Summer dark horse “Witness” exploding beyond circles further boosted Mo Xun’s popularity.
He was gradually shedding his “idol” label to become an actor earning through acting skills. Industry insiders considered Mo Xun the most successful actor transition among this batch of idols.
Since debut, he’d played many different roles, each portrayed notably well—truly born for acting, with excellent script selection instincts.
Several times he’d abandoned higher-paying productions with better crews for lower-paying, ordinary crews. Every time, his rejected projects flopped while his chosen ones succeeded.
Industry initially thought this was mystical luck.
But with multiple mystical instances, they had to admire Mo Xun’s script selection vision.
Fang Yinnian knew Mo Xun was excellent at choosing character personas and understanding scripts. Compared to empty-headed actors, Mo Xun had always been opinionated and goal-oriented.
He seriously studied every drama script he accepted. Crews and pay were secondary—plenty of renowned directors with luxury teams flopped, while character development and scripts were key to drama success.
Facts proved his choices were correct.
This suspense drama “Witness” starring him as the lead—3 billion box office, historical champion in the suspense genre—was enough to let him stand tall in the film industry.
Indeed, after this movie exploded, Sound Wave Entertainment’s film and TV management team’s inbox received many scripts, all for Mo Xun—various modern suspense, period suspense TV dramas, movies—for him to choose freely.
Some major directors preparing films personally called Xu Baichuan, inviting Mo Xun to join.
Xu Baichuan responded uniformly: “Mo Xun gave himself a half-month vacation and is currently reading scripts. He’ll come out to film after resting. Which production he joins depends on his own thoughts.”
After attending his final roadshow, Mo Xun disappeared from public view.
His major fans and fansite admins knew he’d gone to Jiangzhou because someone photographed him at the airport.
Paparazzi also captured—Mo Xun returning to the villa district where FTM’s base was located.
The villa district had strict security; paparazzi couldn’t enter and had to retreat, but everyone knew Mo Xun had gone to the base.
Fans speculated: “Is he going back to read scripts?”
“That house seems to be Brother Mo’s purchase—returning to base is like going home.”
“Xiao Fei, Che Che, Junwen are all outside. Recently only Yinnian is at the base in songwriting seclusion, right?”
“Brother Mo might also want to rest at the base for a while—villa districts are quieter after all.”
“Rest well! Half a year of non-stop work~”
Solo fans didn’t overthink, all supporting Mo Xun resting before filming his next movie.
But CP fans got collectively excited—
“Holy crap, Brother Mo returned to the base?
Doesn’t that mean he’ll be alone at the base with Nian-nian next?”
“Teammates are all away, only the two of them at the base—hehe, those who understand, understand [sneaky smile]”
“Ahhh I’m shipping again [heart]”
“Little couple alone at the base—wonder what might happen~”
“Doesn’t this base become their two-person world?”
“Fanfiction writers, start writing novels!”
Indeed fanfiction writers began writing novels titled “Base Daily Life.”
It was the same legendary writer who’d written “Desert Island Daily Life.”
***
Mo Xun flew back to Jiangzhou travel-worn. Xu Baichuan sent Master Jiang to pick him up. This car’s license plate was long since no secret, and paparazzi indeed followed behind.
Mo Xun paid no attention—being openly seen returning to FTM’s base didn’t matter.
After the car reached the villa district, Master Jiang left. Mo Xun stood before the villa, seeing warm light inside, his lips unconsciously curving upward—Yinnian was home.
Coming home tired from work to have someone beloved waiting—this feeling was truly wonderful!
Mo Xun removed his mask and sunglasses, entering the password to open the door.
Fang Yinnian was cooking in the kitchen, wearing an apron and skillfully handling ingredients with gentle, homely man appearance. He faced away from the living room, not noticing Mo Xun’s entry.
Mo Xun changed to slippers and entered the kitchen, gently hugging him from behind.
Fang Yinnian startled, recognizing the familiar masculine scent before his eyes curved in a smile as he turned back: “You’re back?”
Mo Xun rested his chin on his shoulder: “Mm.”
Fang Yinnian was about to say “wait outside, dinner’s almost ready” when Mo Xun suddenly reached out, gently pinching his chin to turn his face around, then lowered his head slightly to kiss his lips.
“Mm…” Fang Yinnian’s heartbeat accelerated from the kiss, his ears burning hot.
