ing his days listlessly. He rarely got sick, but when he did, it was severe. Bai Ye was very worried and just wanted to take him back to Riyadh. The familiar surroundings would allow Suman's health t...Time was passing by every second, the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it became. Mo Yao knew he didn't have much time to choose. What should he do with Xiaobai What should he do about himself Now Xiaobai resisted everything he did, even his rescue. Mo Yao was too worried that Xiaobai hadn't thought things through. Xiaobai's temper and circumstances... If he wasn't concerned, he would have let Mo Chen come, or Wushuang come. Then Xiaobai wouldn't resist.

Now Xiaobai doesn't want to see him, hates him, and wishes they would never interact again. He'd rather die than have him save him. It's just like the thoughts he always had in his heart: everyone else can scold me, but you can't. Everyone else can hit me, but you can't. Everyone should come to save me except you. Now that he has beaten him, he also feels that he doesn't deserve to save him anymore. From body to spirit, Xiaobai now rejects him completely.

Mo Yao was anxious, but helpless. Wushuang couldn't offer any good advice either. They both had no way to deal with the stubborn Xiaobai. He was truly willing to die together rather than follow Mo Yao.

Just like he knew he would definitely be sexually abused, he also recklessly mocked the man's younger brother, saying that the man was impotent. That's how naive he was. He didn't care about mutual destruction; he just wanted to feel comfortable in his heart.

Mo Yao looked at him sadly, but Xiaobai ignored him. He was no longer Xiaobai's brother.

He once said that you shouldn't consider him your brother anymore, and now this has come true. He truly doesn't treat him like a brother, not even a stranger.

"Little White…" Mo Yao was enduring immense pain. Little White ignored him. The smell of decay from the prison cell filled his nostrils, and there was also a foul odor on Little White's body, each scent a blade piercing his heart...

"If you don't leave, I'll really scream." Mo Xiaobai turned his gaze to Mo Yao, his eyes were cold and glittering like metal. "I'll scream, and we'll die together. I'll make sure you remember your debt to me until the end."

Mo Yao suddenly flung open his equipment bag. He went all out, since he wanted to die anyway, let's just die together. He pounced in front of Xiao Bai, clutching Xiao Bai's collar tightly. Xiao Bai's body instinctively resisted Mo Yao's touch. Firstly, Mo Yao had beaten him before. Psychologically, Xiao Bai rejected Mo Yao. Secondly, there were some unpleasant marks on his body, and he didn't want Mo Yao to see them and look down on him. Even though he knew Mo Yao already understood, he didn't want Mo Yao to see them, so Xiao Bai struggled desperately. Xiao Bai didn't have much strength left; with one last gasp, he collapsed. Mo Yao's simple treatment only allowed him to recover a little strength in the brief reprieve before death. His strength was negligible to Mo Yao, insignificant. Mo Yao gripped Xiao Bai's head, pressing him against the wall. Xiao Bai truly cried out, but Mo Yao covered his lips with his own...

To them, it wasn't a very beautiful kiss. Mo Yao finally kissed the lips he had longed for, tasting Xiaobai's flavor at last. He never imagined kissing Xiaobai in such a situation. Xiaobai, terrified, widened his eyes. Overwhelming fear caused hallucinations; the leader's face morphed into many faces, and laughter echoed around him. He remembered the first time they tried to assault him, on his fifth day there, tortured to the brink of death. He drew out a military bayonet from among them and plunged it viciously into his body. It wasn't suicide; he didn't want to die. He chose this way to resist. Xiaobai's hallucinations intensified, blurring who was kissing him. Only the forceful lips and strength sent a natural fear through him... struggling, muffled groans, screams - of course, he couldn't shout, his voice stuck in his throat. Xiaobai felt like his throat had been pierced; everything was shattered, the scene fragmented as well.

Mo Yao kissed him insistently, he didn't dare to go too far, only kissing his lips. Mo Xiaobai was already trembling in fear like this, he dared not take risks, otherwise he would accelerate Xiaobai's death...

Xiaobai was very off, terribly off. Generally speaking, few things could frighten him like this. Mo Yao knew that something must have happened in the past half month, something he didn't know yet, that had caused immense harm to Xiaobai's spirit and body. It wasn't sexual abuse, but something else, something he couldn't even fathom.

Xiao Bai's eyes were almost white with fear, his face contorted to the extreme. Mo Yao finally let go of him, biting gently on his lips as he softly soothed him, "Xiao Bai, it's me, it's your brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

He was breathing rapidly, his eyes wide, and hot air spewed from his nostrils. He clutched at his own throat with both hands. Mo Yao held his face, patiently and gently soothing his resistance. Xiaobai resisted all touch from anyone, and it wasn't just him.

"It was me..."

"Don't...touch me," he said, his voice trailing off. His knuckles were white, and Mo Yuan pressed down on the pain in his heart, saying forcefully, "Unless you come with me, I won't touch you."

“Go…” Mo Xiaobai panted, shaking his head frantically, waving his hands wildly, preventing Mo Yao from getting closer. Mo Yao once again held his face and kissed him, pressing against his lips, forcefully prying open his jaw, kissing every inch of skin in his mouth with passion. The taste wasn't good; he had been kept here for ten days, and the kiss was bitter and bloody. But this was the first time in his life that he felt such satisfaction and excitement when kissing someone he loved. Mo Xiaobai still resisted. He was almost rigid. This kind of touch made him feel more comfortable, even calmer than just kissing his lips. He didn't have the same fear as before. For a moment, Mo Yao couldn't figure out why, vaguely having a terrible awareness, but ignoring it at this moment. All he wanted to do was take Xiaobai out and talk later.

Their kiss was almost one person forcing and the other terrified resisting, accepting, then resisting again, accepting... There was no sweetness of love between them. Whether it was Xiaobai or Moyao, for Xiaobai, any physical contact at this time was terrifying.

Xiao Bai pushed him hard.

Xiaobai pushed him hard, his knuckles turning white. He had no strength to push away Mo Yao, but Mo Yao just looked at him, without kissing him again. Xiaobai's vision was blurring badly; Mo Yao's face transformed into some terrifying object in his eyes. Xiaobai almost screamed in terror, "Don't touch me, dirty...dirty..."

Mo Yao obviously misunderstood Xiaobai, thinking he was sarcastically saying he was dirty. Mo Yao felt a surge of anger and kissed him fiercely. He wasn't dirty, not at all. Xiaobai was terrified. Mo Yao's kiss trailed from his lips to his earlobe, "Xiaobai, you're not dirty, I love you, do you know how much I love you..."t as glass. He looked like a demon in white, shaking its devilish wings. At that moment, under the light, the young man's image was tall, intimidating, majestic, and inviolable. He suddenly moved his...