridge was spilled on his back by Mo Xiaobai as soon as he entered the door. It had been scalding for several minutes, enough to burn off the skin. When applying medicine, he didn't feel the pain. Only after bandaging and lying down did he feel the pain, a excruciating pain. However, this kind of pain was familiar to him, so he became very tolerant, seemingly enduring it well. Compared to the emptiness in the air without Mo Xiaobai, this kind of tenderness was truly insignificant.

Did he leave

He didn't hear any car noises because he hadn't moved. Mo Yao thought to himself, closing his eyes, that he had really done a stupid thing today. He didn't want Mo Xiaobai to notice, he better not notice, otherwise, he would really want to go back to Rome immediately and not stay in this place.

After a few minutes, Mo Xiaobai came up, changed into pajamas, and went to sleep.

He greeted the boss as usual, inquiring about his sore back. Mo Yao frowned, thinking to herself, "Did he really keep this person around He's such an idiot. Even if he kept him here, what's the point A big man like you is arguing with a little girl, what's the matter Do you have any face"

He sighed inwardly and let it go.

The lights were out, and only a few stars of moonlight streamed in from the window, softly spreading across the floor, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. Mo Xiaobai couldn't sleep. He said, "Brother, are you asleep"

"Is something the matter"

Mo Xiaobai rolled over, staring straight at Mo Yao. The corners of his lips curled up in a wide, toothy grin, seeming very happy. He tilted his head to look at the other with some puzzlement. He was injured, was this little rascal happy

His smile was radiant, even the moonlight seemed to be tinged with brightness. The stars seemed to gather in his eyes, making them incredibly beautiful. People were mesmerized by his gaze. They say that a beauty under the moon becomes even more enchanting. That's certainly true.

"Anything you want to tell me"

Mo Xiaobai rubbed his head and smiled, "Boss, I've noticed that you've been quite tragic since you arrived in Washington. Look, you got shot, and your wounds keep reopening every other day! And to top it off, you run into criminals all the time. Do you think you have a feud with Washington's criminals Back when we were in Myanmar, we never had it this bad. How long has it been since you've been hurt like this"

When it came to reminiscing about their time in Myanmar, Mo Xiao was truly nostalgic. Back then, he was only fifteen years old. Mo Xiao, still a boy at heart, believed that while Mo Chen and Wu Shuang went to Scotland, he and Xiao Bai went to Myanmar for a full three months. Although it was hard, they endured the hardships. They trained intensely every day, slept for only a few hours, carried out missions, suffered gunshots and knife wounds. As young boys, especially with Xiao Bai who was even younger than him, they were chased relentlessly by Ye Wei's people. In the tropical rainforest, they had no choice but to eat even poisonous snake meat. Thinking back on those days, both challenging and fulfilling, it was truly indescribable.

“Yeah, it’s been many years since I've been shot like this.” This was a serious gunshot wound. The last time he got shot was last year, 16 penetrating wounds, bullets went through his arm and didn't hit the bone, not as bad as now.

“I was protected very well when I was young. During that time in Myanmar, you were shot seven times, three of which were for me. I feel so ashamed.” Mo Xiaobai said, at that time he didn't know that Mo Yao liked him. He was very afraid of Mo Yao since childhood, but he also listened to Mo Yao’s words and obeyed him. Because sometimes this brother would play pranks, but he was really good to him. He even took the bullets for him. What could be said about such a brother He wished he could give his life to him. “Really, I feel so ashamed. Our grades were calculated together. The report only wrote what tasks we did and the final result, and then we both passed. But I really feel ashamed, you have seven bullet holes and five knife wounds, half of which are because of me. But I don't have any scars on my body. When we went back, my mother dragged me out for a good scolding. She said, you say you are a big man, Kong Rong even knows how to give pears, but you are so good, your brother took the bullets for you, your brother has so many injuries, and you don't have a single scar. Do you think it’s glorious Are you very mighty Are you really my son”

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Mo Yao chuckled. Their training was the parents' responsibility. Speaking of which, out of the four coaches, Ye Wei was the harshest one. When they were young and training their physical fitness, Eleven ran with them. They ran, went cross-country, covering at least thirty kilometers every day from morning to night. This was the most basic physical training. Eleven ran with them, but Ye Wei was different. Ye Wei drove while they chased behind her car. Back then, seeing Ye Wei driving with air conditioning, listening to music, and telling them to hurry up, was something else entirely. Mo Xiaobai and Wushuang both had a feeling that they weren't her biological children.

All the pain levels and psychological levels were designed by Ye Wei alone. Don't even mention how perverse it is. It tests your physical limits and your psychological endurance. If you make a mistake, she'll scold you mercilessly with no sympathy whatsoever. So Mo Yao understood why Ye Wei scolded Xiaobai like that because they had both been scolded by her in the same way.

Mo Xiaobai said, "My mom was really ruthless back then, so much so that I have psychological trauma whenever I see her."

"Uh, I understand."

“I’m not saying anything bad about my mother, of course. She trained me hard, and she's still the woman I love most in this world. I don't blame her at all. Without her, there wouldn't be me today. All I want to say is, brother, I don't want you to get hurt. Really, I don't want to see you get hurt even a little bit, not even a scratch. That would make me feel so heartbroken. Back then, when Mom scolded me, I didn't know I was wrong. I stared at her with wide eyes, very unconvinced. You rushed over to shield me from the bullet. How could I stop you This is all her fault. She trained us with live ammunition instead of blanks. My mother said, "If you weren't so unwilling to let someone protect you, brother, you wouldn't have jumped in front of me three or four times. It was because I lacked awareness. Because I was afraid of pain, afraid of hardship. When I was a kid, I was so useless. I was afraid of everything. The psychological pressure was huge, and I was afraid of not being able to keep up with you guys. I truly believe that training should have been done differently. You got hurt like that, and I didn't even get scratched. I really felt quite impressive." Of course, I never dared to tell Mom this, or she would have slapped me right away. Back then, I was only ten years old. I was afraid of everything and had never experienced anything like that. Really, it was my fault. After that, I couldn't bear to see you get hurt, even if it was because of me."

"Little White, what exactly do you want to say" Mo Yao asked directly. He had said so much, bringing up the matter of childhood training, but what was he trying to say

Mo Xiaobai suddenly found himself unable to speak. How could he express his feelings to Mo Yao He truly didn't want to see any wounds on Mo Yao's body, not even a small scratch from shaving. He didn't want to see it at all.

Let alone larger wounds.

He wanted to tell Mo Yao, "Brother, if you want me to be with you, just say it. There's no need to hurt yourself."od face to face, less than a meter apart. They glared at each other coldly. The warm ink-colored hair was whipped by the wind, seeming to carry a hint of quiet fury in the cold breeze. 。Han Bi looked...