Mo Xun’s kisses were always passionate, unceremoniously prying open the other’s teeth as his tongue conquered territory at will. Fang Yinnian’s whole body softened from the kiss, eyelashes lightly trembling, momentarily at a loss.
His hands were covered in flour, too embarrassed to grab Mo Xun’s clothes, so Fang Yinnian could only brace his hands on the kitchen counter, fingers gripping tightly as he passively endured the man’s passion.
“Mm… Mo… Mo Xun…”
Ambiguous breathing sounds came from the quiet kitchen.
As they say, “brief separation is better than newlywed bliss”—Mo Xun hadn’t seen him for a month and had nearly gone crazy with longing. The kissing lasted a while until Fang Yinnian’s lips became slightly swollen.
Until the sizzling sound of water overflowing from the pot reached their ears.
Fang Yinnian didn’t care about the flour on his hands, quickly pushing Mo Xun away: “The pot—the pot’s going to burn.”
Mo Xun’s black shirt now bore two white flour handprints on the chest. Ignoring this, he licked his lips with lingering desire as Fang Yinnian quickly turned around, lowering the gas flame and lifting the pot lid.
Chicken soup was simmering inside, its rich aroma wafting up.
Mo Xun asked: “You cooked personally today? Where’s the auntie?”
While adding seasonings to the pot, Fang Yinnian said softly: “You’re staying half a month this time. I gave auntie a vacation to rest—I’ll handle cooking these two weeks.”
Mo Xun said straightforwardly: “So you want to have our own private world together?”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Could you not expose this so directly? It was embarrassing.
Seeing Fang Yinnian’s slightly reddened ears, Mo Xun’s heart stirred. He stepped forward again, gently hugging him from behind: “Actually, I was thinking the same thing. Send auntie away so it’s just us two here, having our private world for a few days without any outside interference.”
Fang Yinnian’s heart pounded fiercely. He nodded, trying to seem calm: “Mm, having outsiders around is inconvenient after all. If auntie saw us kissing… that wouldn’t be good.”
Mo Xun chuckled while ruffling his hair: “Let me help you.”
He rolled up his sleeves to help Fang Yinnian chop vegetables.
The final dish was quickly finished, and they carried the steaming food to the table together.
Fang Yinnian had made all of Mo Xun’s favorite dishes tonight—four dishes plus soup with rice as the staple.
The villa’s dining room was spacious; with just the two of them, it felt empty.
However, under the warm overhead lighting, sitting face-to-face eating together while watching each other’s smiles, a strange sense of “home”-like warmth suddenly arose.
Fang Yinnian actively served Mo Xun a piece of spare rib: “You must have been exhausted this period?”
While gnawing the rib, Mo Xun said: “Mm, roadshows required flying nationwide. The crew worked hard on promotions—as the lead actor I had to cooperate. My schedule got completely messed up.” He quickly finished the rib, looking up at Fang Yinnian with praise: “My Yinnian’s cooking skills are still so good—the ribs are delicious.”
Fang Yinnian’s eyes curved as he served another piece: “Then eat more.”
Mo Xun’s heart was instantly filled with warmth.
He’d indeed been exhausted this period, but seeing Fang Yinnian the moment he returned home, all fatigue seemed to vanish instantly while his heart finally settled completely.
He truly loved Yinnian deeply—just being able to see Yinnian made him uncontrollably happy.
They ate dinner harmoniously. Mo Xun actively cleared the table, putting all dishes into the dishwasher.
By 7 PM, it was already dark.
Fang Yinnian turned toward the basement workspace.
Mo Xun immediately followed: “Still working tonight?”
Fang Yinnian said: “This song just needs final detail modifications—I want to finish tonight.”
Mo Xun asked concernedly: “How’s your seclusion harvest been? Is songwriting going smoothly?”
Fang Yinnian replied: “Wrote five ballads, planning to gradually release singles starting next month, then compile a personal album next year when I have enough.”
He paused, looking at Mo Xun: “FTM albums won’t be until the year after—we’ll release group albums every other year and personal albums on alternating years. Everyone’s time will be more adequate this way.”
Mo Xun nodded in agreement: “Mm. But don’t overwork yourself—no need to handle entire albums personally. The company’s newly signed producers are quite capable; let them share your workload.”
Fang Yinnian smiled: “I know, I won’t always take on everything myself.”
Mo Xun said: “Then continue working. Will my staying here to accompany you be disruptive?”
Fang Yinnian shook his head: “As long as you don’t dance in front of me and stay quiet, it won’t be disruptive.”
