Chapter 43

Ghost Car 3, the one who falls in love first loses.

"Intriguing?" Mo Fei seemed somewhat puzzled by Anger's response, feeling a slight sense of defeat. Anger looked as if he had found an interesting toy, igniting in Mo Fei an inexplicable urge to ruffle him up, to pinch him hard and make him hurt.

Anger, on the other hand, was sizing up Mo Fei while stroking his chin, "Hmm..."

"What's up?" Mo Fei felt a flutter in his heart under Anger's gaze.

Anger leaned in, resting his head on Mo Fei's chest to listen, causing Mo Fei to unconsciously swallow. He looked at Anger.

"Your heart is beating fast," Anger said with a smile. "Mo Fei... how do you feel now?"

Mo Fei took a breath, only to find the air filled with Anger's familiar scent. It was like being addicted, and frustratingly, Anger was playing it coy, tilting his head to look into Mo Fei's eyes with apparent interest.

Mo Fei averted his gaze and began to open the chocolate powder, saying, "Weren't you craving cake? I'll make it."

Anger reached out, grasping Mo Fei's wrist. The touch was cool where Anger held him, but Mo Fei felt a warm stir in his heart... It was almost unbearable.

Seeing Mo Fei's restrained and somewhat agitated state, Anger couldn't help but find it amusing. "Mo Fei, what are you holding back? Is it really that uncomfortable?" he laughed.

"Anger... don't push it too far," Mo Fei put down what he was holding and turned to look at Anger.

Anger smirked, "And what if I do? You like me, don't you? So, whatever I do, you'll just indulge me, won't you?"

"You..." Mo Fei looked away, replying, "Which eye of yours saw that I like you? Did I ever admit it?"

Anger narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Mo Fei for a while, then reached out to touch Mo Fei's ear. Mo Fei quickly caught his hand, asking, "What are you doing?"

Anger responded, "You're very tense."

"So what if I am tense?" Mo Fei retorted.

Seeing that Mo Fei still wouldn't admit it, Anger reached out and unbuttoned two buttons of his pajamas.

Mo Fei inhaled sharply, his eyes fixated on Anger's pale neck, his voice slightly hoarse, "What are you doing?"

Anger opened his mouth, saying, "Tempting you. If you're moved, you won't be able to resist. Don’t get too excited! Your breathing has already deepened."

Mo Fei looked up helplessly, replying, "Even if I admit it, you won't get any advantage!"

Anger raised an eyebrow, "Why not? You'd be at my mercy."

"Where did you get that conclusion?" Mo Fei exclaimed in surprise.

Anger raised an eyebrow and touched Mo Fei's Adam's apple, saying, "Mo Fei, I'm thirsty."

Mo Fei, trying to maintain composure, poured a cup of tea for Anger.

Anger glanced at the tea and said, "I don't feel like drinking black tea."

Mo Fei poured away the black tea and made a cup of green tea instead.

"I don’t want green tea either."

Mo Fei switched to plain water, to which Anger chuckled, "Still no."

Mo Fei tried with coffee, orange juice, and hot chocolate in turn, but Anger remained unsatisfied.

Setting down the cup, Mo Fei said, "Anger, why are you so mean? Do you enjoy seeing others in awkward situations?"

Anger smiled, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Teasing you is quite amusing."

"I won’t cook for you anymore." Mo Fei stretched his hand to the sink, washing it under cold water to clear his head and not be foolishly manipulated by Anger.

"Mo Fei... have you admitted that you like me?" Anger leaned in to ask.

Mo Fei turned to look at him, turned off the tap, leaned on the sink with one hand, and encircled Anger in front of him, saying, "Anger, you’re too willful, and excessive willfulness needs to be disciplined."

Anger blinked and looked at Mo Fei.

Mo Fei was only bluffing to intimidate him, not intending any real harm. He averted his gaze, looking elsewhere.

Anger tugged at his sleeve, "Why won't you look?"

Mo Fei turned to face him, and Anger laughed, "Admit it, and I'll let you off the hook."

Mo Fei stared at him for a moment and said, "I don't admit it."

Anger seemed a bit hurt and annoyed, "Why won't you admit it?"

Mo Fei raised an eyebrow, "Not admitting it means your charm is insufficient."

Anger, angered, glared at Mo Fei, "You're being insincere."

Mo Fei played the rogue, "Yes, I'm insincere. What can you do about it? I refuse to acknowledge it! I don't like you. Feelings aren't like deductions; my denial makes your evidence useless!"

Anger's brows furrowed in dissatisfaction. He had never encountered such a situation and was unsure how to resolve it. He argued, "But it's the truth."

Mo Fei laughed, "I haven't admitted anything."

Anger grew increasingly unhappy. Mo Fei, observing his expression, leaned in and asked, "Anger... does a man liking you not disgust you? Or could it be that you like me too?"

Anger glared at Mo Fei, "I won't tell you unless you admit it first."

Mo Fei, slightly surprised, asked, "So, do you like me or not?"

Anger looked away, "Emma taught me that in love, whoever admits their feelings first loses. The one who loses becomes the other's slave."

