Mo Xun rarely cooked usually, but he was happy to make food for Yinnian.
Coming to the kitchen, he opened his phone to find a food blogger’s tutorial video, following the recipe to make a pot of light, delicious lean meat porridge and stir-frying two plates of easily digestible vegetarian dishes before bringing them to the third floor.
Fang Yinnian was lying in bed daydreaming. Hearing the door, he looked up, meeting Mo Xun’s gaze before immediately looking away embarrassedly. Though they’d done such intimate things last night, being looked at by this man still made Fang Yinnian’s heart race uncontrollably.
Seeing his evasive gaze, Mo Xun couldn’t help chuckling softly. He walked to the bedside to help him sit up, saying gently: “You must be hungry? Eat something first.”
Fang Yinnian reached to take the bowl, but Mo Xun set up a small table on the bed, arranged the food, and actively picked up the spoon: “I’ll feed you.”
Fang Yinnian was stunned: “My hands work fine.”
Mo Xun said directly: “I just want to feed you. Could you satisfy this wish of mine?”
Whenever he softened his attitude and made gentle requests like this, Fang Yinnian couldn’t bear to refuse. Seeing Mo Xun actively scoop up porridge and bring it to his lips, he could only open his mouth with reddened ears: “Alright.”
Mo Xun immediately smiled and fed him.
The rice porridge was soft and easily digestible, with meat fragrance mixed in, giving his taste buds the most proper comfort. Fang Yinnian had consumed too much energy last night and was indeed very hungry. As Mo Xun continued feeding him, he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and eat spoonful by spoonful.
Mo Xun said: “My cooking skills don’t match yours—make do with it for now. Try this vegetable dish.”
He picked up vegetables with chopsticks to feed Fang Yinnian, receiving good reviews: “Very delicious.”
Mo Xun smiled: “I followed a food content creator’s recipe. I’ll work hard to learn and make more delicious food for you in the future. Come, eat more.”
He scooped another spoonful of porridge to Fang Yinnian’s lips.
Being carefully looked after by this man felt very strange.
In fans’ eyes, Mo Xun was FTM’s decisive, imposing captain who danced with great presence and could play police officers or martial arts masters without any awkwardness—an actor with incredibly cool action scenes.
In front of others, Mo Xun rarely showed such gentle sides.
This tenderness was reserved exclusively for him—thinking of this made Fang Yinnian’s heart involuntarily soften.
After eating half a bowl of porridge, Fang Yinnian said: “Aren’t you hungry? You should eat some too.”
Mo Xun said: “There’s more in the pot. I’ll eat after you’re full.”
Fang Yinnian snatched the spoon from his hands, scooping porridge to bring to his mouth: “Let’s eat together.”
The spoon-snatching motion was swift, though his ears reddened slightly.
Mo Xun was stunned momentarily, realizing Yinnian wanted to feed him, and immediately smiled while opening his mouth to eat the spoonful Fang Yinnian fed him.
Mm, truly fragrant.
So the two fed each other spoonful by spoonful, finishing the remaining half bowl of porridge and picking vegetables for each other until both vegetarian dishes were completely eaten. Mo Xun efficiently cleared away the plates.
Fang Yinnian watched the man’s back, lowering his head embarrassedly: “Don’t you think us feeding each other like this is very childish?”
Mo Xun laughed: “Mm, indeed a bit cheesy—even fanfiction about us isn’t this clingy.”
Fang Yinnian looked up at him: “Fanfiction? You read those too?”
Mo Xun turned and came to the bedside, lifting the covers to get in bed. He leaned against the headboard, reaching his arms under Yinnian’s armpits from behind to hold his waist.
This back-hugging position gave Fang Yinnian great security. He leaned back, simply resting his upper body against the man’s solid chest.
Mo Xun opened his phone to log into his Weibo alternate account, showing Fang Yinnian the fanfiction reposts on his homepage: “This CP fan is the author who wrote ‘Desert Island Survival Chronicles’ back then. She has new work recently—want to see?”
Fang Yinnian curiously looked at Mo Xun’s phone.
The new work was called “Base Daily Life,” writing about Mo Xun recently taking vacation to return to the base while Fang Yinnian stayed in seclusion writing songs—two people with sparks flying, shamelessly living their two-person world.
