Chapter 12 – Sweetheart from the Sky: The Gentle CEO’s Sweet Kiss (12)
The small interactions between Bai Mo and He Yuchi did not go unnoticed by Mother He.
However, she pretended not to see anything and considerately carried He Yuning away.
After all, it was a good thing that the two kids had mutual feelings for each other.
But this was not a scene for an underage child like Ning Ning to witness.
“Mommy, I want to play with Brother Mo~”
Being carried away with his eyes covered, He Yuning mumbled in protest.
“Your big brother also wants to play with Brother Mo. Let’s wait for next time.”
Mother He’s gentle voice faded into the distance.
Bai Mo, who thought no one had noticed anything, suddenly snapped back to reality.
Realizing he had been “caught in the act,” he instinctively jerked away from He Yuchi, as if he had touched a boiling kettle.
His eyes locked onto He Yuchi’s, whose gaze was filled with a gentle, teasing smile.
Bai Mo’s speech system momentarily crashed, and in a soft, flustered voice, he stammered: “Y-You… Talking is fine, but… don’t—don’t be a pervert…”
Xiao Bobao, watching Bai Mo’s shy and panicked reaction, silently swallowed her sarcastic remark.
Wasn’t it YOU who made the first move?
Of course, she only dared to say this in her head.
If she said it out loud, this little snow ferret would definitely jump up and “fight her to the death.”
He Yuchi slowly leaned in, pressing Bai Mo against the wall, gradually shrinking the space he could move in.
Bai Mo took a deep breath, but the refreshing scent of leaves mixed with a rich sandalwood fragrance overwhelmed his senses.
His entire body trembled, every cell on high alert.
His baby-fat cheeks flushed a deep red.
“Mo Mo…”
The man’s deep and silky voice was tinged with huskiness.
“Do you know that a man’s abs aren’t something you can just touch so casually?”
He had been holding back for so long—from the school all the way home—just waiting for a moment when they could be alone.
The boy tilted his head up, and from his angle, he could clearly see the man’s Adam’s apple bobbing.
A single bead of sweat rolled down his skin, tracing its way over his collarbones before disappearing beneath the shirt.
Beneath Bai Mo’s palm, he could feel the burning heat of his abs—once firm, now tensing even more as if the man was exerting every effort to restrain himself.
Bai Mo was innocently confused.
He hadn’t been human for long, and there were still many things about the human world he didn’t understand.
Yet, driven by instinct, he seemed to understand just enough.
And whether it was his warmth infecting He Yuchi or the other way around, the temperature between them kept rising.
The boy in his arms was beyond alluring.
They were mutually attracted to each other, and at a moment like this, even the legendary Liu Xia Hui1 might not have been able to resist—let alone He Yuchi, who never pretended to be a saint.
He Yuchi lowered his head, his scorching breath brushing against Bai Mo’s ear.
The heat of his lips accidentally grazed the boy’s delicate earlobe, sending a tingling sensation cascading through Bai Mo’s body.
Bai Mo’s breathing grew heavier.
A strange itchiness swirled inside him, and he subconsciously anticipated He Yuchi’s next move.
But just as he was expecting more, the man suddenly stopped, leaving Bai Mo’s heart hanging in suspense—restless and unbearably flustered.
Time felt like it had been paused—every second was agonizingly long.
Yet, in reality, only five ticks had passed on the clock.
Tick, tick, tick, tick…
Finally, the man broke the silence.
“Mo Mo, I want to kiss you. Can I?”
Xiao Bobao shyly covered her round chubby face with both hands, but her wide black eyes peeked through her fingers, staring in anticipation.
Do it! Just kiss already!
But the male lead still wasn’t moving, and it was driving her crazy.
What are you waiting for?! Move! Take action! Now’s your chance!
The moment He Yuchi spoke, Xiao Bobao wanted to poke his temples and scold him for being so dense.
At a time like this, why are you asking?! Just do it! You’re ruining the mood, you blockhead!
The moment He Yuchi uttered those words, Bai Mo finally couldn’t take it anymore.
A low, whimpering sound escaped his throat—a signal.
He Yuchi tilted his head slightly, and in the next instant, his lips accurately captured the boy’s softness.
Though gentle in demeanor, He Yuchi kissed like a fierce leopard, taking what he wanted without hesitation.
Despite Bai Mo’s usual playful attitude, where he would shamelessly claim to be searching for a handsome big brother, this was actually his first time experiencing such an intimate act.
Not knowing how to control his breathing, Bai Mo instinctively parted his lips.
And in that moment, he was met with the overwhelming storm brought upon him by the man.
The boy tightly grasped the man’s shirt, his fingers curling into the fabric.
