Rain Drop at Night 🌙

Fan En looked between Mu Yu and Mu Hanxiao in horror. Mu Hanxiao stared at Mu Yu. "And if you go back on your word?" Mu Yu raised a hand in mock solemnity. "Whoever breaks their promise is a dog." Mu Hanxiao turned to Fan En. "Did you bring a car?" Fan En blinked. "Huh? I drove the 911 today..." "Lend it to me later." With that, Mu Hanxiao walked away. Alex watched him go, baffled, while the clueless onlookers buzzed with excitement, asking what the relationship between Mu Yu and Mu Hanxiao was—were they really getting married? Fan En felt a headache coming on and dragged Mu Yu aside. "What the hell did you just say?!" Fan En roared. Mu Yu covered his ears. "You heard me." "Am I insane, or are you? You're brothers!" Mu Yu blinked innocently. "Not anymore. I'm a Glinka now, not a Mu." Fan En's face twisted. "I'm being serious here! Stop joking around!" "Wh...

The spring night was much colder than the day. With the heating turned off at home, Mu Yu curled up in Mu Hanxiao's arms, secretly playing with his phone under the covers. Busy with work during the day, and forbidden by Mu Hanxiao to stay up late, he would pretend to sleep, waiting until Mu Hanxiao dozed off to scroll through social media. Seeing photos of others' dinner spreads, his stomach wasn't hungry, but his mouth watered. Putting down his phone, he nudged Mu Hanxiao. "Mu Hanxiao." Roused awake, Mu Hanxiao opened his eyes to look at him. "I'm hungry. Make me a midnight snack," Mu Yu said. "Didn't you eat enough for dinner?" "I did, but I'm hungry again now." "No eating at this hour." "I want it now!" He started pestering Mu Hanxiao again. Ever since they moved into the house on Congress Street together, Mu Yu had been finding reasons to bother Mu Hanxiao constantly. Now that Mu Hanxiao ha...

The shift between dawn and dusk felt like an illusion beyond the glass. Mu Yu lost track of time. Mu Hanxiao was like a beast in heat, taking him whenever and wherever he pleased, fucking him to the bone. His hole was swollen and gaping, unable to close, thick cum dripping out in streams. He couldn't even leave the bed, carried to the bathroom by Mu Hanxiao to be cleaned—only to be pinned down again moments later, forced to suck him off until he came in his mouth. He couldn't even muster anger, being manipulated like a puppet until he fell apart. Mu Hanxiao's focus reached terrifying intensity—his eyes saw only Mu Yu. Whenever Mu Yu showed any intention to escape or resist, his possessiveness and destructive urges would flare up repeatedly, driving him to pin Mu Yu beneath him, fucking him into oblivion until certain he could never leave his sight again. On some indiscernible morning, Mu Yu woke with a low fever. Mu Hanxiao had changed him into clean clothes and cleaned ...

A sharp crack echoed in the room as Mu Hanxiao violently snapped the restraints binding him. His wrists were covered in red marks from the struggle, and his hand bones dislocated as he tore free—yet he seemed impervious to pain. He ripped off the blindfold, then smashed the bedside lamp. Mu Yu was really gone. Phil had chased after him, leaving Li Bing uncertain of what had happened. Cautiously, he spoke outside the bedroom door, "Mr. Mu Yu has left for the airport. May I ask—" He waited for a long time before the door was suddenly yanked open. Mu Hanxiao stood there, already dressed in a shirt, though the collar remained undone. His skin still bore the flush of desire, his short hair damp and disheveled. An aura of barely restrained fury radiated from him—Li Bing hadn't seen his boss this out of control since he had stopped taking medication. It was unsettling. His boss had once struggled with emotional regulation. In Mu Yu's third year studying abroad, Mu Hanxia...

It had been a long time since Mu Yu woke up in the middle of a dream. When he opened his eyes, it was still deep at night. The moon was bright, the stars sparse, and the rustling of leaves and flowers drifted in from the courtyard. Mu Yu shifted slightly, and the arm encircling his waist tightened just a fraction in response. Warm, even breaths brushed against the nape of his neck. Mu Hanxiao held him from behind, deep in sleep. The man's tall, sturdy frame pressed against him, radiating heat that warmed his limbs, creating an indescribable physical comfort. Still drowsy from waking, Mu Yu gazed at Mu Hanxiao's hand before him. His palm was broad, fingers long and slender, loosely cupping Mu Yu's hand, enveloping it within his own. Long ago, they had slept like this too. Little Mu Yu would always burrow into Mu Hanxiao's embrace, clutching one of his hands with both of his own and wrapping his legs around one of Mu Hanxiao's. At first, Mu Hanxiao disliked the p...

Huo Shiyin had taken the morning off to care for her sick grandmother at the hospital. She barely managed to grab lunch before rushing back to the office without a moment's rest. The moment she stepped into the company, she sensed something was off. Many employees were sitting at their desks, distracted, and none of the managers were in their offices. Lu Hao had said he'd be in today, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her assistant hurried over and whispered, "Sis, we seem to have a visitor." "Who?" "Not sure. Brother Lu brought them in. They look like investors really intimidating presence." The girl blushed slightly. "... And really good- looking too." Huo Shiyin gave her a look that said, "You hopeless child," before walking up to the closed meeting room door and knocking. "Lu Hao?" Lu Hao's voice came from inside. "Shiyin, come in!" She pushed the door open to find all the company's executives...