Fang Yinnian: “…”
The Mo Xun in the novel was actually far less excessive than last night.
Due to platform regulations, online platforms couldn’t write explicit content—CP fans wrote very innocent things, at most kiss scenes. But actually, how Mo Xun treated him last night…
Even CP fans probably couldn’t imagine it.
Earlier when Mo Xun was cooking, Fang Yinnian had gone to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Looking at himself covered in purple-blue marks in the mirror made his scalp tingle.
His skin was very fair—slight touches easily left marks.
Mo Xun last night was both gentle and passionate, this man had extremely crazy possessiveness toward him.
Thinking about it made Fang Yinnian blush uncontrollably.
Mo Xun’s low voice sounded overhead with hints of laughter: “MoFang CP fans keep increasing. Though we haven’t appeared these past days, the super topic still tops daily rankings—all from imagining our base two-person world. Do you think… we’re really well-matched? Even imagination lets them ship us to death.”
Fang Yinnian asked back: “What do you think?”
Mo Xun reached out to turn his face around, giving him a gentle kiss: “I think we’re perfectly matched.”
He gazed into Fang Yinnian’s eyes: “In the whole world I only like you, and you only like me, okay?”
Fang Yinnian smiled, looking up to give Mo Xun a very light kiss.
He’d turned gay because of Mo Xun. Besides Mo Xun, he could no longer accept other men or women—he was truly done for by this guy in this lifetime.
The bedroom was very quiet—they could almost hear each other’s heartbeats and breathing. Fang Yinnian found a comfortable position nestled in Mo Xun’s arms while Mo Xun gently held him from behind.
Such an intimately warm position made both reluctant to separate.
After a moment, Fang Yinnian suddenly said: “Mo Xun, I have a question for you.”
Mo Xun hummed lowly: “Ask away.”
Fang Yinnian asked curiously: “Weren’t you straight? When did you start liking me?”
Mo Xun rested his chin in his shoulder hollow, thinking for a moment before smiling: “I was indeed straight before, but not 100% straight. Maybe when you unhesitatingly accompanied me to Thailand, I was already somewhat moved. Later…”
He fell into memories, his voice growing increasingly tender: “That Spring Festival when we played poker, you kept losing and got drunk. I carried you to the bedroom to sleep, then you held my hand.”
Fang Yinnian looked back at him in surprise: “Really?”
Mo Xun grasped his hand under the covers, fingers gently threading through the gaps in this intimate “interlocking fingers” gesture that made Fang Yinnian’s heart skip slightly.
The next moment he heard Mo Xun say: “You interlocked fingers with me just like this then.”
Fang Yinnian couldn’t believe it: “Really?”
Mo Xun raised an eyebrow: “Why would I lie? Actually, you bent me first.”
Fang Yinnian’s ears heated: “I don’t remember. That was my first time getting drunk—completely blacked out. Why would I suddenly interlock fingers with you?”
Mo Xun nuzzled his shoulder coquettishly: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember—you have to take responsibility for me anyway.”
Fang Yinnian looked at him suspiciously: “You’re not making this up, are you?”
Mo Xun immediately raised his right hand: “I swear I’m not lying to you—not before, not in the future.”
Fang Yinnian saw his serious expression and finally believed what he said.
He’d actually bent Mo Xun first?
And actively interlocked fingers with him?
Fang Yinnian said with a red face: “I… I’ll take responsibility.”
Only then did Mo Xun become happy, continuing to hold his waist with both hands: “So when did you start liking me?”
Fang Yinnian said: “Actually, I always had good feelings toward you, thinking you were especially responsible and reliable, then… that Golden Song Awards celebration banquet when you kissed me after getting drunk…”
Fang Yinnian was somewhat embarrassed: “That’s when I realized my feelings for you weren’t simply brotherly.”
Mo Xun suppressed laughter: “Seems I should thank that celebration banquet.”
Alcohol only acted as a catalyst—essentially because both had been secretly liking each other, with corners of their hearts long occupied by the other person.
That’s why they revealed true feelings after drinking, right?
Fang Yinnian played with Mo Xun’s fingers for a while, saying: “Do you have any plans this afternoon?”
Mo Xun replied: “Nothing planned—just giving myself a vacation.”
