Chapter 615

our benefactors, undressing isn't difficult at all, is it What's the matter Can your body be seen by your benefactors, but not by the national audience The viewers have paid for their tickets. Are you...Chapter 615

Mocheng was a master with great abilities. When he was twenty-three years old, he enrolled in university for one year just because his beloved once casually mentioned wanting to go to a certain university that she admired. Judging by her level of intelligence, Mocheng guessed that she should have been able to attend university at sixteen. So, he eagerly signed up and used his great abilities to enroll in the class of her chosen university, all for the sake of finding this woman among the vast sea of humanity. Later on, when he couldn't find her, he specifically chose a major that she liked, but after one year, the biggest success was meeting many young women and men who were around twenty years old. Mocheng had an excellent rapport with girls; it wasn't like Xiao Bai's flirtatious charm, but rather, many girls treated him as their brother.

Therefore, within a day, he contacted several good friends who were reputable individuals and currently single to introduce them as potential girlfriends for his brother. So these people came happily for the blind dates.

This was not their world's people. One was a lawyer, another a judge, one a doctor... one an investment banker manager. However, this round of blind dating also suffered a complete defeat. Unlike their subordinates who liked and admired Moyao, these individuals were social elites with good character and wealth; they had everything already, so when choosing someone to date or marry, Moyao was the first to be rejected.

The main reason was that he was too introverted; hardly ever talked. Girls all like lively and humorous men; no matter how handsome you are, it's useless if you can't say anything for an entire day. Whether in dating or daily life, this is too boring.

Mocheng’s friends lamented to Mocheng sadly, "Your brother looks so good but has such a wooden personality, he’s nothing like you at all, are they really brothers"

Mocheng was also frustrated; he had taken the initiative to introduce Moyao. This time it was his big brother who got rejected and there was nothing to do about that. Wu Shuang laughed wildly in London and then suggested introducing a boyfriend.

The discussion between Mocheng’s friends and Wu Shuang was of similar nature: should they find an "attack" type or a "defense" type for their leader

Wu Shuang was speechless, looked at Mocheng's friends as if looking at monsters, and roared, "What nonsense! Our big brother is clearly a number one type!"

Mocheng blinked innocently. His big brother might look like a zero in appearance but in personality, he’s definitely a one. However, Mocheng liked to do things oppositely, so he went to a nightclub on Friday and brought several very muscular men for Moyao's blind date.

The situation was quite tragic.

It still took place at the café, Moyao seemed not to oppose dating men but just frowned, saying nothing. Mocheng assumed that it meant he agreed tacitly. However, this guy apparently misunderstood something or Mocheng wasn’t clear enough about his intentions, so he tried to seduce Moyao instead, which ended with Moyao grabbing and disarming him, making the man cry pitifully while Mocheng almost choked.

What kind of situation was this

So he sternly warned the next few not to repeat the mistakes of the first one, but these people trembled in fear looking at their senior and just went through the motions to collect their money before leaving. Mo Chen felt his heart turn cold.

Hence, he started thinking about his friends, but the problem was that there weren’t many among them who were interested in this kind of thing. He couldn't very well go around promoting it among the Mafia, so Mo Chen felt rather frustrated.

Then, he realized that his boss wasn't too fond of burly types, and began looking for more delicate-looking individuals instead. But even these didn’t work out as expected; as long as they did not touch him, his boss wouldn’t harm them either. Thus, the dating process remained in a deadlock.

"Boss, what kind of person do you actually like" Mo Chen was practically begging now. Mo Yao frowned, thinking to himself that he liked someone like Pei Bai but there could only be one such person.

Even those who claimed to be like Pei Bai couldn’t match up to him, let alone a group of garbage.

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Bai Liu entered the cafe with his backpack and drawing board. He sensed that something was odd about this place, as there were handsome men surrounding an unusually beautiful man who seemed to be whispering to one another angrily. The man looked rather upset, which disrupted his calm demeanor. His gaze occasionally shifted towards a man sitting on the side in a white shirt and black pants. This man had his back turned towards Bai Liu, so he couldn’t see his face clearly.

Bai Liu sat down and called for a cup of coffee from the waiter.

He took off his backpack and opened his sketchbook to admire his artwork. He still hadn't completed a castle drawing, so he picked up his pen and happily sketched away at it, completely ignoring the strange atmosphere in the cafe.

Bai Liu was a man who could let go of everything else when focused on something. Once engaged in an activity, nothing around him mattered. Mo Chen looked up after finishing his discussion with Feng Lei Dian just as Bai Liu sat down abruptly but harmoniously at one of the outdoor tables of the cafe. His side was filled with steaming coffee and a slice of chocolate mousse cake; he held a sketchbook and continued drawing.

This man truly looked like an angel, Mo Chen thought to himself.

