I stood outside the door with a face full of shock and world-shattering disbelief, while inside the room, Su Xiaoxiao did not respond.
Then came the sound of bodies rustling against each other. I immediately held my breath and looked into the room again.
Mo An had pushed Su Xiaoxiao away once more and spoke intermittently.
“Su Xiao… xiao… do you still… understand… the meaning of… ritual, integrity, and shame?”
Speaking a single short sentence seemed to exhaust a great deal of Mo An’s strength. I saw him clutching his own collar with both hands, looking at Su Xiaoxiao with a face full of wariness.
Su Xiaoxiao was wearing a red wedding dress that hugged her good figure, but at this moment, it was somewhat ironic.
After a moment, she stood up from the floor, looking slightly disheveled after rising.
She curled the corners of her mouth into a smile: “That’s right, today I’m getting married. If I wasn’t marrying him, would you even have come to attend the wedding?”
I was completely confused outside the door. Is there some connection between the groom and Mo An? What exactly did Su Xiaoxiao mean by her words?
I waited for a while, but Su Xiaoxiao didn’t continue.
Instead, I heard Mo An’s extremely suppressed voice; it seemed he was fast approaching a breaking point.
“What… exactly… Do you… want?”
Su Xiaoxiao smiled. “I want you.”
Mo An retreated to the edge of the wall, endured it for a moment, and then spoke: “You’re crazy.”
Having said that, he attempted to walk toward the door.
Su Xiaoxiao stood there with her arms crossed, speaking with total confidence: “Senior, you can’t run anymore. Can you still walk now? Can you feel your strength draining away? Can you feel the weakness in your limbs?”
Standing outside the door, I felt that I should get to know my goddess properly in the future. Then, before I had even finished thinking it through, I quietly slipped inside and delivered a hand-chop to the back of Su Xiaoxiao’s neck.
I looked at Mo An, who had already slumped against the wall not far away. In just this short amount of time, his eyes had already become somewhat vacant.
His hands were fumbling with his own collar, and the skin on his face and neck was flushed red. I didn’t know if the drug Su Xiaoxiao used was particularly potent or if Mo An was having an allergic reaction.
Judging by the degree of redness on his neck, it was leaning toward an allergy.
I frowned. Even though I knew it was inappropriate to think this in the current situation,
I still felt that Mo An’s current appearance with his coldness stripped away, his collar wide open, and his neck flushed red…
It was a bit… a bit… delicious.
I pulled a quilt from the lounge to wrap him up, then picked him up and walked out.
Only then did I realize that although Mo An looked to be about the same height as me, he didn’t have much meat on his bones. His back was very thin, and he felt very slight in my arms.
Coupled with the fact that he had been drugged, a feeling of pity actually welled up from the bottom of my heart.
In the parking lot, I found Mo An’s Mercedes and placed him in the back seat.
I gave Da Peng a call and told him I was leaving first. When Da Peng told me that the wedding scene was in total chaos because they couldn’t find the bride,
I didn’t think much of it and casually mentioned the room number from earlier.
By the time I got Mo An into the car, I realized he had lost consciousness.
So, on the principle of seeing a good deed through to the end, I had no choice but to drive toward one of my own residences.
Halfway there, Mo An started to become restless. He sat up from the back seat and began to strip off his clothes.
Are you kidding me? I’m a living person right here in the front seat. I had no choice but to shout a stop.
“Don’t, Mo An, stay calm.”
Presumably, he hadn’t expected anyone else to be present; the hand that had just touched his waist came to a stop.
Then he sat dazed in the back seat for about ten seconds.
It was as if he was struggling with something.
However, after a short while, he resumed his movements.
When I noticed his actions, my scalp went numb because Mo An was no longer unbuttoning his own clothes.
He reached his hands directly from behind the seat and wrapped them around my waist, and his hands were quite restless.
I was almost startled by his actions slamming on the emergency brakes.
How could this guy be like this? He stopped messing with himself and came to mess with me.
I’ve liked Su Xiaoxiao all these years and haven’t paid much attention to anyone else.
The last time was the same; I wanted to steal a taste of the forbidden fruit, but I was caught and brought back by my father. It ended in failure.
Now, with this action from Mo An, and my mind linking back to his appearance just now, a strange sensation actually surged through my body.
I drove with one hand and used the other to grab one of Mo An’s hands that was “setting fires” on my body.
I was just about to tell him to stop fooling around.
Even children understand the logic of not being unreasonable with the driver; how could a grown man like him not know?
As it turned out, Mo An, whose hand was caught, was very unhappy. He let out a very aggrieved “hmpf” through his nose. “Don’t…”
I f***ing let go of his hand just like that. It was as if I was meeting myself for the first time.
I launched into a profound self-criticism: how could I be so lacking in principles toward someone with a handsome face?
