When Wang Zihe exited the airport, he was surprised to see Mo Yi walking towards him.
“He has already left.”
“I didn’t come here to see him off.” Mo Yi furrowed his brows and took Wang Zihe’s hand, leading him into the car.
When the two of them returned to the villa, it was already dinner time, and they were the only ones present.
“Mo Xijue has informed me about your agreement.” Mo Yi sat at the dining table and cut the food on his plate with a knife and fork.
“What do you mean?” Wang Zihe, who was in the midst of eating, suddenly paused upon hearing his words. He furrowed his brows and looked at Mo Yi’s face with a puzzled expression.
“He plans to transfer the agreement to me.”
“What?”
Wang Zihe was completely astonished. Mo Xijue had actually let him go so easily?! And what did it mean for the agreement to be transferred to Mo Yi?!
“He will explain it to you when he returns tomorrow.” Mo Yi said after taking a sip of wine.
He watched the shocked Wang Zihe with a mysterious smile.
Wang Zihe carefully observed the expression on his face and smiled in response. “Tell me, what method did you use?”
It was easy to guess that Mo Yi had reached some kind of agreement with Mo Xijue, allowing him to transfer the contract. What exactly was it? Wang Zihe was very curious because, in his view, Mo Xijue was extremely difficult to deal with and seemingly flawless. What methods had Mo Yi used…
“Do you want to know?” Mo Yi wiped the corner of his mouth and stared into Wang Zihe’s eyes, tempting him.
“Of course, I do.” Wang Zihe set down his cutlery, his expression filled with anticipation.
“A secret.” After saying that, Mo Yi raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile. Then, he stood up and walked to Wang Zihe’s side, extending his hand in front of him.
Wang Zihe looked up at his gentle smile, and then he placed his hand on top of Mo Yi’s.
“Follow me,” he said softly.
The two of them walked out of the villa together, went along the winding path through the woods, watching the snowflakes slowly fall.
Feeling the cold breeze in the air, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but raise his head slightly and look at Mo Yi’s profile. His finely chiseled features were filled with the charm of a mature man. He couldn’t help but marvel at how the heavens could create such a perfect man, one who seemed divinely crafted and flawless. Wang Zihe felt that at this moment, even if he were to describe all the beauty he knew, it would pale in comparison to this one person.
After who knows how long they had walked, a quaint American-style cabin suddenly appeared before them. Wang Zihe couldn’t help but ask in astonishment, “Why haven’t you brought me here before?”
While smiling, Mo Yi opened the door of the cabin and pulled Wang Zihe’s hand, leading him inside. They were immediately embraced by a heartwarming warmth and a scent that seemed to be either pine nuts or pine leaves.
Wang Zihe looked at the decorations inside the house, which perfectly replicated the style of an American countryside cabin. Although it was called a cabin, it was not small at all. Stepping into this house felt like being in the United States. He looked at the blazing fire in the living room fireplace, surrounded by sofas and armchairs. A surprised and content smile appeared on his face.
“Because you can only experience its romance during winter.” Mo Yi walked towards the kitchen and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, pouring it into two tall glasses.
He returned to the living room and handed a glass to Wang Zihe. After they clinked glasses, they both took a sip.
“It’s cozy. I really like it.” Wang Zihe sat on the sofa by the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the flames, as if his heart was melting.
Mo Yi placed his glass on the coffee table and sat beside Wang Zihe, resting his head on his lap. Then, he extended his hand, adorned with a ring, and looked up into his eyes. “I’ve discovered something.”
“What have you discovered?” Wang Zihe reached out to touch his soft brown hair, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a light laugh.
“The ring.”
“What about the ring?”
“Alright, stop pretending to be clueless.”
Mo Yi took off the ring from his pinky finger and examined the inscription on the inner side, which clearly spelled out ‘H LOVE Y.’ He reached out his arm and gently caressed Wang Zihe’s cheek, gazing into his bright eyes that shimmered with the reflection of the yellow flames. “Are the initials on it ‘He’ and ‘Yi’?”
“You found it.” Wang Zihe’s handsome face had a mischievous smile as he looked at Mo Yu. He lowered his head, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
After an intense and deep kiss, Mo Yi released Wang Zihe’s lips, which were now red from the intensity. He then slipped the ring back onto his finger and stood up.
Suddenly, he gripped Wang Zihe’s wrist and lifted him high above his head before pressing him down. He whispered softly in his ear, “Thank you.”
“Well, I love you, Mo Yi. If you can’t say it, then let me say it for you.”
Wang Zihe gazed at him intently, his eyes filled with affection as if he wanted to etch his expression into his heart at this very moment. He blinked his eyes, fixedly observing the reflection of himself and his soul in Mo Yi’s amber eyes, which shone brighter and clearer than any gemstone.
