Chapter 6

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Ding! Task completed!

At the moment the match whistle blew, a metallic voice devoid of any human emotion echoed in Yang Mo's mind, then continuously surged through his brain nerves—gentle like a breeze, making Yang Mo almost moan. While his brain nerves felt lazily comfortable, his entire body also experienced a wave of warm fullness—a warm current like lukewarm water continuously flowed through Yang Mo's limbs, making his meridians, muscles, and bones almost sing.

Pain might have no end, but comfort always has a limit.

After about half an hour, the unprecedented comfort finally ended. Yang Mo slowly opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness flashing in his pupils. He blinked a few times and couldn't help but scream... "Ah! What's going on!"

His scream immediately woke up the beauty who was sound asleep on his firm chest.

"What's wrong? Brother Mo!" Zhou Yiyi's voice was extremely lazy, her messy hair paired with two exquisitely white and soft mounds, making her look incredibly sexy.

Seeing this, Yang Mo couldn't help but have some physiological reactions.

Zhou Yiyi, tightly贴着 Yang Mo, immediately felt his reaction and her cheeks quickly turned a rosy red. She said somewhat embarrassedly, "Little rascal."

"Today is not possible, I hurt even a little movement!" Zhou Yiyi paused slightly, her cheeks red as if they were about to drip with water, and said shyly, "This is my first time."

After hearing Zhou Yiyi's extremely shy words, Yang Mo was instantly frightened: "I slept with Zhou Yiyi? And it's her first time? Oh my God, that means I have to take responsibility for her? But... I've always seen her as a sister!"

Under the immense shock, his lower body quickly softened.

"What's wrong, Brother Mo?" Zhou Yiyi gently climbed onto Yang Mo's neck and asked softly.

"Nothing, nothing!" Yang Mo subconsciously shook his head; he hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

After a moment of silence, seeing that Yang Mo was still expressionless, Zhou Yiyi asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yang Mo shook his head, trying to clear his mind: "I think... I mean, what should we do next?"

"What should we do?" Zhou Yiyi tilted her head slightly, her soft hair playfully brushing against Yang Mo's cheek. She smiled and said, "Of course, you should marry me."

Zhou Yiyi said this very naturally, as if it were a matter of course.

"Marry you..." Yang Mo was instantly stunned—he had never thought he would face this issue one day. He had always seen Zhou Yiyi as a sister or even a brother.

"I'm already yours!" Zhou Yiyi softly said this and then stretched out her hands to tightly embrace Yang Mo.

Seeing this, Yang Mo didn't know what to do. Zhou Yiyi was determined to be with him, and she had already given her first time to him. It would be somewhat inhumane to say anything irresponsible now, wouldn't it?

After a long silence, Yang Mo still said a somewhat cold-hearted sentence: "I think I still need some time to adapt to the term 'couple.' After all, we've always been buddies. The sudden change overnight caught me off guard."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Mo quickly added, "I'm not unwilling to take responsibility; I just need a little time to adapt."

"Okay!" Zhou Yiyi nodded in agreement and then muttered softly, "I never saw you as a buddy before."

"Okay!" Seeing that Zhou Yiyi didn't mind, Yang Mo felt relieved, nodded, and, after much hesitation, reached out to hug Zhou Yiyi around the waist and said, "Let's sleep a bit more; it's not even dawn yet."

"Okay!"

After Zhou Yiyi nodded, she fell into a deep sleep, her face full of happiness.

But Yang Mo couldn't fall asleep at all. He felt that the current scene was like a dream—how could Zhou Yiyi's first time be given to him before the night was over? Wasn't it just a dream? A dream where he traveled to Shaquille O'Neal's body and brutally beat Hakeem Olajuwon...

In the midst of his restless thoughts, Yang Mo finally fell into a difficult sleep. When he woke up groggily, he found that Zhou Yiyi, who had been lying on him, was gone.

Was it really just a dream?

Wiping his sleepy eyes, Yang Mo came to a conclusion that was clearly in his favor.

But soon, he himself overturned this theory because the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food and Zhou Yiyi's humming.

"Damn, this is really not a dream!"

Yang Mo's vision went dark, and he fell back down.

He lay on the bed, lost in thought for a long time, and finally decided to get up and bravely face everything. The moment his feet touched the floor, a strange change occurred—Yang Mo found his steps much firmer than before, a firmness full of power, a firmness he had never experienced before.

Bang!

Yang Mo punched the sandbag on the left side of the room, and the sandbag didn't budge. But soon... crack.

The sandbag split open, and the fine sand inside trickled down.

When a scene that usually only appeared in movies happened right before his eyes, Yang Mo couldn't believe it and raised his right fist, muttering, "How did I become a super-strong man overnight? Could it be because I took Zhou Yiyi's virginity last night? But that's not right; Yan Li's virginity was also taken by me?"

