Chapter 51

"Human Bone Blocks 1, Early Morning Discussion"

"Ange." After making breakfast and noticing Ange hadn't gotten up, Mo Fei found it odd. The weather was clear, so Ange shouldn't be feverish. Recently, Mo Fei had found some traditional herbal remedies for cold prevention in medical journals. They were nutritious herbs, which he stewed in soup for Ange. He also paid close attention to the weather forecast. Knowing it would rain the next day, he'd get up in the middle of the night to make ginger soup for Ange to prevent illness. As a result, Ange hadn't been sick for a long time.

Mo Fei placed breakfast on the table, set Ace's food bowl on the floor, then went upstairs and opened the bedroom door.

"There was Anger, dressed in pajamas, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at a Rubik's cube."

"Anger, time to get up for breakfast," Mo Fei approached and came to the bedside to look at Anger. "What's wrong?"

Anger looked up at Mo Fei and asked, "Mo Fei, do you think I'm very intelligent?"

Mo Fei's mouth twitched slightly as he sat beside the bed, gazing at Anger's fair neck exposed from his pajamas. "Hmm, yes."

"Then, what do you think my IQ is?" Anger continued.

Mo Fei raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Hmm, I'm not sure, but it's definitely high."

"Hmm," Anger stroked his chin and said, "Generally, eighty is basic, ninety is normal, a hundred is okay, over one hundred and twenty is smart, over one hundred and forty is high intelligence, over one hundred and sixty is genius, over one hundred and eighty is superhuman, and above two hundred is divine... What do you think mine is?"

Mo Fei thought for a moment and said, "Well, at least over one hundred and forty, right?"

"That low?" Anger expressed dissatisfaction.

"Hmm..." Mo Fei shrugged. "Between one hundred and eighty and two hundred, I guess."

"That's more like it," Anger nodded in agreement.

"Why are you suddenly asking these things?" Mo Fei leaned in closer and said, "Your intelligence doesn't need an IQ score to prove it."

Anger looked up and said to Mo Fei, "Mo Fei, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!"

Mo Fei was somewhat helpless; Anger's way of thinking was altogether different from ordinary people's, no wonder his remarks were always so startling.

"But," Anger frowned, "why do I always score the lowest in every IQ test or game I try?"

"Huh?" Mo Fei was puzzled.

"This thing!" Anger held up the Rubik's cube in front of Mo Fei and explained, "The manual says this is an intelligence cube. Solving it within thirty seconds indicates an IQ above two hundred, within a minute indicates one hundred and eighty, five minutes for one hundred and sixty, ten minutes for one hundred and forty, fifteen minutes for one hundred and twenty, half an hour for one hundred, and just an hour for eighty!"

Mo Fei took the cube and examined it, asking Anger, "So, how long did it take you?"

"I started working on it last night and kept at it until this morning!" Anger said, very dissatisfied. "The seller is a fraud; I want a refund!"

Mo Fei couldn't help but laugh and said, "Anger, solving a Rubik's cube isn't really much about intelligence, you know. It's about technique."

"What technique?" Anger replied, unsatisfied. "Even techniques are based on intelligence!"

"Just keep trying and you'll naturally find the pattern," Mo Fei said, taking the cube and twisting it a few times before easily solving it and putting it back.

Anger stared at the cube for a long while, then squinted and looked up at Mo Fei.

Mo Fei smiled and asked, "Are you upset?"

Anger, feeling quite indignant, muttered under his breath, "I'm smarter than you!"

Mo Fei reached out and pinched his chin, saying, "You may be smarter than me, but you can't cook. To be precise, you're smarter, but all you can do is solve cases!"

After listening to Mo Fei, Anger thought about it carefully and realized it was true, but then he quickly added, "No, that's not right, I can also paint!"

Mo Fei nodded and smiled, "Right, you can paint too."

Anger gazed at Mo Fei for a long while, then reached out and grabbed the collar of Mo Fei's shirt. "Mo Fei, are you mocking me?"

Mo Fei offered no resistance and let himself be pulled over by Anger, ending up lying on top of him, pinning him down. Holding Anger's face in his hands, he said, "Anger, lately, I react whenever I see you. I'm requesting to be intimate with you."

Anger, in a fit of temper, turned his face away. "Request denied!"

Mo Fei began to unbutton Anger's shirt collar and kissed his neck, following the attractive line of his throat with gentle kisses. "Anger, when can I finally do this?"

Anger laughed and ran his fingers through Mo Fei's short hair. "Admit you like me, and I'll consider it."

Mo Fei smiled and said, "That won't do. We're still in the midst of a bet. If I lose, who knows how you'll make me your servant?"

"Hmph," Anger turned his face away, his attempt at seduction failed!

"Anger... turn back here," Mo Fei leaned in closer. "I want to kiss you."

Anger, with a mischievous smile and lowered eyelids, teased, "Mo Fei, do you get excited just by seeing me?"

"Yes," Mo Fei nodded honestly. "Very excited."

Angell loosened his collar further. "If you admit it, you can have your way. Have you considered it?"

Mo Fei shook his head resolutely. "I need to think about the long-term benefits. I refuse to lose countless opportunities later just for one moment of success!"