Fang Yinnian was about to speak when Mo Xun immediately interrupted: “You should rest well too. After all that activity last night, you’re definitely tired. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.”
Fang Yinnian had to give up: “Then bring over the iPad—let’s watch some movies.”
Mo Xun said: “Good, we’ll watch in bed.”
He fetched his iPad from his own bedroom, still getting in bed to hold Fang Yinnian from behind. The man let Fang Yinnian lean completely against him—this “encircling the other” embrace carried thick possessiveness.
Fang Yinnian didn’t struggle; using Mo Xun’s chest as a backrest was quite comfortable.
They watched movies all afternoon. Mo Xun suggested: “Let’s buy a projector and screen later—watching movies lying in bed is more convenient. The iPad screen is too small and hurts the eyes.”
Fang Yinnian agreed: “Good.”
Mo Xun laughed: “I’ll place the order right now.”
The projector and screen were delivered the next day and installed in Fang Yinnian’s bedroom.
Over the following two weeks, they spent sweet couple time at the base.
The quiet villa district had no outside interference, no worry about paparazzi discovery.
After Fang Yinnian’s body healed, Mo Xun couldn’t restrain himself again, pressing him onto the bed several times.
They tried various new positions. Fang Yinnian always blushed while trying to cooperate as much as possible. After all, Mo Xun was gentle with him and he could enjoy the pleasure too…
They were both adults—no need for false modesty in bed; comfort was most important.
Unknowingly, Fang Yinnian was corrupted by Mo Xun, his voice becoming hoarse from calling out each time.
His voice was naturally beautiful, able to sing into people’s hearts.
When tremblingly calling Mo Xun’s name in bed, that voice was absolutely soul-stirring. Mo Xun was so aroused his blood surged, unable to resist taking him several more rounds each time, wanting to hear him call his name more.
They became increasingly compatible in bed.
The little couple was inseparable like glue, almost like a honeymoon. Mo Xun practically stuck to Fang Yinnian, following him everywhere.
Fang Yinnian was helpless about this “large follower” but let him be.
This day, they were intimately kissing on the living room sofa when Mo Xun’s phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed manager Xu Baichuan’s name.
Mo Xun answered the call to Xu’s anxious voice: “Mo Xun, have you finished reading scripts? Director Chen and Director Zhou have called me several times. Give me your preference so I can negotiate with them.”
Mo Xun said: “I’ve read the scripts. I want Director Chen’s crew—the spy drama.”
Xu Baichuan was somewhat surprised: “Spy dramas are even more niche than suspense. Are you sure about this?”
Mo Xun replied: “Yes. Director Zhou’s suspense film still has me playing police with similar character development. I want to try different types—playing an undercover agent is more challenging.”
He always had strong opinions about acting. Xu Baichuan went along: “Alright, I’ll negotiate salaries. Come sign contracts at the company after it’s settled—probably within days.”
Mo Xun smiled: “Brother Xu, have legal review the contract. If there are no problems, just mail it to me. I’m resting at the base these days and don’t want to go to the company—traveling back and forth is troublesome.”
Xu Baichuan was puzzled. The base was only 3 hours by car from the company—how troublesome was that? Express delivery would add another day anyway.
Xu Baichuan asked: “What are you doing staying at the base all this time?”
Mo Xun said righteously: “I’m helping Yinnian find inspiration.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Finding inspiration in bed? You’re shameless enough.
Xu Baichuan said: “Oh right, I have something to discuss with Yinnian. Is he there?”
Mo Xun turned dramatic: “Yinnian’s in the basement workspace. I’ll get him for you.” Then he walked around Fang Yinnian sitting beside him to the staircase, shouting loudly: “Yinnian, are you done with work? The manager’s looking for you—come up and take a call.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Returning to the sofa, Mo Xun chuckled while handing Fang Yinnian the phone.
Fang Yinnian glared at him before taking the phone, helplessly playing along: “Cough, Brother Xu, you’re looking for me?”
Xu Baichuan said: “Yes, I received your songs. You want to release a single first? I discussed with promotions—releasing around Mid-Autumn Festival would be appropriate. If convenient, could you come record at the company the day after tomorrow?”
Mo Xun immediately frowned.
They’d finally gotten their private world—of course he didn’t want Yinnian called away.
