The two walked hand in hand through the vegetable garden and headed in the direction of the shooting range.

After walking silently for dozens of meters, Mo Xin finally couldn’t help but pinch Liang Qiuchi’s knuckles. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

Liang Qiuchi pointed to the venue they had just passed by. “There’s a billiards room in there. Want to play?”

“You know I’m not talking about that,” Mo Xin said, looking at him steadily.

Liang Qiuchi stopped and looked at him with a smile. “What do you want to say?”

Mo Xin asked him, “If you had known early on that my brother represents the Danga State government, would you still have brought him to see Pei Ji?”

At present, it was a sensitive period of transition between old and new government officials. Visiting as an individual and visiting as a representative of a state government had vastly different meanings.

Liang Qiuchi understood this point well.

But he also understood that even without him, with Mo Qi’s connections, he would eventually find his way here.

“Your brother…” Liang Qiuchi paused, pondered his words for a moment, and then said, “He’s ambitious and has aspirations, with strong execution capabilities. It’s a good thing to get out of the murky environment of the Federation early.”

Mo Xin remained silent.

They both knew what it would mean once Danga and Lugo joined forces.

Suddenly, Liang Qiuchi let go of Mo Xin’s hand and instead put his hand on top of his head, gently rubbing it.

“The way the Federation is developing, disintegration is inevitable sooner or later. The trend of the times cannot be changed by our individual efforts.”

Mo Xin looked up at him. “So, do you plan to continue serving Lugo?”

Liang Qiuchi shook his head. Over the past few years, he had been running around and exhausting himself physically and mentally. “I want to rest properly and live as an ordinary person,” he said, ruffling Mo Xin’s hair again. “What about you?”

“Of course, I’ll go with you,” Mo Xin said with a naturally determined expression. He had never thought of having a second choice.

His first choice was always Liang Qiuchi.

“What if your brother wants you to return to Danga to help him?” Liang Qiuchi asked again.

Mo Xin remained firm. “Wherever you go, I’ll go.”

His dark and shiny eyes were filled with love, and being stared at by such beautiful eyes, made Liang Quichi feel fulfilled.

Loving someone deeply is truly touching.

In the distance, a patrol of soldiers was marching towards them, but Liang Qiuchi still reached out and embraced him, lowering his head to kiss him on the forehead.

“Do you really like me this much?”

“Yes,” Mo Xin hugged him back, “I like you incomparably.”

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but want to kiss him.

Mo Xin hooked his neck and tenderly kissed him back as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

As the patrol approached, seeing their leader embracing and kissing a man, they couldn’t help but take a second look.

But when they saw that man suddenly lift his eyelids and glance in their direction, although it seemed casual, his gaze felt sharp and intimidating.

The leading soldier unconsciously quickened his pace, leading the team to swiftly move away.

Liang Qiuchi smiled as he held Mo Xin’s cheek and lightly nibbled on his lips, “Let’s go.”

Mo Xin was still not satisfied, so he pulled Liang Qiuchi into another passionate kiss before reluctantly letting him go, continuing to walk towards the shooting range together.

“Do you still want to compete?” Liang Qiuchi picked up a handgun and casually fired two shots at the target, with the bullet holes just a few millimeters apart.

Mo Xin naturally wanted to.

Back when they were in military school, Liang Qiuchi excelled in almost everything, but they were evenly matched in shooting.

Now, eight years later, he wanted to see who was truly superior between them.

“Let’s shoot at moving targets this time, and we’ll count the score based on the number of bullets left in the magazine.”

While Liang Qiuchi was talking, Mo Xin had already fired three shots, all hitting the bullseye.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Liang Qiuchi gradually became more affectionate.

Under his gaze, Mo Xin achieved a terrifying score of 118 rings.

He put down the gun and looked at Liang Qiuchi with a rare hint of pride on his face. “I could have scored a perfect 120 if it weren’t for you.”

Liang Qiuchi chuckled as he loaded the 12-round magazine, “Blame me? How so?”

“You distracted me with your gaze, affecting my performance,” Mo Xin complained.

Liang Qiuchi’s smile grew wider, “Well, then you can distract me too.”

As Mo Xin approached, Liang Qiuchi’s upright stance while shooting reminded him of their first competition together—the sight of Liang Qiuchi running on the track like a graceful and agile cheetah, free-spirited and captivating.

Eight years later, he still made Mo Xin’s heart race.

Mo Xin came up behind Liang Qiuchi and wrapped his hands around his strong and muscular waist.

Liang Qiuchi just smiled and didn’t stop him, keeping his right hand steady on the gun.

Mo Xin rested his chin on Liang Qiuchi’s shoulder, his gaze casually sweeping across the shooting range, but his left hand was not behaving itself. Between two shots, it had slipped into Liang Qiuchi’s flat abdomen under his clothes.

