Two hot-blooded men, doing this kind of thing was quite straightforward, without much foreplay, they went straight to the point.

Fortunately, Liang Qiuchi still had a bit of reason and timely held back Mo Xin, who was trying to forcefully sit down on him.

“Condom?” Liang Qiuchi asked.

Mo Xin’s ears turned red and he said, “You, you don’t like to use it, and we don’t have any at home.”

“What about lubricant?” Liang Qiuchi asked again, his fingers ambiguously tracing circles on Mo Xin’s butt.

Mo Xin was stirred up by him, and said perfunctorily, “We’re out.”

He then grabbed Liang Qiuchi’s erect organ nestled between his thighs and aimed at his entrance again, intending to try entering once more.

Liang Qiuchi quickly supported his butt, separating him a bit.

“What now?” Mo Xin frowned and asked.

“Afraid you’ll break me,” Liang Qiuchi lightly smacked his butt, “Where’s the bathroom on the first floor? Show me the way.”

“Then put me down first,” Mo Xin muttered.

“No, let’s go like this, you won’t fall,” Liang Qiuchi stood up holding him, and Mo Xin’s face turned even redder.

He was completely naked, legs sandwiched between the man’s lean and strong waist, arms around Liang Qiuchi’s neck, sticking to his ear to guide the way.

With each step Liang Qiuchi took, Mo Xin’s coccyx would gently rub against him, which felt embarrassing, so he buried his face deeper and his voice became quieter.

Completely devoid of the vigorous momentum from before.

“What’s wrong?” Liang Qiuchi lowered his head and lightly pecked Mo Xin’s flushed ear tip.

Mo Xin didn’t say anything, but turned his head to meet Liang Qiuchi’s kiss.

The two of them kissed as they reached the shower, and the gradually rising mist made their ambiguous gasps even wetter. Liang Qiuchi poured shower gel into his hand and slowly inserted his fingers into Mo Xin’s body, causing Mo Xin to instinctively clench his butt.

“Wait a minute.” Mo Xin was excited and nervous again, coupled with the effect of the shower, his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Liang Qiuchi noticed his abnormality and asked, “Still want to do it?”

How could they possibly back down at this point?

Mo Xin turned off the water flow, pulled Liang Qiuchi to the mirror next to them. This was their first time making love, and he wanted to watch Liang Qiuchi fuck him.

“Continue.”

Liang Qiuchi’s size was considerable. After fully erect, the tip of his organ slightly tilted upward, so when it penetrated, it felt particularly intense. Mo Xin bit his lip in pain, refusing to let out any moans. He stared at Liang Qiuchi in the mirror, seeing the veins on the hand gripping his butt tense, his organ, which had softened due to pain, slowly hardened again.

Liang Qiuchi wasn’t at ease either; Mo Xin was too tight, making him uncomfortable.

He endured the urge to thrust all the way in, gently caressing Mo Xin’s back and butt. When he relaxed a bit, he slowly explored Mo Xin’s entrance.

When he was fully inside, they both sighed in relief.

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t see, but he could feel Mo Xin’s tension. He reached out and touched Mo Xin’s semi-hard penis, asking, “Does it hurt?”

“No, faster.” Mo Xin urged, even moving his butt back slightly to meet him.

Cooperating with his rhythm, Liang Qiuchi began to fuck him.

At first, the pain was more obvious, but Liang Qiuchi’s slightly tilted organ accurately hit Mo Xin’s pleasure point with each thrust, and soon, the discomfort was replaced by waves of pleasure.

The thrusting became smoother, and Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but increase his strength and speed. The bathroom was filled with the sound of passionate physical impact, making hearts race.

Mo Xin stared at everything in the mirror with fascination, watching Liang Qiuchi’s organ pull out of him and then penetrate all the way in, filling him up so full, fucking him so deep.

While he obediently knelt in front of the mirror, lasciviously arching his butt to meet Liang Qiuchi’s organ.

Like a dog begging for sex.

Sensing his distraction, Liang Qiuchi suddenly leaned down, kissed his shoulder, and with a deep thrust, Mo Xin exclaimed and even convulsed, ejaculating onto the mirror.

He actually came from being fucked.

“Ah…” Before Mo Xin could recover from his climax, Liang Qiuchi started thrusting again. After more than a hundred thrusts, he pulled out and ejaculated onto Mo Xin’s back.

“Why not inside?” Mo Xin’s voice still carried a bit of hoarseness.

Liang Qiuchi smiled and patted his back. . “From your tone, it sounds like you’re a little regretful?”

It was quite regrettable. Compared to Mo Xin’s countless fantasies, this ending was not quite perfect enough.

“Remember to do it inside next time,” Mo Xin blushed and said softly, getting up and holding Liang Qiuchi’s hand, heading back to the shower under the sprinkler.

Perhaps maintaining the previous position for too long, Mo Xin’s legs were a bit numb now, so he leaned into Liang Qiuchi’s embrace, “Help me wash.”

Cool and lazy, indeed he had a kittenish temperament.

Liang Qiuchi smiled and agreed, taking the sponge to wash Mo Xin’s back. When his hand paused again, he felt a round scar the size of a coin below Mo Xin’s shoulder blade. He asked, “How did you get this scar?”

“It’s a scar from childhood, I don’t remember the specifics,” Mo Xin stood up straight, took the sponge from Liang Qiuchi’s hand, “It’s cold, hurry up and finish washing.”

He rinsed hastily a few times, then helped Liang Qiuchi put on his bathrobe before they returned to the upstairs bedroom for a nap.

Liang Qiuchi lay on the bed, touching the wound on his chest where the waterproof patch had been torn off, which was almost identical in shape to the scar on Mo Xin’s back. Combined with the vivid dream he had just had and the wanted order broadcasted on the radio, he was sure it was a gunshot wound.