Just because someone acted a bit spoiled and aggrieved, I lost all my principles.
I thought to myself at the time: Forget it, let’s not lower ourselves to the level of a patient. This person is drugged; I forgive his indecent behavior.
Then I stomped on the gas and increased my speed, wishing I could get home immediately to Baidu to solve this kind of situation.
A journey that wasn’t usually far made me feel the difficulty of a “Long March.”
As it turned out, when Mo An’s hand continued downward, I immediately stopped caring about whether someone was acting spoiled or not.
This is a man’s lifeblood; it cannot be touched at will.
I sat up straight and grabbed his hand.
“Stop it, seriously.”
Even though my voice was low and husky, it already carried a hint of sternness.
The main thing was that you couldn’t talk sense to Mo An right now. Even if you said that, he would certainly ignore it. Then he’d nod and take responsibility.
More importantly, one of my hands couldn’t hold back both of his. His other hand succeeded, and I immediately sat frozen in the driver’s seat.
As a man, who hasn’t solved their physiological needs by themselves?
“L-ing” (jerking off) once is surely a daily routine of puberty.
But Mo An was currently reaching out from behind me, his head resting right at the crook of my neck, the hot air from his mouth spraying against my skin.
In that moment, I felt as if that unknown, mysterious drug was being injected right through the meridians in my neck.
At that moment, I felt as if I, too, had been drugged.
The movements of Mo An’s hand made me extremely tense. All the attention in my body was concentrated on that one point, and then I discovered another kind of anticipation and excitement sweeping over me.
I f***I wanted to stop and pull over immediately and throw someone out of the car.
This person’s existence was seriously affecting the driver’s mood.
Then I let go of Mo An’s hand and grabbed his other hand.
Mo An had no reason left to speak of; he just spoke right into the crook of my neck.
“I don’t want to…”
Those two soft words made my scalp go numb.
I never imagined that one day I would be so unable to bear rejecting someone, that my heart would grow so soft.
The car could no longer be driven because of Mo An’s restlessness.
So I finally stepped on the brake and pulled the car to the side.
When I turned my head to look, I was stunned.
So this was what Mo An looked like while he was teasing me just now.
He had already taken off his shirt, and his good figure was revealed in its entirety—lean but not weak. His body was very white, with a certain part of his chest flushed red; small abdominal muscles and “mermaid lines” (V-cut) were presented in the air just like that.
Most importantly, Mo An was now looking at me with an aggrieved expression, as if he were accusing me. The signs of my initial anger were immediately extinguished.
Even so, I was still instinctively flying into a rage out of shame.
“I’m driving! What are you acting up for?”
Mo An froze for a second and didn’t speak.
Then, before I could react, he leaned in quickly and kissed my lips.
I was instantly petrified, frozen in my seat.
This is a man’s lips…
Before I could react, Mo An stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the gap of my lips.
Even though I really wanted to indulge, I also knew this was not okay.
So without a second word, I unbuckled my own belt, took someone’s hands—which had already wrapped around the back of my neck into my own.
Then, ignoring Mo An’s protests of “don’t want to,” I tied his hands up.
I said fiercely to Mo An, who was still restless and continuing to struggle: “Stop it…”
Then I quickly turned my head and drove home.
I didn’t know what would happen if I stayed in the small, enclosed space of the car with Mo An any longer.
Afterward, I pushed the car to an almost impossible speed, exerting immense self-control.
Even so, Mo An’s heavy breathing in the back seat continued to crash against my eardrums.
By the time I drove into my own garage, I discovered my back was soaked with sweat.
It was evident what a massive “devil’s trial” I had undergone.
I moved quickly to wrap Mo An in the quilt, helped him out of the car, and went into the house.
When I finally brought him inside, I tossed him onto the sofa.
At this point, I completely didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know what kind of drug Su Xiaoxiao had used or if there was an antidote.
Just as I was considering whether to call a hospital for a consultation, Mo An had already stood up.
Then he gave me a slightly smug wave of his hands.
Before I could understand, he had already closed in on me.
When I was kissed by him, I finally realized one thing.
When did he untie his own hands?
So that was the reason he had temporarily quieted down just now???
After that, I couldn’t think of anything else.
Because in my moment of distraction, Mo An had already entered my mouth.
I didn’t want to lie to myself anymore…
Because I found that Mo An’s kiss made him (me) very excited.
Coupled with Mo An’s hand that was constantly setting fires, I could no longer consider anything else.
And so we kissed together, even though I didn’t know what I would face next.
But I didn’t seem to regret it much; he quite liked this person, Mo An.
He had liked him since the first time he saw him. Those amber eyes were extremely beautiful, and this current dazed appearance made him very willing to indulge in it.
Everything afterward followed naturally. I clearly knew this was a proper man.
But I also took him based on instinct…