Chapter 962: You'd Better Keep Pretending for a Lifetime

“Hmm?”

“Are all the fragments after getting drunk real?”

Mo Tingshen caressed her lips, slowly moving from the left corner to the right, not even leaving out her lip bead.

His fingertips had a thin callus, making Chu Yao feel a bit ticklish.

She opened her mouth and bit.

“Hiss—”

Mo Tingshen squinted deeply, pressing down on the tip of her tongue with his finger, and said angrily, “Hide well, you’d better keep pretending for a lifetime.”

Chu Yao felt her jaw hurting.

She released her mouth, pulled down the pillow to rest her face.

Mo Tingshen withdrew his hand and continued to massage her leg.

He had massaged her many times, occasionally earning a perfunctory thank you, followed by a “brother,” which would soften his temper completely.

But most of the time she accepted it willingly, stubbornly never asking him to stop, not caring if his hands got sore.

The lights were dimmed, Chu Yao started snoring, and Mo Tingshen noticed she had fallen asleep.

He promised not to massage her waist, but ended up doing it after she fell asleep, and for quite a while.

He was shirtless, his pores contracted from the cold, and his skin glistened under the light, giving off a cold white hue.

Mo Tingshen got up, tucked her legs back under the blanket, grabbed the coat on the sofa, and even closed the door softly as he left.

In bed, Chu Yao’s eyelashes trembled, she turned over, her face towards the side.

Mo Tingshen sat on the bench smoking.

After two cigarettes burned out, he saw a strikingly tall figure.

“Yo.”

His lips slowly curved up, “Here for a long-distance delivery again?”

Bo Yanching paused his steps, walked over sideways, towering above him, “Dispelling loneliness?”

Mo Tingshen raised a finger, not pointing at Bo Yanching, but upwards, then bent his knuckle halfway to press down, “Don’t stand there looking down on brother, this angle is not comfortable for brother.”

Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, “I’ll get some cards for you to choose from, you just pull your pants down, I’ll cover the bill, just consider it my treat.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled, “Chu Yao fell asleep in my room.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows raised slightly.

He was originally anxious.

Suddenly, he wasn’t.

He even sat down, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, “No wonder, you ran outside playing ghost at night, did she give you a hard time again?”

“She’s never given me a good face.”

Mo Tingshen turned his head, his half-curled hand pressing against his lips, “Except when she’s drunk.”

“Didn’t hit you?”

Mo Tingshen let out a light hiss, “Why are your words so punchable, what are you doing here?”

“Came to mediate, with legitimate reasons.” Bo Yanching’s tone had no trace of teasing.

Yet, whether the words were dissected or combined, they sounded somehow ridiculous.

Mo Tingshen genuinely laughed out loud, “Aren’t you shameless, you use a brother like this?”

Bo Yanching gave him a peculiar look, “If brothers aren’t for using, are they for intimacy?

Doesn’t that disgust you.”

“How does disgust have anything to do with me, I honestly—”

Mo Tingshen was incredibly vexed, insult about to spill from his lips, yet he swallowed it back, “Go, go, go, find your Jiaojiao, it’s almost dawn and you’re here bothering me.”

Bo Yanching only took two puffs of his cigarette before snuffing it out.

He didn’t care about wasting it, but mainly lost interest without any drama to watch while smoking.

“Really not wanting any cards?”

Mo Tingshen kicked at him.

Bo Yanching easily dodged.

Smiling with a particular mischief.

Mo Tingshen reminded, “Be careful when you push the door, Jiaojiao left a knife at the entrance.”