“No, no, I should say it,” Mo Yi hastily interjected, placing his finger against Wang Zihe’s soft lips, his voice somewhat flustered.
“I love you, Wang Zihe,” he continued, releasing his hand and leaning over to kiss his lips.
Their tongues intertwined, lightly nibbling each other’s lips. Mo Yi pressed Wang Zihe beneath him, kissing his neck and teasing his protruding Adam’s apple with his tongue, gradually shedding their clothes along the way.
The reflection of their naked bodies danced in the flickering flames of the fireplace. Their once fair skin took on a golden hue, radiating an alluring glow. Mo Yi lifted Wang Zihe’s legs, resting them on his shoulders, and slowly entered his body.
He watched Wang Zihe’s handsome face get consumed by passion and listened to his pleasurable and irresistible moans, feeling the intense desire pulsating beneath his smooth skin. He wanted to etch this moment of beauty into his mind, never to be forgotten.
Knowing that Mo Xijue would be returning today, they didn’t linger in the cabin for long. After waking up in the morning, they immediately returned to the villa. Soon after having breakfast together, the sound of a car engine could be heard from outside.
As Wang Zihe laid eyes on Mo Xijue, whom he hadn’t seen for nearly half a month, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Despite being so close to accomplishing his plans and goals, he still felt restless, his heart in turmoil.
Mo Xijue, as always, wore a gentle and faint smile on his face. Observing the change in the atmosphere between Wang Zihe and his son standing together, a glint of danger flashed in his narrowed eyes. He then approached Wang Zihe and signaled him with his gaze.
Wang Zihe nodded at Mo Yi and followed Mo Xijue to the study on the fifth floor.
Mo Xijue noticed their seamless eye contact, but didn’t say anything. They remained silent until they entered the study together. Just like before, Wang Zihe locked the door behind him before standing in front of Mo Xijue.
“Do you find it fulfilling to play with my two sons?” Mo Xijue sat in the office chair behind the desk, smiling as he spoke, repeating the familiar words from the day they first met.
“Of course, I find it fulfilling,” Wang Zihe replied with a smile, not showing any weakness in his demeanor. However, the tightly clenched hands betrayed his overwhelming nervousness and fear within.
“Do you think you’ve won?” Mo Xijue asked again.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Why?”
Wang Zihe became somewhat silent, and after taking a deep breath, he looked directly at Mo Xijue’s face and continued, “Although I didn’t win, neither did you. Although you, Mr. Mo, didn’t fall in love with me, you will forever remember me.”
Then he stood up and walked to Mo Xijue’s side, straddling his lap, embracing his shoulders and neck. He brought his face close, allowing his slightly heated breath to spray on Mo Xijue’s handsome and god-like face. “When you raise a dog, even if it’s not you who feeds it, just watching it grow old and die will make you never forget it because it existed by your side. Your memories are its proof of existence.”
“You will remember me, forever remembering my lips, my moans, and my body.” With that, Wang Zihe reached out and held Mo Xijue’s hand, bringing it to the side of his face. He caressed it against his cheek like a puppy, and then gently placed a kiss upon it, as if worshipping a deity, filled with purity and devotion.
Mo Xijue couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Wang Zihe’s words. His laughter was so intense that his chest and body trembled with it. Then he held Wang Zihe’s face in his hands and kissed his lips, after which he reached into his clothes and pulled out a gun, pressing it against his chin.
Mo Xijue looked at Wang Zihe, who had a look of astonishment on his face, and a slight smile formed at the corner of his mouth. “If you were to die like this in my embrace, I think it would leave a more lasting impression.”
“…”
Wang Zihe stared with wide eyes and furrowed brows, silently cursing in his heart. This guy was truly mad! At this moment, he felt an icy chill run through his body, making even his breath feel obscure.
“With just a ‘bang,’ the bullet would pass through your chin, your mouth, your brain, and then your blood would spray on me like shaken champagne. Imagine that scene… And then your body would lose support and fall into my embrace, drenching my clothes and body with your scalding blood, oh… and the strong smell of rust.” As he vividly described it, he looked into Wang Zihe’s eyes. This was the first time Wang Zihe had seen such a rich expression on Mo Xijue’s face, but the more expressive Mo Xijue was, the more terrified Wang Zihe became.
Feeling the icy coldness from the barrel against his chin, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. At this moment, he could only hear the sound of his own heart pounding. “You’re right, but I don’t want to die… yet.” His trembling voice revealed his fear of death.
Then, Mo Xijue couldn’t help but burst into laughter again. His shaking body and the way he held the gun made Wang Zihe hold his breath, afraid that it might accidentally go off.
“I won’t kill you,” Mo Xijue said, putting down the gun and tucking it back into his clothes.
“You look cute when you’re scared,” he said, hooking his hand under Wang Zihe’s chin and smiling.
