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h again. She was truly born to do this. As it was time for Zhu Bingbing's scenes, Warmth took a break. Cai Xiaocheng brought her a bottle of ice-cold pure water.Gu Yiting and her assistant walked over...A city is a sleepless city, a place of dazzling lights and intoxicating revelry. As long as you have money, City A will absolutely welcome you and greet you in the most beautiful way. Whatever you want to play, there's something for you, and it won't disappoint you.

Mo Yao walked into a gay bar in the bustling downtown area of City A alone. It was a members-only establishment, and he had gotten his membership card by swiping it from a man outside. He successfully entered the bar.

This bar operates openly in the busiest district, not afraid of any inspections because it's owned by the second son of the Zhang family. Usually, the patrons here are all high-class individuals. This bar also provides the most beautiful male escorts for men to enjoy, at a hefty price.

Mo Yao had never been to such a place before. He had undergone the most rigorous training since childhood, and he loved his younger brother deeply. He was indifferent to women and men, having no connection with romantic pursuits. Except for Mo Xiaobai, no one in all these years had moved him. He had someone in his heart, so naturally, others couldn't get into his eyes. Why he was here, even he couldn't figure it out. Today was Ye Fei Mo's wedding.

Wedding...

He never expected to have a wedding in his lifetime, because that was impossible.

Perhaps something touched his heart, making him suddenly want to relax. Mo Chen always told him that there were bars like this in Rome, with good men too, but Mo Yao had never been.

He really wanted to know what this place was.

What is different from an ordinary bar

So, he walked in here.

In the dim light, two men danced on stage. One was tall and the other short. They waltzed gracefully, a sight that wasn't out of place; it just lacked the allure of having a woman.

The Midnight Bar was packed, the bar stools were full, the sofas were full, and there wasn't much space anywhere. A few pairs of men were flirting in the dimly lit corners of the bar, making Mo Yao feel a little disgusted. He suppressed the feeling in his heart. Luckily, two pairs of men just happened to sit at the next table over. Mo Yao sat down.

He thought the bar's dim lighting was a wise choice because the men here were really open. Just like the two men who had just left, they were playing 4p with the man at the next table. He saw their lip movements and it seemed like they wanted to do so, or swap partners. Mo Yao was even more disgusted and looked away. He didn't know that his appearance shocked every man in the bar. Mo Yao's appearance was top-notch, definitely a type you wouldn't forget at first glance. He looked exactly like Mo Ye, beautiful to the extreme, and with an absolute darkness and coldness about him. Such a man shouldn't be here, yet he seemed to belong. He was like a dark overlord, ruling everything under heaven. Everyone had to submit to him.

Such a man is beautiful, dangerously beautiful.

Every man in the bar who noticed him showed a lustful... yearning. Such a beautiful man, who wouldn't want to conquer him Just thinking about having him pinned beneath them made men restless with desire.

Mo Yao sat down for a moment and immediately felt malicious smiles coming from all around. A bartender approached him, asking what he wanted to drink. He was captivated by the scene and calmly said, "A whiskey."

As the younger brother went to pour wine, Mo Yao coldly felt the gazes cast upon him from all around. There was admiration, conquest, evil spirit, and even a predatory gleam in their eyes. A sneer curled his lips inwardly; he naturally knew that such a visage entering this kind of place would cause a stir. Everything unfolded as he had predicted.

The man at the next table seemed not to notice him, still playing together. Mo Yao could tell by their lip language that they had agreed to swap partners. One of the literati men looked unhappy and told the other man that they had been together for a year, and he was about to give him away. The other man replied, "We're all together to have fun, what does it matter It's good to try something fresh."

The man was unwilling, but he was rudely hoisted up by another man with a lewd sniffing of his chin.

Mo Yao looked on coldly, leaning back. This was the feeling that same-sex love gave people, it wouldn't last long, just playing around, casually exchanging partners, without a fixed partner. Outsiders held this attitude towards them, naturally they also attracted more attention.

Things are different domestically, as abroad they are more open. Many countries have passed same-sex marriage laws, so there's no aversion to it anymore. On the streets of Rome, you often see two men hugging and kissing, quite beautiful.

Mo Yao had once heard of this group, and he kept wondering if he belonged to it.

He said he didn't belong, but he didn't like men, he had no interest in other men at all. He said he didn't belong, the one he fell for was indeed a man. Mo Yao thought, perhaps he himself couldn't define himself either.

Why would someone need to define themselves Whether it's true or not, what does it matter to others He loves XiaoBai, and it doesn't affect anyone else. It's between him and XiaoBai; there's no need to bring him into this group. He doesn't feel aversion, he just feels indifferent.

Mo Yao sat for a while, then four men walked over and sat down opposite him without saying a word. Two of them sat beside him. One said, "What's your name Is this your first time here"

With a hint of sarcasm, Mo Yao remained unmoved. He coldly glanced at them a few times. All he wanted was to sit quietly by himself and not be disturbed, but this group of people seemed to lack tact.

Mo Yao possesses a unique charisma that people find irresistible. It's not his handsome appearance or commanding presence, but rather the alluring aura of restraint he exudes, captivating hearts like a forbidden fantasy. He's akin to a man in a uniform, evoking a sense of yearning and desire in those who behold him. The urge to conquer him consumes their thoughts, a thrill derived from possessing him while simultaneously resisting being possessed themselves.

This is the feeling that Mo Yao gives people, so beautiful, so youhuo.

When everyone saw that he wasn't speaking, another man introduced himself and asked him again. Mo Yao lightly spat out a word, "Get lost!"

Just one word, and it sent a chill down your spine, like falling into an ice cellar. There was a suffocating murderous aura surrounding him, so sharp that you didn't dare get close. Even the two men beside him couldn't help but step back, afraid to face him head-on.

Such a cool aura.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"We're here to relax and have fun, so why be so standoffish" another man said with a carefree laugh.ured and he didn't come to see her. Wu Shuang thought that Long Chengtian had no feelings for her at all, actually she didn't care much about him either, she just had a feeling, didn't want to play a...