"What do you mean?" Angell asked, puzzled.

"Angell, you're so proud, it would be quite amusing to have you as my slave," Mo Fei said as he grasped Angell's wrists and pushed them against the pillow. "Then, whenever I wish, you won't be able to resist. You'll be bullied mercilessly, and I look forward to seeing you beg for mercy."

"Are you daydreaming?" Angell raised an eyebrow. "Mo Fei, I will never lose. Once you become my slave, I'll have you walk around the room without clothes, serving as a live model."

"I'd be more than happy with that!" Mo Fei said with a laugh, kissing Angell's brows and eyes. "If you need, I can take them off right now."

"Really?" Angell's interest piqued, and he sat up. "Then take them off now. I've recently bought some excellent clay, and I want to create a human sculpture!"

"You're not serious, are you?" Mo Fei asked. "Right now?"

"Yes!" Angell pinned Mo Fei down and began to undress him.

"Hey, can you not be so forward, please?" Mo Fei said. "Besides, I'm not your slave yet. I have the right to refuse!"

"But you just said you were willing, why refuse now?" Angell expressed his dissatisfaction.

"So what?" Mo Fei retorted. "I might agree to undress, but I have a condition."

"Let's hear it!" Angell responded promptly.

"If I undress, so do you. Wherever you touch me, I get to touch you in the same place. We need to keep it fair. What do you think?" Mo Fei asked.

Angell thought for a moment, then looked at Mo Fei discontentedly. "Mo Fei, you've been quite unpleasant lately. You never used to talk back."

Mo Fei raised an eyebrow. "If you don't like it, forget it. Let's get up and eat."

"Wait a second," Angell stopped him. "I want to see your upper body, especially around your ribs and waist."

Mo Fei frowned and gave a bitter smile. "Angell, your fascination is quite peculiar."

Angell sternly replied, "It's not about fascination. It's because the area under your ribs and around your abdomen is very attractive, and I like it!" As he spoke, Angell gestured for Mo Fei to remove his shirt.

"As I just said!" Mo Fei stopped Angell. "If I undress, you do too. Let's keep it fair."

Angell thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."

Mo Fei got onto the bed without hesitation, removed his shirt openly for Angell to see. Angell extended his hands, gently tracing the contours of Mo Fei's waist and abdomen.

"Angell," Mo Fei took a deep breath, "are you sure you're engaged in artistic creation and not just teasing me?"

"Don't talk!" Angell said as he continued to feel gently, then added, "I need to see the buttocks too!"

Mo Fei's eyes widened. "You'll have to let me see yours in return later!"

Angell nodded generously. "Of course!"

Mo Fei stripped completely, and when Angell approached, Mo Fei stopped him. "Hey... fair's fair. You do the same, or you won't get to see anything!"

Angell seemed indifferent and proceeded to remove his pajamas as well.

Watching Angell undress, Mo Fei felt an inexplicable tension rising within him... his blood surged, his body grew hot, and his mouth turned dry. He regretted his decision; Angell was now a tantalizing sight he couldn't touch. The more he looked, the more he desired.

Angell, on the other hand, leaned in to carefully examine Mo Fei's body, commenting, "Hmm... Mo Fei, your thigh muscles look great, but your calves are a bit thin. If they were stronger, your body proportions would be even more perfect."

Mo Fei endured Angell's touch, feeling a physical response... but that was normal. Being teased by someone he liked, it would be abnormal not to react.

Angell moved to the front and, seeing Mo Fei's arousal, remarked, "Really... So much for innocent thoughts, Mo Fei, you're quite the lewd one."

"You!" Mo Fei, annoyed, pinned Angell to the bed. "Let's see if you can resist reacting when I touch you."

Angell appeared unfazed. As Mo Fei's hand began to gently explore, lingering around the lower abdomen and then moving downwards, caressing increasingly soft skin...

Angell hummed softly, seemingly stretching in comfort, and said, "Mo Fei, I've always read about the beauty of intimacy, but never experienced it."

"Do you want to experience it?" Mo Fei asked in surprise, moving closer. "Why not try it? It might even benefit your artistic creation!"

Angell stroked his chin, asking, "How is experiencing that related to artistic creation?"

"Well... I've heard that after that experience, a person's gaze and mental state change in ways that are rarely seen otherwise!"

"Really?" Anger asked, puzzled.

"Yes!" Mofei nodded.

Anger thought for a moment and said seriously to Mofei, "Since that’s the case... Mofei, you do it yourself, I want to watch!"

"Huh?" Mofei gaped, exclaiming, "Angler, that’s pretty naughty of you!"

"What can I do, I can't see it myself when I do it."

"Anger... have you done it yourself before?"

Anger raised an eyebrow, "Hmm… yes, but it's tiring and not fun."

Mofei leaned in, asking, "Do you want me to help you?"

Angler, hesitating as he looked at Mofei, was about to nod when...

A frantic ringing of the doorbell echoed from downstairs, followed by a deafening knocking. Oss's voice could be heard shouting, "Anger, are you there? Big case!"

"Oss is calling," Anger said, turning back to Mofei.

Mofei fell silent for a moment, then said, "That's an illusion! Oss doesn't exist!" and leaned in for a kiss.