The regular rhythm of gunfire was interrupted by his little movements, and Mo Xin heard Liang Qiuchi sigh indulgently.

“Eight rings,” Mo Xin kindly reminded him, “If you stray off target again, you lose.”

Finally, Liang Qiuchi took his restless hand out and instead pulled Mo Xin closer, wrapping his arm around him tightly, “Behave.”

Mo Xin deliberately spread his legs apart, hooking Liang Qiuchi’s thigh, “You said I could distract you.”

Liang Qiuchi lowered his eyelids slightly, the shadow cast by his thick eyelashes adding a hint of dangerous desire to his eyes.

But Mo Xin wasn’t afraid; he was a born adventurer.

He grabbed Liang Qiuchi’s hand holding the gun, his fingers touching the trigger, and with a little force, there was a “bang” as the gun fired. He looked at Liang Qiuchi with a satisfied smirk.

“Off target, you lose.”

“Yeah, I lost.” Liang Qiuchi suddenly tightened his left arm, forcing Mo Xin to press even closer to him.

He nodded slightly, as if he was going to kiss Mo Xin, but as Mo Xin leaned in, he slightly turned his head to avoid his lips.

“You cheated just now,” Liang Qiuchi said hoarsely, his gaze tracing Mo Xin’s features at close range.

“Yeah, what’s my punishment?” He hooked Liang Qiuchi’s neck, persistently trying to kiss him again.

Liang Qiuchi gently pushed Mo Xin’s chin away with his forehead, shaking his head disapprovingly, “Your punishment is that you’re not allowed to kiss me.”

But his nose kept teasing Mo Xin’s nose and cheeks.

Mo Xin was ignited with desire, wanting to be more forceful, so he grabbed the back of Liang Qiuchi’s head and neck, not allowing him to move so that he could kiss to his heart’s content.

But Liang Qiuchi was one step ahead, gently pressing his big hand against Mo Xin’s neck, which was raised high in anticipation of a kiss.

And the gun held in his palm was now resting horizontally against the soft curve of Mo Xin’s throat.

“Ge…” Mo Xin’s desire burned hotter and hotter in his eyes, and his hand even tried to sneak into Liang Qiuchi’s pants.

Liang Qiuchi exerted a little force, forcing Mo Xin to raise his chin even higher. Then he calmly lowered his head to kiss Mo Xin’s neck, which was pressed against the barrel of the gun.

The lingering smell of gunpowder around his nose stimulated Mo Xin even more.

He hugged Liang Qiuchi’s broad shoulders, unwilling to let him go.

Liang Qiuchi suddenly looked at him and, at the same time, withdrew the hand holding the gun. Under Mo Xin’s gaze, he used one hand to remove the magazine from the gun.

Amidst the crisp sound of bullets falling to the ground one by one, Liang Qiuchi pressed the still warm barrel of the gun against Mo Xin’s waist, then slowly moved it downwards.

“Here is where I want to aim.”

Mo Xin was stunned for a moment before he realized what Liang Qiuchi meant.

The slightly warm barrel was much harder than Liang Qiuchi’s fingers, not as gentle as the caress between lovers, but the rough and hard touch made his skin involuntarily shiver.

He experienced a different kind of excitement and stimulation.

He liked the gentle Liang Qiuchi but also admired this dominant side of Liang Qiuchi.

Liang Qiuchi lightly scraped Mo Xin’s belly button with the muzzle of the gun, “Take off your pants.”

Blushing, Mo Xin cooperated and unbuttoned his pants. Under Liang Qiuchi’s hot gaze, he exposed his already erect penis.

He leaned against the partition between the shooting stalls, reached out to grab Liang Qiuchi’s hand holding the gun, and let the gradually cooling barrel press against his slowly warming penis.

His face was now flushed, and he asked softly, “And then?”

Liang Qiuchi stepped forward, squeezed his legs between Mo Xin’s, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered, “What do you think?”

He continuously teased Mo Xin’s erect penis with the gun barrel. Each time he teased, the still erect flesh-colored shaft would slap against Mo Xin’s lower abdomen.

Rather than soothing, it was more like a tease.

Mo Xin longed for Liang Qiuchi to grip him, wanted him to take him into his mouth, and even more wanted Liang Qiuchi to spread his legs and penetrate him forcefully.

But Liang Qiuchi, for the sake of “punishment,” refused to touch him more.

Mo Xin could only blush and spread his legs wider, almost pressing his whole body against Liang Qiuchi’s, continuously rubbing his penis against the thick, hard gun in Liang Qiuchi’s hand.

“Quichi ge…”

He kept calling Liang Qiuchi’s name, trying to persuade him.

But Liang Qiuchi only gave him a teasing kiss, landing on his sensitive earlobe and neck. Mo Xin’s breathing became rapid, and he eagerly held Liang Quichi’s face, looking at him with longing eyes.

“Ge, help me.”