Fang Yinnian felt the same, saying: “These few days… cough, my throat’s uncomfortable. I caught a cold. I’ll record next week. The base has a recording studio—I’ll record and send it directly to you.”
Xu Baichuan asked with concern: “You caught a cold? Is it serious?”
Fang Yinnian’s cheeks heated: “Not serious.”
Xu Baichuan said: “Your voice sounds very hoarse. You’re a singer—you must protect your throat. Fortunately Mo Xun’s at the base. If it gets serious, have him drive you to the hospital immediately, understand?”
Fang Yinnian thought: it’s precisely because Mo Xun is at the base that his voice is hoarse.
Last night’s excessive activity left his throat still unrecovered.
However, lying to their manager made Fang Yinnian feel guilty, his voice weakening: “I know, Brother Xu. Don’t worry—it’s much better already. I won’t delay work.”
Only then did Xu Baichuan relax: “Good. Call me if anything comes up.”
After hanging up, they looked at each other, both feeling guilty.
Fang Yinnian lowered his head: “When should we tell our manager? Constantly lying to him doesn’t feel right.”
Mo Xun gently ruffled Fang Yinnian’s hair, saying softly: “Later. When group activities start at year-end with everyone present, we’ll come clean with all of them.”
Fang Yinnian worried: “Will Brother Xu be very angry?”
Mo Xun smiled, pulling him into his arms: “Of course he’ll be angry—like a homeroom teacher seeing excellent students dating, plus displeasure at this good cabbage being stolen by a pig.”
Fang Yinnian was amused by Mo Xun—how did he describe himself as a pig? He couldn’t help kissing Mo Xun’s chin: “In Brother Xu’s eyes, you’re also his cultivated good cabbage.”
Mo Xun joked: “Then we’re doomed—losing two good cabbages at once will drive Old Xu crazy.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Hearing Mo Xun’s jokes, Fang Yinnian felt much more relaxed.
Xu Baichuan would definitely be angry. How should they appease Old Xu then? Fang Yinnian wondered whether to buy their manager some gifts to curry favor.
Regardless, no one could separate him from Mo Xun. He’d face everything together with Mo Xun.
***
The half-month of sweet time quickly passed.
Though reluctant, Mo Xun still had to join the crew on schedule.
The night before leaving Jiangzhou, Fang Yinnian seemed reluctant too, actively leaning over to kiss him.
Mo Xun had never seen such passionate, proactive Yinnian. Momentarily losing control, he took him fiercely several times until 3 AM.
The next day at noon, Mo Xun made lunch for Fang Yinnian, kissing his forehead: “What should I do, Yinnian? I really don’t want to leave. Should I take a few more days off…”
Fang Yinnian’s lashes trembled as he opened his eyes: “You can’t make the entire crew wait for you and delay everyone’s work. The director would be unhappy.”
Mo Xun held him tighter: “But I can’t bear to leave you.”
Fang Yinnian actively kissed his cheek: “Go on. This isn’t our first separation—just temporary. We’ll meet again soon.”
Though not their first separation, this time was different—their two weeks at the base had been as sweet and warm as newlyweds, with physical and spiritual intimacy leaving them craving more.
With such beautiful experiences, who the hell wanted to work?
Mo Xun finally understood the reason for “the emperor no longer holding court”—truly, with Yinnian at home, he wanted to stick by Fang Yinnian’s side daily, ignoring everything else.
However, contracts were signed—he couldn’t break promises. Moreover, Yinnian would soon prepare single releases too.
Mo Xun gave Fang Yinnian a gentle, deep kiss, saying quietly: “I’m leaving then. Take care of yourself, eat properly. If you feel uncomfortable, there’s new ointment in the drawer.”
Fang Yinnian nodded: “Go. Don’t overwork yourself on set. Call me if anything happens.”
Mo Xun kept looking back: “Really leaving?”
Fang Yinnian’s eyes curved: “Hurry up—you’ll miss your flight if you keep dawdling.”
Mo Xun reached the door, suddenly returning to the bedside in a few steps to tightly hug Fang Yinnian once before decisively turning and leaving without looking back.
Fang Yinnian’s heart melted from the embrace, his eyes reddening involuntarily.
So reluctant…
He knew how reluctant Mo Xun was because he felt the same.
What couple in passionate love wanted to separate?