Mo Xun laughed, turning to sit on the sofa: “You do your thing, I’ll read scripts. Don’t worry—I won’t make noise interrupting your thoughts.”
Fang Yinnian: “Mm.”
So the two sat quietly in the workspace.
Fang Yinnian wore headphones editing songs while Mo Xun held an iPad reading scripts.
They accompanied each other without interference, and the workspace atmosphere inexplicably became warm.
At 10 PM, Fang Yinnian finally finished editing the song, saving the final version. Mo Xun also put down his script, standing up: “Sleep early—don’t stay up late.”
They took the elevator together to third-floor bedrooms.
Mo Xun turned to open his room door. Just as he was about to enter, Fang Yinnian suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Mo Xun turned back: “What’s wrong?”
Fang Yinnian stood on tiptoes, gently kissing his cheek: “Good night.”
This gentle goodnight kiss was like adding fuel to fire.
Mo Xun had been restraining himself, but Yinnian being so proactive completely ignited the desire in his heart. The man’s eyes deepened as his arm applied slight pressure, holding Fang Yinnian’s waist and pulling him into his embrace.
Their bodies pressed tightly together.
Mo Xun looked into his eyes, voice low and tender: “Sleep with me tonight—may I?”
Fang Yinnian’s heart suddenly raced wildly.
Sleep together?
They were both adults—sleeping together couldn’t just mean holding hands under covers chatting.
He understood Mo Xun’s meaning.
It’s just…
Thinking about intimate behavior between men, Fang Yinnian wasn’t psychologically fully prepared yet. After all, he wasn’t naturally gay—for a straight man to accept someone of the same sex still had some difficulty.
Dating was one thing, but when it came to actually sleeping together, Fang Yinnian’s heart was pounding with nervousness.
He didn’t know enough about this aspect.
However, Mo Xun’s gentle gaze made him suddenly unable to bear refusing.
The two had been separated for over a month. Mo Xun had been running roadshows nationwide while Fang Yinnian could only see his news online. The intense longing gradually seeped into his blood and bones—every night in dreams, Mo Xun’s figure would appear, as if every cell in his body was clamoring to see this man.
At this moment, how could he refuse?
They were both adults. Having physiological needs when facing someone you like was normal. Since they’d confirmed their romantic relationship, they would eventually… eventually reach this step.
After struggling internally for a moment, Fang Yinnian blushed and forced out one word: “Okay.”
Mo Xun’s heart surged with excitement as he directly scooped him up horizontally and carried him into his own bedroom, closing the door with his foot.
With his body suspended in air, Fang Yinnian hurriedly reached out to grab Mo Xun’s shoulders, his voice trembling slightly: “Mo Xun… I, I haven’t showered yet… Let me go shower first…”
Mo Xun carried him into his bathroom, saying in a low voice: “Let’s shower together.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Together? That would be too embarrassing!
Fang Yinnian was completely stunned by Mo Xun’s thinking, his face showing shock. By the time he came to his senses, Mo Xun had already carried him into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
It seemed this guy was determined to shower with him today.
Fang Yinnian pleaded with a red face: “I’m not used to showering with others. Can you go out first?”
Mo Xun said seriously: “I’m not used to it either, so we should try it. Won’t we get used to it gradually?”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
What kind of logic was that?
When Mo Xun became thick-skinned, Fang Yinnian couldn’t argue with him at all. Seeing Mo Xun begin filling the bathtub with water, Fang Yinnian could only awkwardly look away.
Fine, since he was rarely in such good spirits today, he shouldn’t refuse and disappoint him.
Warm water was quickly ready.
Mo Xun stepped forward, placing his hands on the buttons of Fang Yinnian’s clothes, asking gently: “Baby, can I help you undress?”
Fang Yinnian’s face instantly turned red: “Can you not call me baby? It’s so cheesy…”
Mo Xun laughed: “What’s wrong with couples being a bit cheesy? Should I say instead, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Fang, may I help you remove your clothing?'”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Mo Xun held him in his arms, nuzzling the top of his head: “Calling you baby flows more naturally.”
Unexpectedly, the outwardly upright Mo Xun was actually so shameless in private.
Fang Yinnian was wearing a white loungewear set made of comfortable pure cotton. The man’s fingers skillfully unbuttoned his first button, revealing beautiful, fair collarbones on both sides.
Fang Yinnian’s skin was blindingly white under the lights. When kissing him later, any marks left would definitely be very obvious, right?