He had beautiful black hair that hung gently down his back. His skin was fair, and despite having small bones, he wasn’t short in stature. He couldn't be described as handsome but had delicate facial features with soft lines, akin to crystal, giving off a gentle and elegant beauty unique to East Asians. Wearing a white shirt paired with a sky-blue jacket over black pants, his appearance was neat and clean.

Noticing someone looking at him, Bai Liu raised his gaze and saw Mo Chen. He paused for a moment before returning his attention to his sketchbook, not lingering on Mo Chen.

Cloud asks, "Who is this person"

"I don't know." Lightning says. They had rented out the entire café for the boss's blind date, so how did this person get in Mocheng will have to find someone later to scold them; that young waiter was new and wasn't familiar with the rules. He looked glum as he asked Bai Liu to leave, but Bai Liu frowned at him, and the waiter explained in English. With a slight pursing of his lips, Bai Liu glanced at Mocheng again before quietly lowering his head and continuing to paint.

Mocheng waved his hand; it wasn't worth arguing with a kid like that. The waiter could only leave.

Bai Liu continued painting while Mocheng sent someone else to go on a blind date with Mo Yue, but in the end, Mo Yue had no interest and left after sitting down for a moment. This day was ruined for Mocheng.

Mocheng turned around and Bai Liu happened to look up at that moment, so their eyes met squarely. Mo Yue was surprised; he hadn't expected to see him here. Bai Liu raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mo Yue, spinning the brush in his hand slightly before giving him a faint smile. In the sunlight, Bai Liu's smile was warm like lukewarm water with gentle ripples.

Mocheng walked over and sat across from Bai Liu under everyone’s astonished stares. "How did you end up here"

"Traveling!" Bai Liu said. Mo Yue glanced at the backpack beside him, then looked at his sketchbook, smiling slightly. A sixteen-year-old boy traveling alone with a backpack was truly rebellious and free-spirited.

"Are you an art school student" Mo Yue asked.

Bai Liu was extremely surprised, "Student"

He pointed at himself, puzzled. "I've already finished my bachelor's and master’s degrees."

Mocheng was also taken aback; he looked so young! "How old are you"

"Twenty-three." Mo Yue could hardly believe his ears—never before had he seen someone who appeared this much younger than their actual age. Bai Liu's appearance didn't do justice to his years; no matter how one looked at him, he seemed like a teenager around sixteen or seventeen. Mo Yue attributed Mocheng’s tall and slender frame to an excess of nutrition, but never would he have thought that he had already reached adulthood.

Bai Liu was used to people's reactions toward his appearance; Mo Yue didn't keep up his surprise for long because Bai Liu was his savior. He felt grateful towards him; if not for Bai Liu’s help that day, he wouldn’t have gotten enough rest and his body would likely have collapsed.

The wound and emotional blow would bring him down, no matter how strong he was.

Bai Liu had a traveler's vibe about him; he seemed to be quiet and reserved. Seeing Mo Yao sitting nearby, he occasionally looked up to ask a question or two: "Are you Chinese"

"My nationality is Italian."

Bai Liu understood, "American-born Chinese."

Mo Yao guessed that his looks were quite Oriental and delicate. He spoke Mandarin flawlessly, otherwise Mo Yao would have mistaken him for a Japanese man or a Korean teenager. Such young men were gentle and beautiful, like the handsome idols often seen on TV.

Mo Yao thanked him once again for saving his life. Bai Liu smiled and nodded in acceptance without saying much more. Mo Yao noticed that his pen strokes were very sharp and precise; his painting techniques were quick and clean, flowing smoothly without a single pause.

"Are you an artist"

Bai Liu laughed: "Since I was young, I had a dream of becoming an artist. Now that the dream is gone, I paint purely out of interest to pay tribute to my dreams over these two years before diving into work."

"Your paintings are beautiful," Mo Yao said.

"Really" He looked pleasantly surprised, like a child who enjoys being acknowledged and complimented. Mo Yao nodded in agreement; Bai Liu appeared delighted and invited him for coffee out of gratitude. Naturally, Mo Yao didn't turn down the offer. He regarded Bai Liu as a young man—although he was twenty-three years old, to Mo Yao, he seemed sixteen—a pure and innocent teenager with an attractive body and soul, which made Mo Yao feel at ease.

It had been a long time since anyone had made him feel so comfortable without any aggression. He was like a cloud—soft and gentle, his smile beautiful. People felt safe and tranquil just being around him.

Bai Liu glanced quickly at Mo Yao and smiled slightly: "How about I paint your portrait"

Mo Yao noticed that almost all the sketches in Bai Liu’s sketchbook were landscapes; he was someone who disliked taking photos or keeping evidence. Seeing Bai Liu's enthusiasm, he thought that to repay him for saving his life, this request wasn't excessive.ad been smiling politely while eating her dishes without saying anything and even vouching for her; Han Bi assumed that Wen Ran was just an inexperienced newcomer who would be intimidated by a few wor...