Sensing his reaction, He Yuchi softened his movements, turning what had been a stormy downpour into a gentle drizzle.
Their heartbeats gradually synchronized, the once heated atmosphere now turning into a world of soft pink bubbles.
When their lungs ran out of oxygen, they slowly pulled apart.
Bai Mo’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed with misty tears, and his swollen, rosy lips were slightly parted—an unspoken invitation to He Yuchi.
Just as He Yuchi’s thoughts stirred, just as he was about to lean in for another kiss, an innocent yet tearful voice shattered the moment.
“Wuuu… Brother, don’t hit Brother Mo! You’re a bad guy! Don’t hit Brother Mo!”
Little He Yuning ran toward them on his tiny, wobbly legs, sobbing and throwing weak punches at He Yuchi’s chest.
His small fists didn’t hurt at all, but the situation caught them completely off guard.
He Yuning had originally been upstairs playing with their mother, but he had missed Bai Mo too much.
So, the moment their mother went to the bathroom, he had snuck downstairs to find his Brother Mo.
But the scene he stumbled upon made his little heart shatter.
In his innocent eyes, his big brother was bullying Brother Mo.
And the sight of Bai Mo with teary red eyes overlapped with a traumatic memory—
Back when they were kidnapped, He Yuning had hidden in a corner, witnessing a lecherous man trying to assault Bai Mo.
The man’s silhouette back then looked just like his big brother’s now, doing “the same thing.”
He Yuning didn’t remember that Bai Mo had never actually been harmed—that he had, in fact, beaten the man until he couldn’t get up.
All the little boy knew was that his big brother was hurting Brother Mo, and Brother Mo was crying.
His tiny fists continued to hammer at He Yuchi as he trembled and called out to Bai Mo.
“Brother Mo, Brother Mo…”
Meanwhile, Bai Mo—who had never experienced such an intense thrill before—was still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.
A single tear of satisfaction slid down the corner of his eye.
So this is what kissing feels like…
It felt like he was floating up to the heavens.
He Yuchi groaned internally, his head aching from his little brother’s commotion.
He grabbed the child’s hands, intending to calm him down, but what came next caught him completely off guard.
In his sobs, He Yuning accidentally blurted out a shocking revelation—
Something that Bai Mo had never mentioned when giving his statement to the police.
During the kidnapping, Bai Mo had been attacked.
And just now…
What the hell had He Yuchi just done?
He Yuchi turned his head sharply, just in time to see a tear slip down Bai Mo’s cheek.
In an instant, memories flooded back—
“Why aren’t you here yet?! Xiao Ning almost died—do you even know that?!”
“I was so scared…”
“Wuuu… Brother Mo, don’t die… Don’t die…”
The very first phone call he had ever received from Bai Mo came rushing back.
Why had Mo Mo sounded so weak back then?
Why had he been unresponsive when He Yuchi called out to him?
Had he suffered psychological trauma from what happened?
Had he lost his will to live?
And just now…
What kind of idi*t move had he just pulled?!
He Yuchi couldn’t recall at all—when Bai Mo was taken to the hospital for a full-body examination, the results showed that aside from a high fever, he had suffered no other injuries.
Right now, however, all he could think about was: I hurt Mo Mo. Mo Mo struggled. (…Even though all he did was grab my shirt.) And yet, I still didn’t stop.
The moment this thought hit him, He Yuchi slapped himself hard. The crisp sound snapped Bai Mo back to his senses.
The boy’s teary eyes shimmered, and his lips curved into a weak smile. “He Yuchi, let’s…” ‘Do it again.’
“I’m sorry. I won’t do that to you again. Never again. Please, don’t leave me…” He Yuchi pulled Bai Mo into his arms, his heart twisting with pain.
Bai Mo had still been relishing the lingering thrill of the kiss. But the moment he heard He Yuchi say, “I won’t do that again,” his entire being froze.
“No way!” What’s the point of dating if he couldn’t even enjoy it?!
Bai Mo struggled out of He Yuchi’s embrace, wanting to explain properly. But He Yuchi, mistaking it for a sign that Bai Mo wanted to leave him, slapped himself again—now both sides of his face had perfectly symmetrical red marks.
“Mo Mo, I was wrong! From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say! Just don’t leave me, okay…?” He Yuchi’s humble desperation was almost heartbreaking.
Bai Mo was completely dumbfounded by this turn of events. He blinked, his voice turning slightly hoarse. “Really? You’ll do whatever I say?”
He Yuchi nodded eagerly, his face lighting up. Bai Mo’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, and his small hands eagerly slid up to touch He Yuchi’s abs.
“Good. Let’s try again.”
A certain attribute was fully revealed.
Note :
- Liu Xia Hui: A historical figure known for his extreme self-restraint. ↩︎