“What do you want me to do?” Liang Qiuchi rubbed his nose against Mo Xin’s cheek, “Just say it.”

Mo Xin’s eyelids drooped slightly, trying to avoid eye contact with him, but Liang Qiuchi’s breath, gaze, and occasional kisses created a sweet net that enveloped him from all sides.

He had nowhere to escape.

He could only grit his teeth and push his erect penis into Liang Qiuchi’s palm.

“Help me cum.”

He heard Liang Qiuchi chuckle lightly.

Then, the lower part of his body was held, and the barrel pressed tightly against his sizable penis as Liang Qiuchi wrapped his fingers around it.

With the up and down movements, the hard barrel and Liang Qiuchi’s warm, dry palm rubbed against his shaft incessantly.

Under the double stimulation, Mo Xin couldn’t hold on for more than three minutes.

Most of the cum shot into Liang Qiuchi’s hand, wetting his lower abdomen and the gun barrel.

“So much,” Liang Qiuchi said as he let Mo Xin lean against him, smearing the semen from his palm onto the gun barrel under Mo Xin’s gaze.

The more Mo Xin looked, the redder his face became. Just as he was about to turn away, Liang Qiuchi pressed his waist and made him half-lie on the partition.

He cooperatively lowered his waist, raised his ass, and Liang Qiuchi’s slightly warm fingertips entered his body.

Mo Xin frowned slightly and “hmmed” as Liang Qiuchi’s invading and expanding fingers immediately eased up.

He propped himself up on the partition, took a few steps back, and buried his head in his arms, saying in a strained voice, “Come on, fuck me.”

After saying that, he closed his eyes, eagerly awaiting Liang Qiuchi’s penetration.

However, instead of hearing the sound of Liang Qiuchi unbuckling his belt, Mo Xin felt the slightly cool barrel pressing against his coccyx, causing him to tremble.

Then, the highly noticeable barrel slid along his groin towards his softened entrance, and Mo Xin couldn’t help but glance back, his voice becoming hoarse, “Don’t…”

Before he could finish his protest, Liang Qiuchi had already inserted the semen-covered barrel mercilessly into his entrance.

“Ah… fuck!” Mo Xin rarely cursed, then the curse changed into a more enticing moan and gasp.

The rough barrel scraped against the soft flesh inside his entrance, inching deeper and deeper, a process that Mo Xin keenly felt.

Even the subtle grooves carved on the barrel were captured by his sensitive flesh.

His body tensed up, and Liang Qiuchi lifted his shirt, admiring Mo Xin’s arched backline like that of a leopard.

“Does it hurt?” Liang Qiuchi massaged Mo Xin’s butt with one hand and slowly pulled out the barrel with the other.

Mo Xin didn’t answer, just moved his legs restlessly, seeming to want to sit up straight.

Liang Qiuchi pressed down on his shoulder blades, making him lie back down.

“Don’t move.” Liang Qiuchi leaned over, kissed a scar on Mo Xin’s side, and at the same time, slowly inserted the barrel again. Mo Xin’s whole body trembled lightly as if shocked.

“Found it,” Liang Qiuchi quickly tapped the trigger on the barrel a few times, “The bullseye.”

“Ah… Ge…”

Mo Xin arched his back, his legs weakening, trying to avoid the intense stimulation from the barrel in his ass, but Liang Qiuchi hugged his waist tightly, not allowing him to move. He could only bite his lip and passively endure being manipulated by a gun.

His entrance had been softened by the thick, hard barrel. With each thrust, he could even hear the lascivious sound of fluids overflowing.

Liang Qiuchi held the gun butt, and as the barrel entered Mo Xin’s entrance, the trigger hit Mo Xin’s dangling balls one after another, shaking it gently, along with the penis in front that had been hardened by penetration.

“Baby, you’re so slutty like this.” Liang Qiuchi half-lay behind him, holding his slender waist with one hand, “Do you want to cum again?”

Mo Xin, already a bit disoriented, softly responded with a “Hmm” and kept calling Liang Qiuchi’s name.

Liang Qiuchi was aroused by his response. After Mo Xin ejaculated again, he finally pulled the dripping wet gun from Mo Xin’s tightly clenched entrance.

He unzipped his pants, took out his already stiff and swollen member, and without hesitation, thrust it into Mo Xin’s still pulsating opening, still recovering from the climax.

Both of them sighed in relief.

Liang Qiuchi lifted his shirt, his mouth holding the hem, his hands clasping Mo Xin’s hips, and then he began a vigorous and intense thrusting.

Mo Xin’s already sensitive body experienced another convulsive climax under the heated pounding of their sex.

Waves of pleasure overwhelmed him, eventually drowning out his rationality.

He moaned loudly, swaying his hips to meet Liang Qiuchi’s thrusts, trembling under Liang Qiuchi’s hips, begging for mercy, and then squeezing his member tighter.