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He carefully selected that one.

Zhou Ze felt that the surrounding atmosphere was silent for a moment, as if all the air had been sucked out in an instant, and his whole body felt like a vacuum.

Fortunately, it only took a blink of an eye.

The next second, the air returned to its normal flow.

Zhouze heard Mu Zhuo say in a low voice: "There seems to be something extraordinary in the document."

The man spoke in a statement, his voice as usual, sweet and low, with a slight hoarseness, like a vine with hooking little spikes.

Zhouze felt his little heart tremble when he heard it, and tried his best to keep his face calm, making it look like he didn't know anything.

Mu Zhuo glanced at the young man who pretended not to hear or understand. The corners of his lips suddenly raised slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the photo sandwiched in the file.

What should I say?

This photo is also his favorite.

This can be regarded as an aesthetic agreement in a certain sense, right?

Mu Zhuo was thinking about these random and irrelevant things, but he looked solemn and calm on his face. He held the photo in his hand and closed the document with one hand.

Then, Mu Zhuo formally cast his eyes on the young man in front of him, slightly opened the corners of his lips, and asked softly: "Did you release this, Zhouze?"

To ask such a straightforward question.

Zhou Ze blinked twice with trembling eyes, but what he didn't expect was that something more straightforward was still to come -

Mu Zhuo turned the photo upside down and held it in front of his eyes, so that Zhouze could inevitably see the contents of the photo clearly.

"this."

As if he was afraid that he would pretend to be confused, Mu Zhuo's smile seemed to not deepen, and he emphasized and pointed it out.

Zhouze: "..."

Implicitness is a virtue and leaves room for everything. What he means is that it doesn’t have to be so direct!

But since the other party has made it clear, there is no need for him to think about it.

Zhouze looked at Mu Zhuo and slowly let out a long breath, "I was the one who shot it, Mu Zhuo, was it you who took the photo?"

Asked.

Mu Zhuo didn't show any signs of strangeness because of Zhouze's straightforward inquiry. Instead, he still maintained an incomprehensible smile.

"Maybe so."

The four gentle words caught Zhouze by surprise.

He asked blankly: "What does it mean...maybe?"

"If you hope it is, then it is. If you hope it is not, then nothing like this will happen again in the future."

Mu Zhuo's answer at this time became ambiguous.

After Zhouze heard this, he stayed for several seconds. It took him a long time to digest, and then he barely understood what Mu Zhuo meant.

Zhouze hesitated slightly and asked knowingly: "Do you like taking photos like this, or do you like-"

Before the next words could be asked, Mu Zhuo calmly snatched them away.

"I like you, so I couldn't help but do wrong and terrible things. What I want to know is, how did you feel when you found out?"

Zhouze choked for a moment, his cheeks heated up uncontrollably, and his nerves became tense, "..."

and many more.

What, what do you mean?

Mu Zhuo was... giving him a hint, giving him a hint to let him choose?

Could it be that the implication is a confession?

Probably... no one would express his love in such a bizarre way...

Zhouze was shocked and confused. He looked at Mu Zhuo and forgot to blink for a while.

Mu Zhuo's face was reflected directly in the clear black and white eyes without him realizing it.

Seeing that Zhouze didn't respond, Mu Zhuo remained calm and calmly added: "Zhouze, I want to know, are you afraid of me now, or do you feel something else?"

Zhouze couldn't help but swallow a small sip of saliva when he heard the words, and opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed that he lost his voice for a moment and was unable to speak.

Mu Zhuo was not in a hurry and looked at him calmly, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the photo softly.

Zhouze's mood suddenly became even more difficult to describe.

Does Mu Zhuo's love have to be expressed in such an incomprehensible way?

Only through voyeurism and candid filming can he satisfy and express his emotions.

It took Zhouze a long time to find his voice, and he responded in a confused voice: "Why, why do you do this?"

"Sorry, I may be mentally ill."

Zhouze: "..."

Mu Zhuo was so sincere.

"Of course, if you can't accept it..." Mu Zhuo said lowly and calmly, but he did not say the next words immediately.

——Zhou Ze would not know that he has become increasingly unable to be satisfied with just "watching" recently.

He wanted to touch, to possess, to want more.

So he used this method to poke through the window paper and wanted to know what Zhouze thought of him.

Now, it is time for the results to be announced.

Mu Zhuo saw Zhouze licking his lips gently. Those light-colored and beautiful lips were as soft as strawberry-flavored jelly.

Although he doesn't like strawberries or jelly, when the two are combined, the most important thing is to connect with Zhou Ze.

He was inexplicably moved.

"Mr. Mu, I can accept it."

As thoughts were swirling in Mu Zhuo's mind, a low, clear answer suddenly came to his ears.

Mu Zhuo was startled at first, and then his pupils almost shrank suddenly. Was he hallucinating?

Urgent, burning, and probing eyes were firmly fixed on Zhouze's face.

Zhouze blinked his eyes slowly and looked at Mu Zhuo for two seconds. It seemed that the other party wanted him to say it again?

So Zhouze didn't even think about it, and spoke again the next second: "I said, I can accept it, Mu Zhuo."

This time it was clear enough.

No need to repeat it.

Mu Zhuo's eyes looked at Zhouze with even more intensity, to the point where Zhouze couldn't ignore it at all.

Zhouze's cheeks became slightly hotter when he was seen like this. After a pause, he turned his face slightly away, wondering what Mu Zhuo would say.

But what he didn't expect was that Mu Zhuo didn't say anything at all, but directly "took action".

When he felt his chin being pinched, Zhouze's beautiful dark long eyelashes trembled unexpectedly.

The next second, his face was gently pulled over, and a sudden chill came over his lips.

What was magnified in front of him was Mu Zhuo's too-perfect face.

Mu Zhuo was...kissing him?

Zhouze realized this later, and was dumbfounded. Before he could react, he felt a touch of warmth.

Mu Zhuo stuck out his tongue so quickly?

It's as bold as the way he carries himself.

After Zhouze secretly made this comment in his heart, he had no time to think about anything else for a while. Mu Zhuo, who noticed his inattention, was forcefully brought into the rhythm of the kiss.

"Um...wait, wait..."

Zhou Ze was quite involved at first. After all, Mu Zhuo was a self-taught guy with quite good skills.

But suddenly, the two of them rolled onto the big bed in the master bedroom while kissing each other.

After a brief moment of spinning, Zhouze was stunned and realized that he was already being pinned down by Mu Zhuo.

The hands he subconsciously stretched out happened to touch...