Intimate Moments and the Looming Separation

Three days later, Chen and Mo returned home together.

Locking the door, Chen threw the luggage on the ground and then hugged Mo. They looked at each other for a while. Not knowing who started it first, their lips met, and then it seemed they couldn't part.

"...Gently... Chen... A little... more gently..." Mo moaned in a low voice.

"Xiaomo... Xiaomo... I missed you so much..."

Ding - dong.

Ding - dong, ding - dong.

"...Chen, there's someone..." Mo murmured.

"...We're not at home today." Chen hugged Mo in his arms again and took the opportunity to kiss him again. "There are only three days left. I want you to remember me well..."

"...Okay."

"Chen... I'm a bit thirsty..." Mo's voice was a bit hoarse.

"...Huh?" Chen replied vaguely, as if still in a dream.

"Could you get me some water..." Mo gently pushed the man hugging him.

"...Okay, sure... Water!" Gathering his spirit with great effort, Chen got out of bed and stumbled out of the bedroom.

Mo, on the other hand, dozed off for a while and was then woken up by Chen's kiss when he came back.

The slightly warm and sweet water was fed into his mouth, and then the familiar weight pressed down on him.

"The water is back..."

"...Let me drink first... Oh... Damn it!"

A bit annoyed, Mo punched Chen's back.

"Hit me gently, my little baby. I'm already very weak." Chen feigned a sickly tone.

"Then you... Oh, damn it... Damn it..." With the passion Chen poured in, after a few deep breaths, Mo's words gradually became incoherent.

"Little baby... My Xiaomo... My own Xiaomo..." Chen murmured.

"Is it okay..." Chen gently stroked him.

"I almost lost my breath." In Chen's arms, Mo murmured in complaint.

Indeed, he was extremely thirsty and had accompanied Chen twice. He almost fainted.

If Chen hadn't finally noticed that his face didn't look right and quickly poured several large pots of water for him, he might have become the first person in history to die of dehydration in bed.

"Sorry, sorry. Because Xiaomo is really too charming. Hmm?" Chen's chin gently rubbed against Mo's cheek.

This time, it was the sound of the phone.

"...There's a phone call..."

"Don't mind it. We're not here." Chen smiled gently.

"...Do you... still want to?" Mo asked in a low voice with a bit of hesitation.

"Xiaomo... I didn't expect you..." It seemed to be a tone full of emotion?

"I'm just asking out of kindness because you look like you're starving for it! " Mo lightly punched Chen's chest without any real force, looking unhappy.

"Pfft... I know, I know. My Xiaomo is the kindest..." Chen laughed in a low voice and then lowered his head, whispering softly in his ear.

"However... After being scared by you just now, my legs are weak, and I don't have the strength anymore..."

Seeing that the earlobe in front of him seemed to turn slightly red, Chen playfully bit it gently.

"Wait a moment. I'll accompany you in a different way..." Before Mo could react, Chen had already gotten under the quilt.

"You... Um, you're so bad... Um..." Mo gently bit his lip. However, he could only grab the two sides of the pillow and moan helplessly.

"...Xiaomo? Are you asleep or what?" Chen gently patted Mo's cheek.

The phone rang again.

Mo, who had his eyes closed, opened a thin slit with difficulty. "I'm sleeping..."

Boop!

Exaggeratedly, Chen kissed his cheek heavily.

"Xiaomo, how about it? Is my technique good?"

"Good..." However, after his eyelashes fluttered weakly a few times, Mo closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

"Sigh. You have no sincerity at all." Lying back beside him, Chen hugged him again, buried his head in Mo's hair, and also fell into a deep sleep.

The phone rang again.

Opening his eyes, Mo yawned gently and then pushed Chen's chest.

"Chen, the phone."

"...Mmm, you're awake... Let's do it again..." Chen, still groggy, tried to climb on top of Mo again.

"Do what? Seriously, you can't even open your eyes, and you still want to?" Mo scolded with a smile.

"Mmm... Xiaomo..." Chen rubbed his head against Mo's body.

"Chen... Sigh, don't sleep. The phone is ringing. Go and answer it." Mo pushed Chen's head, which felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

"I'm not going. I'm exhausted..." Chen murmured in complaint.

"Hey... I'm more tired than you." Mo murmured in complaint. However, seeing that Chen started to settle down, he was probably going to fall asleep again.

"Really... Ah, right..." Mo quickly checked Chen's left wrist.

...Great. It wasn't injured... Mo let out a sigh of relief. Although they had been as careful as possible, sometimes... Well... It was hard to say...

Looking at Chen clinging to him, Mo even gave up the idea of getting up to answer the phone.

First, he couldn't push him away, and second... He also wanted to just hold him quietly like this...

"Xiaomo, Xiaomo? Have you had enough sleep?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Chen, full of energy, staring at him.

With a look like that of a lecherous wolf.

...He really is... Sigh, forget it...