The amusement in his pupils, the flush at the corners of his eyes, the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose-Mo Yu etched every inch deep into his memory.
The man gripped Shen Ru's chin, abruptly tightening his hold.
But Shen Ru did not care in the slightest now. Compared with such minor bumps and bruises, the man's reaction interested him far more.
The man who had always remained so aloof, even while claiming to court him, was now experiencing unfamiliar emotions because of him.
That realization thrilled Shen Ru.
The young man curled his lips, smiling as he watched the subtle changes he had caused in the man's expression.
The two remained at an impasse for quite some time.
Shen Ru had fully recovered by now. He easily broke free of the man's restraint, then suddenly leaned closer.
His smiling crimson eyes regarded Mo Yu with an unreadable look. Under the man's gaze, his vivid lips pressed a light kiss to his chin.
"Good boy."
The man's breath caught.
Shen Ru's smile grew brighter. Both he and the man knew perfectly well that even a kiss as light as a feather could send a tremendous, violent tremor through their hearts.
The moment Mo Yu had spoken of courting him, he had lost the upper hand.
But Shen Ru did not mind indulging him a little.
"We both know this is fake, don't we?"
The young man's pale fingers were cool as they gently rubbed the spot his red lips had just touched. He drawled:
"Or is there something you can't tell me, President Mo?"
This was what Shen Ru really wanted to ask. If the process of mechanicalization was absolutely safe, the man would never have reacted that way. Even if possessiveness was to blame, his expression