Mo Xun’s breathing hitched as his fingers continued downward to unbutton the second button.
Fang Yinnian stood rigidly in place, so nervous he was about to become a statue, yet Mo Xun deliberately slowed his movements as if appreciating some beautiful scenery.
Fang Yinnian’s face grew redder and redder until he simply closed his eyes.
Seeing his shy, blushing appearance, Mo Xun’s desire to completely possess him grew even more intense. The man quickly stripped them both, carrying Fang Yinnian into the bathtub.
When renovating this house initially, Mo Xun had specifically enlarged the third-floor bathroom area. This room’s bathtub could easily accommodate two adults.
Fang Yinnian was held in Mo Xun’s arms from behind as the man squeezed some shampoo, his long fingers gently threading through his hair to carefully wash it first.
The shampoo’s fragrance filled his nostrils. Mo Xun had bought the same brand as Fang Yinnian—whether intentionally or not was unclear.
After washing Fang Yinnian’s hair, Mo Xun washed his own, then used the shower head to rinse them both clean before using body wash to cleanse Fang Yinnian’s body.
The man’s fingers were long and strong, though his palms had developed many calluses, making them somewhat rough.
Fang Yinnian gently grasped his hand, examining it carefully for a moment before saying with some heartache: “These are from filming action scenes, right? I remember your palms didn’t have so many calluses before.”
Mo Xun said quietly: “Mm, when filming action scenes I have to grip weapons like swords for sometimes an entire day. Over time, calluses form. My hands aren’t as nice-looking as before—do you find them unappealing?”
Fang Yinnian replied: “Of course not. I just think… you work so hard…”
Mo Xun chuckled softly: “Feeling sorry for me?”
Fang Yinnian was too embarrassed to speak. Mo Xun used his long fingers to apply body wash to Fang Yinnian’s shoulders, then followed the smooth shoulder lines downward, helping him wash.
Fang Yinnian’s face quickly reddened again.
Mo Xun’s hands were igniting fires everywhere, and Fang Yinnian’s body embarrassingly reacted.
He was clearly straight, yet being held in the arms of someone he liked while being carefully cleaned, intense shame and excitement mixed together, crashing like giant waves against his innocent mind.
He’d never dreamed—that he would have such a day with a man.
Noticing Fang Yinnian’s innocent reaction, Mo Xun couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
The low laughter in his ears made Fang Yinnian even more embarrassed, wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Mo Xun quickly cleaned them both, leading Fang Yinnian to stand under the shower area’s spray head. As he rinsed the foam from their bodies, he said quietly: “Let me help you.”
The moment the man gently grasped him, Fang Yinnian’s mind went blank.
…
Intense breathing sounds filled the bathroom.
Fang Yinnian looked at what was in Mo Xun’s palm, his face nearly exploding with redness.
Mo Xun calmly cleaned his hands, wrapped him in a bath towel to dry off, then carried him horizontally back to the bedroom bed.
The moment he was pressed down on the bed by the man, Fang Yinnian couldn’t help feeling nervous: “I, I didn’t prepare that… lub… lubricant…”
“I prepared it.” Mo Xun smoothly retrieved a delicate small bottle from the bedside drawer.
Fang Yinnian: “…”
You’re certainly well-prepared—this was premeditated, wasn’t it?
Fang Yinnian turned his face away, burying it in the pillow with only one red ear showing.
Mo Xun lowered his head to bite his ear, taking the red mole on his earlobe into his mouth to tease. Fang Yinnian’s whole body went soft, his voice trembling: “Don’t… don’t bite there…”
Mo Xun turned his face back, gently kissing his lips before whispering against them: “Yinnian, I know you’re not naturally gay—accepting this will be somewhat difficult. Don’t be afraid, I’ve done my homework and won’t hurt you.”
His voice was tender to the extreme: “I’ll be careful. Relax and trust me, okay?”
Warmth filled Fang Yinnian’s heart as he reached out to gently embrace the man’s shoulders. Closing his eyes with lightly trembling lashes, he said softly: “Mm, I’m not very experienced, so you… be gentle…”
Mo Xun kissed him: “Alright.”
This Yinnian was simply too adorable—he wanted to swallow him whole.
But since this was both their first time, being too hasty and hurting Yinnian would cause him pain and break Mo Xun’s heart too.
Mo Xun used the greatest patience of his lifetime, his movements extremely gentle.
He wanted Yinnian’s first time to leave beautiful memories so he wouldn’t resist intimacy in the future.
