The eerie scene ended when the singing began.
Unfortunately, Shen Ru was the only one who remembered the farce.
Shen Ru hadn't noticed anything unusual before, but this time, the illusion and reality not only felt starkly disconnected, they also seemed inextricably linked.
By the time he emerged from the illusion, daylight had broken.
Shen Ru briefly recounted what had happened in the illusion to the others, paying particular attention to the entire process of President Mo deigning to dig out human tissue.
The young man gave Mo Yu a faint, beguiling smile. "You're not angry, are you, President Mo?"
After all, Mo Yu no longer remembered what had happened in the illusion. By casually recounting it in front of everyone, Shen Ru had embarrassed him all over again.
Mo Yu said nothing, merely regarding Shen Ru with an unfathomable gaze. Just as Sheng Ziyao thought his boss was about to lose his temper, the man suddenly laughed.
"Quite the opposite."
A wicked, sexy curve lifted the corners of his lips, and a trace of regret colored his deep voice.
"I'm sorry I don't remember something so entertaining."
The faint morning light illuminated the holy Church. Dust motes glittered in the light, and the cross on the man's chest shone with a cold, sacred gleam.
Before the solemn cross, the priest spoke devoutly.
"After all, I'm hopelessly devoted to you."
Shen Ru raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly satisfied. "You certainly have a silver tongue, President Mo."
As though he couldn't hear the sarcasm in the young man's words, Mo Yu accepted the remark with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment."
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[Yes, yes, yes! Nothing matters more than you two living happily together!!!]
[Aaaaaah, hearing President Mo say that while dressed as a priest hit me