[BL] I Only Like Your Face

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UPLOADER'S NOTE:

Because this is MTL, there are a lot of mistakes in translaion esp the name.

I'm just gonna put it down here:

Han Shaoyang/Shaofang = Han Shaozhou

Brother Yang/Fang = Brother Zhou

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"I Only Like Your Face" Chapter 89

There is only one step between risking your life and not giving up your life. People who cherish their lives and care about them will never do such risky things.

　Although Han Shaofang had lingering fears about Mo Ming's behavior, he didn't feel that Mo Ming had any deep understanding of the matter. He only felt Mo Ming's desperate drive to do things.

　The last time he felt like this was when he was inquiring about Mo Ming's past in that small county town.

　For those who have no worries, they can live their best life or risk their lives without hesitation. He doesn't know what is worthy of Mo Ming taking such a risk, but he confirms that Mo Ming did not do this for the sake of his own safety. Leaving some escape route for himself was different from how he dealt with Shen Qian's group. He was risking his life tonight.

　If he slipped and fell, he would be dead without even a cry for help...

　Feeling the cold air on the side, Mo Ming shrank his neck and hid half of his face in the water.

　Han Shaofang stood up and left the bathroom. He left so fast that Mo Ming didn't see Han Shaofang's expression clearly. He only looked at his back and felt that he was angry.

　He seemed very angry...

　"Thank you just now..."

　Mo Ming said softly to Han Shaoyang's back as he was about to go out.

　Han Shaofeng ignored him and took Mo Ming's clothes out when he left, leaving no underwear behind.

　After a while, Mo Ming came out from the bath. He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his tight upper body was naked. The misty heat was coming out, like a piece of freshly baked snow-white glutinous rice. He looked at the chest and leaned against it. The man in front of the bedside table clenched his hands on his chest with nowhere to rest. Mo Ming asked in a low voice: "Where are my clothes..." "

　Come here." Han Shaoyang said expressionlessly, "Answer the question."

　Mo Ming stood there without moving. , pursed his lips: "Then, why should I listen to you..."

　"I just helped you out." Han Shaofang said, "Why, you are used to treating me as a tool, you can use me as a matter of course, and then you can be confident Ignore me."

　"..."

　With two cold star-like gazes, Mo Ming walked to the other side of the bed. He was obviously embarrassed to be naked, but since he couldn't hold any clothes, Mo Ming simply wrapped the thin quilt on the bed around him. , with only his head exposed, he sat cross-legged on the bedside, with his back to Han Shaoyang.