Fang Yinnian had never been treated so tenderly—his body and heart melted completely. He held Mo Xun’s shoulders tightly, trying to cooperate while breathing softly with Mo Xun’s rhythm.
The bedroom soon filled with both their rapid breathing.
Rain seemed to be falling outside, raindrops tapping against the windows with a pitter-patter sound.
Fang Yinnian felt somewhat dazed.
He couldn’t remember how many times Mo Xun wanted him. Later, his consciousness scattered, feeling like a small boat floating on the ocean’s surface, only able to rise and fall with Mo Xun’s movements.
Mo Xun had such good stamina, showing no signs of fatigue.
Fang Yinnian was nearly exhausted.
Before drowsily falling asleep, he heard the man’s low, tender voice in his ear.
“Yinnian, I like you so much.”
“I love you.”
…
Mo Xun didn’t know how to describe their first night together.
In any case, he was ecstatic.
Though Yinnian was very shy, he was also very cooperative and especially indulgent, allowing him to climax several times. Mo Xun’s first sexual experience as an adult made him realize that novel descriptions paled compared to reality.
No words could describe the experience of “spiritual and physical unity” with one’s beloved.
It felt like ascending to immortality.
He was truly blessed to encounter a lover like Yinnian.
Looking at the purple-blue marks covering the man in his arms, Mo Xun felt incredibly satisfied.
It was already 3 AM, yet Mo Xun remained tireless. After finishing, he carried Yinnian to the bathroom for simple cleaning and applied some ointment to the red, swollen area behind.
Proper post-care would make Yinnian much more comfortable when he woke up tomorrow.
The bed sheets were in complete disarray from their activities. Too lazy to find new bedding, Mo Xun simply carried Yinnian to his own bedroom to sleep embraced on clean sheets.
Both slept very deeply.
Possibly due to their bodies falling into exhaustion after intense physical activity, they didn’t wake until noon the next day.
Fang Yinnian opened his eyes to see a large expanse of honey-colored chest.
Mo Xun’s chest muscles were firm and powerful, his eight-pack abs solid and beautiful. Realizing he was sleeping in Mo Xun’s arms with his face pressed against his chest, thinking of last night’s intense activities made Fang Yinnian’s ears red again.
Mo Xun’s lips curved upward as he said cheerfully: “Awake?”
Fang Yinnian replied: “Mm, what time is it?”
His voice was very hoarse, probably from last night’s vocalizations.
Fang Yinnian coughed embarrassedly, wanting to get up for water.
Mo Xun thoughtfully brought a glass of warm water to his lips: “Drink some water to soothe your throat.”
Fang Yinnian drank a few sips from his hand, and his throat indeed felt much better.
Mo Xun asked gently: “Does your body still hurt?”
Fang Yinnian tried moving his legs under the covers, feeling tearing pain from behind, but with the cooling medicine’s comfort, it wasn’t as unbearable as he’d imagined.
His body had been cleaned and medicine applied?
Mo Xun was indeed very thoughtful and considerate.
Warmth filled Fang Yinnian’s heart as he said softly: “It doesn’t hurt, just a bit tired.”
Mo Xun leaned over to kiss his cheek, saying quietly: “Rest a while longer. I’ll make lunch and call you when it’s ready.”
Fang Yinnian struggled to get up, but his waist suddenly went weak and he fell back down. His legs were sore and numb, every cell in his body screaming like they’d been run over by wheels, not wanting to move. He looked at the man who’d been unrestrained last night, wrinkling his nose slightly: “Just bring it up when you’re done. I don’t want to walk.”
Mo Xun ruffled his hair, tucking the covers around him: “Alright, you rest. Leave everything else to me.”
After he left, Fang Yinnian took a deep breath and tentatively touched the painful area behind him.
Mo Xun had been very gentle last night, not hurting him, and was also very considerate of his feelings.
Though it hurt, it was also… very comfortable.
Thinking of this, Fang Yinnian’s cheeks couldn’t help but burn.
They were quite compatible in bed.
Being with a man wasn’t as difficult to accept as he’d imagined. Because the other person was Mo Xun, whom he liked very much, psychologically and physically, he wouldn’t reject Mo Xun’s advances.
Also because he was cooperative enough, their first sexual experience together was very beautiful.
Fang Yinnian curled up under the covers, his lips unconsciously curving into a smile.
Cough, last night’s experience… he had somewhat gotten a taste for it. They could try more in the future.
**
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