[BL] I Only Like Your Face

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UPLOADER'S NOTE:

Because this is MTL, there are a lot of mistakes in translaion esp the name.

I'm just gonna put it down here:

Han Shaoyang/Shaofang = Han Shaozhou

Brother Yang/Fang = Brother Zhou

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"I Only Like Your Face" Chapter 91

When Han Shaofang returned to his room, he went into the bathroom to take a shower. The touch and warmth of holding the person in his arms still remained in his arms, and even the wisps of body breath still lingered in his nose.

　- Holding the wall with his hands - Rushing with his hands, Han Shaofang felt bitter in his heart. There is probably no one more worthless than him in the world.

　It was almost two o'clock in the morning. Mo Ming hesitated for a moment and finally called Zhou Yixiang. He sent the photos he took from the album to Zhou Yixiang and asked Zhou Yixiang to confirm it for him.

　"It's exactly the same as Zhou Xu's..." Zhou Yixiang said.

　Mo Ming quickly asked: "Teacher, do you know the origin of this bracelet?"

　He had seen it in Zhou Xu's apartment earlier, but he only thought it was an ordinary personal jewelry and didn't pay much attention to it.

　"When Zhou Xu was adopted, he had this thing." Zhou Yixiang recalled, "I remember he seemed to have said that it was left to him by his mother." "Teacher, do you know

　who Brother Zhou's mother is?" "

　This I don't know. I only heard that his mother died of illness and was sent to an orphanage."

　"Where is the orphanage where Zhou Xu was?"

　Han Shaoyang came out of the bathroom, and Mo Ming was standing by the window talking on the phone. , wearing open-toed cotton slippers, with white ankle bones exposed under her long legs, and a narrow waistline that makes people want to reach out and measure it.

　Han Shaofang felt that the desire that had just been relieved was beginning to stir again. He quickly sat down on the ground beside the bed and pulled the thin blanket to cover his waist. At this time, Mo Ming had just finished making the phone call. He turned around and stared at the person sitting on the edge of the bed. Han Shaoyang was on the carpet, squinting his eyes and looking thoughtfully.

　Han Shaoyang felt even more guilty when he was stared at by Mo Ming's unclear gaze: "What's wrong?"

　Mo Ming walked to the bed, squatted down on one knee beside Han Shaoyang, slowly leaned forward and put his face close to Han Shaoyang.

　Looking at the face that was so close, Han Shaoyang took the thin blanket under his tight-fitting hands and tried to cover his lower abdomen, leaning back slightly.

　"What, what's wrong?" Han Shaofang's throat slid, twitching the corners of his lips, "What's on my face?"

　Mo Ming frowned and said thoughtfully, "You look a lot like your uncle."