Yang Mo stared at his right fist, searching for a reason.

After about thirty seconds, a reason flashed in Yang Mo's mind, making him involuntarily shudder—could everything that happened in the dream be real? Did I really get 60% of Shaquille O'Neal's peak strength?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After throwing three punches, breaking the wardrobe, bedside table, and wooden sofa, Yang Mo was overjoyed. In the past, he was rejected by professional teams because of his lack of strength. Now, with this strength, he could even kill a bull. Why would professional teams not want him?

As Yang Mo was overjoyed, Zhou Yiyi's voice came from outside: "Brother Mo, the sun is shining on your butt, get up and have breakfast!"

Indeed, since it had already happened, what was the point of being anxious and worried? It was better to accept it calmly.

"Brother Mo, the sun is shining on your butt..." Zhou Yiyi's face, covered in cooking oil, poked into the room and said, "Come and have breakfast!"

Yang Mo got up, went to wash up, and walked to the dining room, where he was greeted by a table full of delicious breakfast. Zhou Yiyi's cooking skills were really good, and Yang Mo was very happy. He couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of happiness. Since his parents died in a car accident when he was ten, he had never had such a warm breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Mo couldn't wait to go to the basketball court to test his new strength and see if his ball skills had improved. He had a game with the street ball king today.

Before Zhou Yiyi could finish cleaning up, he left the house first. When Yang Mo opened the door, he saw a familiar figure walking back and forth in the hallway. Yes, it was Yan Li, standing at the door, waiting with her head held high.

Seeing this, Yang Mo remained calm, his heart unmoved. After drinking that cup of wine yesterday, this person had nothing to do with him anymore.

Just as Yang Mo was about to pass by, Yan Li suddenly knelt down at his feet. Before Yang Mo could react, Yan Li had already hugged his legs and begged with a sob, "Mo, can we start over?"

Yang Mo was unmoved. Despite the fact that this woman at his feet had once given him endless joy.

If Yang Mo hadn't seen Yan Li's nakedly materialistic face last night, he might have hesitated. But now, he was as firm as iron.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I won't leave you again!" Yan Li's tears flowed even more, and her hands clung tighter to his legs.

Yang Mo remained unmoved. At that moment, the door behind him opened, and Zhou Yiyi's head poked out. When she saw the scene, she couldn't help but feel worried—Brother Mo must not be lured by this bitch again.

Seeing that Yang Mo remained unmoved, Yan Li finally pulled out her trump card: "Mo, do you remember the promise you made to me after our first time? You said you would take care of me for life."

After hearing this, Yang Mo's lips curled into a cold smile. He said, "At that time, I didn't know you wanted a Ferrari and a Rolex."

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong." Yan Li suddenly stood up and clung tightly to Yang Mo, her chest pressing hard against his lower abdomen. If it were in the past, Yang Mo would definitely have been aroused. But now, he felt as calm as autumn water.

"It's no use!" Yang Mo reached out to push away Yan Li's grip.

But Yan Li suddenly squatted down, and her hands, which had been hugging Yang Mo's waist, quickly moved to his crotch... rip! She very skillfully pulled down his zipper.

"Don't you like oral sex the most? I'll satisfy you now!"

If it were in the past, Yang Mo would have been happy to hear this. But now, he only felt an indescribable disgust—he didn't want a mouth that had sucked another man's penis to suck his.

So, he pushed Yan Li away, quickly zipped up, and sternly said, "Yan Li, can't you stop degrading yourself? I'm telling you clearly, we can never go back to the way we were. Water that has been spilled can never be收回. You should have known this when you broke up with me yesterday."

"Why?" Yan Li, pushed away, looked desperate, like a neglected wife, and asked, "Weren't we in love before?"

"As you said, that was only before." Yang Mo replied calmly, "You should know my personality. Don't come and bother me anymore; it's embarrassing for both of us."

When Yang Mo said this, there was no trace of hope left in Yan Li's eyes. She knew Yang Mo's personality and had guessed that this might be the result when she confronted him. But she didn't expect the outcome to come so quickly.

"Take care of yourself!" Yang Mo said this and quickly passed by, not wanting to see this woman again. As he passed by, the door behind him tightly closed. Then, a voice full of happiness sounded—Brother Mo, wait for me.

Yang Mo stopped, turned his head slightly, and waited for Zhou Yiyi to come over.

When Zhou Yiyi, in a bird-like manner, leaned on Yang Mo's tall body and walked out, Yan Li's desperate eyes reflected endless envy, and she muttered, "This kind of happiness, I once had it too."

At that moment, she was extremely disappointed. She finally understood what was most important, but she had lost it forever.