“…”
Mo Xijue pulled Wang Zihe up and flipped him over, pressing him against the table. He held the back of his neck with one hand while pulling down his pants with the other, exposing the fair and plump buttocks to the air.
“What are you going to do?” Wang Zihe, who had just escaped the threat of death, obviously hadn’t reacted yet. He was bent over the desk, and couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.
“I’m going to fuck you! Who told you to be so disobedient.” With that, Mo Xijue slapped his plump buttocks.
“Mmm… Ah… It hurts…” Feeling the burning pain in his buttocks, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but moan. Then he propped himself up on his arms and turned his head to look at Mo Xijue, his brow furrowed. “Didn’t you say you would transfer the agreement to Mo Yi?”
“Oh… I changed my mind.” Without waiting for Wang Zihe’s response, Mo Xijue forcefully thrust his hot and huge member into his dry and tender entrance.
“Ahh… It hurts… Ah…” Suddenly, a tearing pain came from behind, causing cold sweat to form on Wang Zihe’s forehead. His body trembled violently, and he panted heavily. More painful than the physical pain was the sentence “changed my mind.”
His hands tightly gripped the edge of the table, his brows furrowed, and he quickly said, “No… Please don’t… Mr. Mo, as long as you transfer the agreement to Mo Yi, I will do anything.”
Finally, after fully entering Wang Zihe’s body, Mo Xijue resisted the urge to thrust and instead grabbed the back of Wang Zihe’s collar, locking his neck in his arm, and whispered coldly into his ear, “Don’t try to provoke me even more.”
Mo Xijue’s face no longer bore a trace of a smile. His suddenly cold expression froze the surrounding air for a moment. Then he once again pressed Wang Zihe’s upper body against the table, firmly restraining him.
“Ah… Slow… It hurts… Mmm…” Mo Xijue fiercely thrust into Wang Zihe’s body, causing Wang Zihe to feel a tearing pain.
With the intense thrusts that followed, Wang Zihe slowly began to adapt, and his slightly torn and bleeding opening started to produce a mixture of fluids, gradually becoming wet and slippery, alleviating his discomfort.
Soon, an indescribable and unparalleled pleasure overwhelmed him. The large member filled every inch of his sensitive walls, rubbing against his prostate, creating an intoxicating sensation that made Wang Zihe moan in pleasure. His body instinctively tightened around the intruder, the hot member pulsating within him, stimulating his every nerve ending. The same sensations also stimulated Mo Xijue.
He had to admit that Wang Zihe’s confidence in this area was undeniable. His body, his lascivious hole, his promiscuity—everything about him was unforgettable, etched deeply into his memory.
It was like a child who had never tasted candy before, and after experiencing the most delicious candy in the world, they would never forget its taste.
Mo Xijue sighed and couldn’t help but emit a low, satisfied moan from his throat. He opened his eyes and looked down at Wang Zihe, who was still greedily embracing his throbbing member. The amber hues of his eyes gradually took on a color of desire.
After nearly half an hour of thrusting, Mo Xijue finally released. He observed as Wang Zihe’s ravished and unable-to-close opening continued to release white fluid, leaving a lewd and messy stain on the floor.
He then turned Wang Zihe over to face him, their eyes meeting.
Wang Zihe kept his eyes closed, panting with his mouth open. The crimson flush on his cheeks and neck lingered from his climax. While his upper body remained intact, his lower body displayed an undeniable desire, his wanton opening twitching and releasing semen—he looked so lewd.
Mo Xijue stood there, looking down at him with a cold expression on his face, devoid of emotion. His amber eyes, like venomous snakes, exuded a chilling aura. He reached out and gently touched Wang Zihe’s eyelids, nose, lips, and chin, then traced down to his neck, lightly caressing his Adam’s apple with his finger, his lips curling into a smile. “Truly boring, indeed.”
Wang Zihe opened his eyes and looked at him, feeling the cool touch on his neck. “Fucking the same person over and over naturally becomes boring.”
“You’re right, you won.” After speaking, Mo Xijue lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Wang Zihe’s forehead. Then, his face once again revealed the usual faint and gentle smile.
At his words, Wang Zihe widened his eyes in disbelief. He stood up, and abruptly embraced Mo Xijue’s neck, fiercely kissing his cheek.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Sensing his excitement and joy, Mo Xijue grabbed his chin with his hand, his lips curving into a malicious smile.
“Sorry, Mr. Mo.” Wang Zihe quickly released his hold on him, lowered his head, and glanced at his still erect desire pressed against Mo Xijue’s body, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Then, he hastily pulled up his pants, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness in his rear, and hurriedly fled from the study.
Mo Xijue watched his hurried departure and frowned. He looked at the messy desk and floor, and didn’t have the desire to stay anylonger.