Naturally, Mo Xin’s stories about the car accident, the company, and so on, should all be lies.

And if Mo Xin could take such risks, and had the ability to rescue him from the hands of the federal military, and remained unnoticed by the outside world for many days, then his identity must not be simple.

Thinking about it, Liang Qiuchi had a rough idea.

To confirm his thoughts, when Mo Xin’s breathing gradually slowed down, he quietly got out of bed and groped his way into the closet.

His fingers brushed over one piece of clothing after another, and soon, he found several metal objects on the shoulders of one of the garments, which he could tell were military insignias.

The same was true for the other clothes, all of them were standard military uniforms.

Judging from the style of the epaulets, Mo Xin’s rank was not low, which surprised Liang Qiuchi.

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly came Mo Xin’s clear and cold voice from behind. Liang Qiuchi collected his mind, and when he turned back, his face was calm.

“Awake? Come help me find pajamas.”

Mo Xin walked to his side, glimpsed at the military uniform, and couldn’t help but pause for a moment in his breath. He deliberately raised his hand and waved it in front of Liang Qiuchi’s eyes. Seeing no reaction from him, he let out a sigh of relief.

“In the future, ask me when you need something. What if your eyes get hurt?”

“Okay,” Liang Qiuchi smiled and agreed.

He returned to bed and closed his eyes, calming down, carefully recalling everything that had happened since waking up. If he was really the wanted target in the broadcast, and if Mo Xin was indeed working for the federal government as he suspected, then many things about his rescue made sense.

But why would Mo Xin take such a big risk and go against the Federation?

And why didn’t he tell the truth, was he afraid that Liang Qiuchi wouldn’t be able to rest assured?

And what crime had he committed to be relentlessly pursued by the Federation?

Liang Qiuchi tried to recall the past, but his mind was tangled with countless threads. When he tried to grasp one to sort out his thoughts, the harder he tried, the tighter the threads became, and he felt a splitting headache.

It seemed this matter couldn’t be rushed.

Fortunately, his eyes were slowly recovering, and he could now distinguish the rough outline of someone close in normal light, rather than just a dark blur as before.

He believed that he would fully recover his vision soon.

At that time, he would be able to see Mo Xin’s face clearly, which was at least a good thing.

Thinking of this, Liang Qiuchi’s mood lightened slightly.

Regardless, bodily sensations couldn’t deceive him. He enjoyed the intimate contact with Mo Xin and felt a strange familiarity. Perhaps if he could see Mo Xin’s face sooner, it might help him regain his memory.

So, a few days later, Liang Qiuchi seized an opportunity and told Mo Xin at the dining table that he wanted to see a doctor.

He didn’t really want to go out and cause trouble, he just wanted to use it as an excuse to test Mo Xin’s attitude.

Mo Xin paused with the knife in his hand and looked up at Liang Qiuchi, “Where does it hurt?”

“Want to check my eyes.” Liang Qiuchi said.

“Mm,” Mo Xin withdrew his gaze, continued spreading jam on the toast with the knife, and then covered it with another slice, handing it to Liang Qiuchi before saying, “The doctor said recovery takes time, don’t worry.”

Liang Qiuchi took hold of his wrist, saying, “I just want to see you sooner.”

The words were sweet, and Mo Xin couldn’t help but curl his lips, “There’s nothing worth seeing.”

“In that case, I should take a good look.” Liang Qiuchi knew this approach wouldn’t work, so he changed his reasoning, “Actually, my head has been aching these past two days, and occasionally I’ve had ringing in my ears. I’m afraid there might be other problems, so I want to get it checked out.”

“Why didn’t I hear you say that?” Mo Xin suppressed a smile, “Besides the ringing in your ears, any other symptoms?”

Liang Qiuchi decided to be more serious, “Last night I had palpitations and chest tightness.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Xin didn’t hesitate anymore, immediately calling for Vincent to find a doctor.

“Vincent, this kind of assistant who’s available 24/7, how much are you paying him?” Liang Qiuchi joked.

Mo Xin furrowed his brow, “You still have the mind to ask about this, looks like you’re not really sick.”

Liang Qiuchi chuckled and didn’t say anything more, focusing on eating his toast.

The attending doctor arrived quickly and conducted an examination for Liang Qiuchi with great caution. Mo Xin stood by the window with his arms crossed, watching coldly for a while before asking, “How is it?”

His sudden question startled the doctor, causing the small flashlight in his hand to fall.

The doctor quickly bent down to pick it up, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead in a panic, and replied, “Recovery is going well. The intracranial hematoma should be gradually absorbed. I believe it won’t be long before he recovers completely.”

“Why does he still have headaches and ringing in his ears and chest tightness?” Mo Xin asked.

“Well, um…” The doctor couldn’t come up with an answer, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Liang Qiuchi timely interjected, “Excuse me, Doctor, after the hematoma is completely absorbed, can memory be restored?”

The doctor glanced at Mo Xin’s grim face before turning to answer Liang Qiuchi, “If there are no other brain injuries, memory recovery should only be a matter of time. But if prolonged hematoma compression affects the brain nerves, then it’s hard to say.”

Liang Qiuchi nodded thoughtfully and asked again, “Would the same apply to vision?”

“Your eyes should be fine,” the doctor’s tone sounded confident, “Your pupillary light reflex is much better now than when you woke up…”

“Alright, you can leave now,” Mo Xin suddenly interrupted. The doctor dared not say more and almost fled the room.

Liang Qiuchi squinted slightly, seeing the seriousness on Mo Xin’s face in the beam of light by the window.

It seemed that his improvement didn’t make Mo Xin as happy as expected.

It was strange indeed.