ey once, stating that 90% of men in City A chose Han Bi as their dream lover.Once, a very influential scholar in the literary world said that it was very easy to fall in love with a woman like Han Bi....Mo Xiaobai's charm swept the entire audience, causing an uproar that was absolutely explosive. The roars of hundreds of people almost shook the crystal chandeliers on the roof, deafeningly loud. Even so, no one frantically rushed forward to hug Mo Xiaobai or kiss him. For them, this was a very special phenomenon because they had reserved this moment for Mo Yao. It was clear to everyone that the two songs Mo Xiaobai sang were dedicated to Mo Yao. Therefore, the right to embrace and kiss naturally belonged to Mo Yao. They held back their frenzy, but their eyes, like wolves, stared at Mo Yao, roaring for him to go past and kiss and hug his prince.

It was indeed a prince, with such deep affection, such tenderness, such peerless elegance, such irresistible charm, as if all the best adjectives were insufficient to describe the aura he exuded.

Madness.

The girl in the bar was screaming hysterically, waving her arms frantically at Mo Yuan, urging him to get on stage. The chaotic atmosphere intimidated Mo Yuan, who was usually calm and quiet. Such fervent passion was truly overwhelming.

As if being infected by such fervent heat, Mo Xiaobai watched him with a smile, calm and quiet, as if truly a prince of boundless elegance, waiting for his beloved to arrive, just like the lyrics he had rewritten.

I swear, I love you, my beloved.

His eyes, so bright and full of love, seemed to promise happiness and joy for a lifetime if he just came closer. There would be no more worries.

Mo Yao was very troubled, he was Mo Xiaobai's older brother.

Several daring women came over, pushing the dazed Mo Yao onto the stage. At this moment, he didn't have a shred of imperial aura; he seemed like a pure innocent, being pushed onto the stage by a bunch of crazed girls.

Such a fiery atmosphere made Mo Yao feel out of place. He was used to gunfire and bullets, not this bright light shining on him, which made him very uncomfortable. But he was already standing on stage, unable to either stay or leave.

Mo Xiaobai slowly got up and stood in front of him. Strictly speaking, Mo Xiaobai was two centimeters taller than Mo Yao, but this slight height difference wasn't noticeable at all when they stood together; they were almost the same height. However, with such a posture, Mo Yao felt like he had to look up. Mo Xiaobai tonight was unexpected; he couldn't have imagined that Mo Xiaobai would perform such a powerful song on stage.

If you confess with a love song, so straightforward, so naked, he has nowhere to run, only able to draw a boundary for himself, trapped within a foot.

"Kiss, kiss..."

"kiss……”

"kiss……”

Below, both girls and boys shouted crazily. Generally, most people who come to bars are young people, so the atmosphere is very lively. This kind of cheering naturally gets a response from everyone. The main thing is Mo Xiaobai's identity! He is a prominent figure under the spotlight, and this public peek into his private life makes them crazy, and they even more want to witness their relationship.

They just look so well-matched, it's hard to imagine Mo Xiaobai with anyone else, a woman or a man. It's also hard to imagine anyone else besides Mo Xiaobai by Mo Yao's side.

They carry a very palpable sense of belonging to each other, making it impossible not to link them together.

Mo Yao's ears were red, hundreds of people shouting "kiss", the sound was quite a sight. People from nearby bars came out to see what was happening. Luckily it was a members-only place, so there wasn't too much trouble.

The stage lights were too intense, or maybe it was just Mo Xiaobai's gaze that was burning with heat. Mo Yao felt sweat on his palms and back, and a blush slowly crept up his cheeks.

the music of iswear once again filled the air, raising the already fervent atmosphere even higher.

Below, both men and women shouted wildly for a kiss, very orderly. Mo Xiaobai smiled and looked at Mo Yao, his lips curved in a smirk that was neither a smile nor a frown, with a cunning glint in his eyes, like a fox, "Brother, did you hear my heart's voice"

Mo Yao was speechless. Mo Xiaobai seemed to think it wasn't stimulating enough and wanted to further provoke Mo Yao, slowly opening his mouth, "iloveyoouch."

Mo Yao felt as if he was being burned by flames, his blood boiling. The people below heard his confession and screamed even more crazily. Mo Xiaobai smiled, "It seems my brother is shy, so I won't make things difficult for him."

Mo Xiaobai said this, Mo Yao let out a sigh of relief, only feeling that even if Mo Xiaobai was crazy, there should be a limit. In such a public place, it was too unbelievable. Who knew that Mo Xiaobai would take a step forward and suddenly hug him in his arms, grabbing the back of his head and kissing his lips.

What he said wasn't difficult, it was just that he didn't take the initiative to approach Mo Yao. He took the initiative to kiss Mo Yao.

For a moment, Mo Yao's mind went blank.

This feeling was too intense. They weren't strangers to kissing; they had kissed in hotels, in movie theaters, and those kisses were passionate, but nothing compared to this one. Witnessing two men kiss so fiercely with such a French-style intensity was electrifying. The crowd below erupted into a frenzy, their voices screaming until hoarse.

That's too high.

Mo Xiaobai's nimble tongue slipped into his lips, pressing against his tongue and sweeping over every inch of his skin, like a wild beast fiercely claiming its territory. This was a kiss filled with an unusual possessiveness, intense and domineering, as if trying to imprint his breath and scent onto that person's heart.

Accompanied by screams below, waves of heat surged and the tide swelled.

Mò Yuān only felt dizzy. He wasn't used to such high-profile expressions of love, nor was he used to being watched and kissed like this. He preferred a quiet world for just the two of them. Under the gaze of so many people, if they were all enemies, Mò Yuān would remain impassive and take them down one by one, leaving no survivors. But these were all passionate young men and women, their passion and pure eyes made it difficult for him to face them. So he fell back step by step in front of Mò Xiǎobái, completely losing the initiative to Mò Xiǎobái.

Therefore, people with thin skin always lose out when facing those with thick skin.

In a daze, Mo Yao really wanted to push away Mo Xiaobai, but the waves below kept surging over. The stage lights were too hot, making him feel sluggish. He had a question though, if he pushed Mo Xiaobai away now, would the men and women below rush to strip him naked and send him straight to Mo Xiaobai, or would they just mail himd a complex web of relationships between celebrities and several prominent bachelors in City A, painting a picture of scandalous and entangled affairs. Both sides mobilized their fan armies, leading t...