Deep Development 1×3 (H)

Chapter 41

“Thank you for everything, Mo Yi,” without waiting for his response, Wang Zihe directly took out a ring and slipped it onto Mo Yi’s pinky finger, the size fitting perfectly.

“Thank you, Wang Zihe,” as Mo Yi looked at the gleaming reflection on his pinky finger, he immediately realized what had just happened. Following the same gesture as Mo Xijue before, he reached out and gently cupped Wang Zihe’s chin, planting a kiss on his soft, tender lips.

Unlike the previous time, Wang Zihe didn’t reciprocate the kiss. After just a light brush of their lips, he stood up, returning to the gifts, with one final gift reserved for Mo Jian.

Watching the contrasting treatment between the two interacting individuals and Wang Zihe, Mo Jian couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The more displeased Mo Yi was, the happier he became. Of course, he wouldn’t show this openly.

This time, Wang Zihe didn’t perform the half-kneeling gesture as he did in the previous two instances. Instead, he stood before Mo Jian, holding a medium-sized rectangular gift box.

The obvious difference in treatment left Mo Jian feeling even more displeased, especially when compared to Mo Yi’s treatment just now.

“Open it and see.” Wang Zihe’s face carried a gentle smile, seemingly eager to witness Mo Jian’s surprised expression upon seeing the gift.

Having a gift is better than having none, Mo Jian comforted himself with a sunny smile as he looked at the beautifully wrapped gift box. Then, with Wang Zihe’s eyes brimming with anticipation, he proceeded to open the gift box.

He picked up an object from the box that resembled a rugby ball in shape but differed slightly in weight and size. Perplexed, he looked at Wang Zihe and asked, “What is this?”

“It’s a rugby airplane cup, specially customized for you. Do you like it?” After saying that, Wang Zihe saw the smile on Mo Jian’s face gradually freeze, followed by a burst of hearty laughter. He seemed quite satisfied with Mo Jian’s astonished and dumbfounded expression.

“What do you mean?” Mo Jian rolled his eyes helplessly. He never expected that Wang Zihe would actually give him something like this. He didn’t even need a cup, let alone a rugby-shaped one… it was simply a prank.

“Haha, because it seems like you have plenty of energy, don’t you? Hahaha.” Wang Zihe laughed until he was out of breath, especially when he saw Mo Jian rolling his eyes and looking somewhat helpless.

Even Mo Xijue and Mo Yi sitting beside them couldn’t help but laugh. Who could have guessed that Wang Zihe would give such a thing?

For a moment, the atmosphere around them became more relaxed, infused with a festive spirit.

The exchange of gifts continued. Unlike the items Wang Zihe had given, the gifts exchanged among the Mo family members were things they individually liked, without considering the other person’s preferences. It was purely based on their own tastes.

Mo Xijue presented invaluable rare antiques, Mo Yi gave extremely luxurious high-end clothing, and Mo Jian, unexpectedly, gave sports shoes… Wang Zihe finally understood why these three individuals had weird expressions earlier. If they were to exchange the same gifts every Christmas, upon careful consideration, it would indeed be quite dreadful.

However, for Wang Zihe, who received such precious and valuable Christmas gifts for the first time, he was extremely happy, especially with the postmodernist masterpiece painting gifted by Mo Xijue, which deeply captured Wang Zihe’s admiration.

Apart from being visually pleasing, its immeasurable value was even more important.

Mo Yi looked at the clean and smooth silver ring on his left pinky finger, recalling the image of Wang Zihe kneeling in front of him with the ring in his hand. For a brief moment, he actually thought Wang Zihe was going to propose to him… Although It was highly unbelievable, he did have that fleeting fantasy, albeit for a short moment.

After loosening his tie and closing the bedroom door, Mo Yi calmly walked into the room. Then, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes as he beheld the scene before him.

There, Wang Zihe had a red silk bow tied around his body, with no other adornments. He lay sideways on the bed, supporting his head with his hand, his face displaying a faint smile.

“Aren’t you going to open your gift?” Wang Zihe slightly raised his eyes, observing Mo Yi’s somewhat stunned expression.

“Aren’t you going to Mo Xijue?”

“Well, I lied to him, saying I wasn’t feeling well. Of course, he knew I was lying, but who cares! I want to be with you tonight.” Wang Zihe stood up and walked towards Mo Yi. He took his left hand and looked at the shimmering ring on it, gently placing a kiss on top.

Mo Yi held Wang Zihe’s cheeks with both hands and passionately kissed his lips. He delicately pulled and teased the soft lips, exploring the moist walls of his mouth, savoring the sharpness of his teeth, and finally entangled their tongues in a tight embrace.

As they kissed, their hands roamed over each other’s skin and bodies. Then, Mo Yi pushed Wang Zihe onto the bed, straddled him, and looked down at him from above. Slowly, he reached out and untied the red silk bow.

Lowering his head, Mo Yi pressed Wang Zihe beneath him and softly whispered in his ear, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Wang Zihe embraced his neck and shoulders, blowing warm air into his ear in the same manner.

They held each other tightly, and their lips met once again.

Wang Zihe helped Mo Yi undress, kissing his neck and inhaling the intoxicating scent of pomegranate that he had longed for. Compared to the bitter and strange fragrance on Mo Xijue, he clearly preferred this gentle and elegant aroma, hiding maturity and passion beneath its surface. This was Mo Yi’s unique charm.

On the deep blue bedsheet, their naked bodies intertwined, forming a beautiful and stirring pattern, like a realistic classical oil painting from the Renaissance period. Their well-defined muscles and smooth skin exuded tension and an eruption of beauty.

When Mo Yi entered Wang Zihe’s body, he felt the long-awaited sensation of being bathed and blessed by divine light. He was immersed in this unparalleled passion and desire, gasping as if praising the joy of this pleasure. He felt the electric thrill running through his body. He charged into Wang Zihe’s depths like a fearless and valiant general on the battlefield…

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, like the most perfect symphony. Their gasps and moans created the most exquisite duet. What could compare to this unparalleled symphony of pleasure and love?

Time seemed to blur as they indulged in their intense breaths. After a long time, Mo Yi thrust deeply and delivered his scorching heat to the deepest part of Wang Zihe. The searing fluids sprayed onto the sensitive walls, moistening the contracting walls of Wang Zihe’s trembling intestines and pounding heart.

Wang Zihe’s chest rose and fell with the afterglow of climax. He reached out, embraced Mo Yi’s neck, and kissed his lips.

“You are the best gift I have ever received, without a doubt.” After the deep kiss, Mo Yi breathed heavily, his hot breath spraying against Wang Zihe’s ear as he spoke with a smile.

“Me too.” Wang Zihe rested his chin on Mo Yi’s sweaty neck, closed his eyes, and chuckled softly.