Mo Fei felt a sense of helplessness, wondering why Emma would tell Anger such things. Frowning, he said, "Anger, I think Emma's words were not meant to be taken literally. It's just a metaphor."

"So what?" Anger retorted, "Anyway, the first to admit loses. Admit it, then become my slave."

Mo Fei was both amused and frustrated. Anger found it interesting because it meant making him his slave. "If doing whatever you say means I'm almost already under your command, then why do you still want a slave? What more could you want?"

Anger raised his handsome eyebrows, "Of course there's more... Right now, it's just a contract. If the contract ends or if you're unhappy, you can leave. But slavery is for life. You'd be mine to tease forever, which is obviously more fun."

Mo Fei was stunned, staring at Anger for a long time before asking, "Anger, don't you want me to leave?"

Anger looked at Mo Fei with a hint of confusion, "Of course, I don't want you to leave. Among all my assistants, you offer the best value for your skills."

Mo Fei, feeling a bit defeated, thought for a moment, then stepped closer, "How about we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" Anger looked up at him curiously.

"We bet on who admits to liking the other first. Whoever does, loses and becomes the other's slave for life. What do you say? Do you dare to bet?" Mo Fei challenged.

Anger, feeling provoked by Mo Fei's challenge, responded with a hint of defiance, "Mo Fei, I have the upper hand here because you already like me; you're just not admitting it."

Mo Fei nodded and leaned in closer, "So think about it... see if you can make me admit... Aren't you a great detective? Don't you have that much confidence?"

"You'll regret this!" Anger said earnestly, "When you lose, you'll have to call me 'master' forever!"

Mo Fei laughed and pulled Anger closer, "Don't be too confident. What if I win? Don't cry then."

Anger looked at Mo Fei discontentedly, feeling that Mo Fei was challenging his position as the master.

"It's a bet," Anger finally agreed to wager with Mo Fei. "Mo Fei, I'm going to torment you severely, make you disobedient."

Mo Fei chuckled, "Speaking of torment, your recent willfulness deserves some punishment too!" With that, he pinned Anger down and leaned in to kiss him.

Unlike before, Anger resisted this time, albeit slightly. This faint resistance ignited a dormant aggression in Mo Fei. He held Anger firmly, letting him feel his strength. Sensing Anger's discontent and frustration, Mo Fei felt a strange sense of elation. He pressed his body closer, forcing Anger into a helpless position, pried open his mouth, and explored with his tongue, kissing him slowly... until Anger's breath became rapid and his resistance intensified.

Mo Fei released his hands, allowing Anger to push him gently as a sign of protest. He then wrapped his arms around Anger's waist, pulling him closer. Anger was unable to resist, pressed against the kitchen counter, thoroughly kissed...

Mo Fei savored the entire process, from Anger's angry resistance to his final surrender due to helplessness, then to a sense of crisis, tense and wary like a beautiful but overpowered young beast. It was fascinating.

This psychological journey for Anger, who had been extremely willful since childhood, was probably his first real taste of defeat. This feeling of defeat was hard for him to accept, but for Mo Fei, it was a pleasure.

After a long kiss, Mo Fei contentedly let go of Anger, who now had a flushed face, looking very dissatisfied and unwilling. Mo Fei, almost impulsively, pinned him again and leaned in for another kiss. Anger, infuriated, hit him a few times, but Mo Fei enjoyed being struck. Holding Anger's waist with one hand and slowly caressing his back with the other, he felt the slimness of his body, the distinctness of his bones...

Anger was defiant, unwilling to yield to Mo Fei, but unable to resist, which only made him angrier.

Mo Fei kissed for a long time, always feeling the urge to kiss again, almost insatiably unsatisfied.

Anger, annoyed, kicked Mo Fei a couple of times, panting, "Why kiss if you won't admit it!"

Mo Fei laughed and said, "I just won't admit it."

Anger had no way to deal with Mo Fei. From his initial triumph to his current state of confusion, he had been defeated in their first encounter. The competitive Anger decided to be stricter with Mo Fei from now on and demanded, "I want some tea."

Mo Fei poured him tea, but Anger was dissatisfied, "I don’t want black tea, green tea, or plain water!"

Mo Fei took a sip from the tea cup, approached, and forcefully fed the water to Anger.

"Hmm…" Anger was forced to drink the tea. Seeing Mo Fei's smiling face, his mood soured. He muttered under his breath, "Mo Fei, you're really annoying, not cute at all. I don't like you anymore."

Mo Fei was taken aback, realizing Anger seemed angry and that he might have gone too far. He hugged Anger apologetically and said earnestly, "Just this once, it won’t happen again."

Anger looked up at him and warned, "Then you must be as obedient as you were before."

Mo Fei nodded, and Anger seemed to calm down a bit, "If I don't allow you to kiss me, you can't. Next time, you must ask for my permission first!"

Mo Fei chuckled, nodded, and asked, "So, can I kiss you now? I still want to kiss you."

Anger pondered for a moment, decided it was acceptable, and Mo Fei, with a gentle smile, leaned in for a tender kiss...

"Cough, cough..."

Just as the two were passionately kissing, a cough sounded at the door, followed by a casual voice, "Why is it that every time I see you two, it's like a scene from an R-rated movie?"