But there was no choice—they couldn’t stay glued here ignoring work forever.
Celebrity couples always had more separations than time together. Once Mo Xun joined a crew, it meant months away. He’d also be releasing new songs and joining variety shows as permanent cast.
They wouldn’t meet again until year-end.
***
Fang Yinnian’s new single released on Mid-Autumn Festival, exploding across the internet.
Fans excitedly looped it repeatedly.
“The song quality from Yinnian’s seclusion is so high!”
“This song is super beautiful—hope Yinnian performs it on stage.”
“When will he release a new album? One single isn’t enough.”
In October and November, Fang Yinnian released another single each month.
He was indeed bursting with inspiration during this period, writing many songs.
Intimacy with Mo Xun couldn’t directly inspire his creativity, but nourished by love, his heart was wrapped in warmth, making songwriting incredibly smooth.
Besides releasing three consecutive singles, Fang Yinnian also became a regular guest on “Sounds of Nature” and appeared as a flying guest on several music variety shows, frequently showing his face to consolidate popularity.
His variety show appearance fees had now reached music industry TOP level.
After all, he had excellent vocals, good looks, and high popularity—music variety shows competed to have Yinnian on their programs.
Even CCTV variety shows actively invited this “Chinese Good Songs” champion. Yinnian had become the new generation’s representative of vocal ability plus creative talent in the music industry.
His second solo album would be released next year, allowing him to firmly establish himself in the music industry.
Time quickly reached December.
Mo Xun’s new movie wrapped on schedule, and Tan Junwen’s period drama also wrapped.
December 20th, all five gathered at the base.
That evening, Fang Yinnian and Mo Xun cooked a large table of dishes, also inviting their manager over.
At the dinner table, Mo Xun raised his red wine, smiling: “We can gather together again. Come, let’s toast first—wishing everyone’s careers flourish.”
Everyone raised their glasses together: “Cheers!”
After putting down wine glasses, Mo Xun glanced at Fang Yinnian, then continued: “Additionally, Yinnian and I have something we want to clarify with everyone.”
Fang Yinnian smiled and added: “We’re together.”
“Pfft—” Tan Junwen directly spat out the red wine he hadn’t yet swallowed.
Fu Fei looked at Fang Yinnian blankly: “What do you mean ‘together’? Aren’t we all together today?”
Mo Xun, in front of everyone, gently kissed Fang Yinnian’s lips: “This kind of together. I’m now Yinnian’s boyfriend, and of course, Yinnian is also my boyfriend. Understand now, Xiao Fei?”
“Pfft—”
This time it was manager Xu Baichuan, choking on saliva and coughing with a completely red face: “Cough cough cough!”
Fu Fei came to his senses, bursting out: “Holy crap, you two… dat… dating?!”
The two looked at each other and nodded in acknowledgment.
Fu Fei: “Holy crap, holy crap!”
Only Tang Che remained calmest, patting the continuously coughing manager’s back while saying flatly: “Xiao Fei, stop being a broken record saying ‘holy crap.’ I’ve long felt something was off about you two—as expected.”
Tan Junwen smiled: “So MoFang CP is real?”
Xu Baichuan looked devastated: “You two! Weren’t you both straight? Huh?!”
Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian: “…”
The manager was heartbroken, his voice trembling: “I said from the beginning that you could only do CP business if you were straight! Didn’t you both promise me you were straight?”
Mo Xun replied calmly: “We were indeed straight at first, then bent each other later.”
Everyone: “…”
This was possible?
Xu Baichuan was so angry he nearly fainted.
Mo Xun said quietly: “Brother Xu, don’t be angry. Yinnian and I didn’t intentionally deceive you. We can’t control matters of the heart—we just fell for each other.”
Fang Yinnian said softly: “Sorry, Brother Xu. I really do like Mo Xun very much.”
Mo Xun immediately followed: “I also like Yinnian very much. When Yinnian went abroad, I chased him to the airport to confess. Actually from that moment, we confirmed our romantic relationship and kept secretly in contact.”
Xu Baichuan pointed at Mo Xun with trembling fingers: “You’re so bold! Actually daring to chase to the airport!”
Thinking about it was truly frightening—fortunately these two were never photographed by paparazzi. Otherwise, forget FTM reuniting, Fang Yinnian might not even have been able to return to the entertainment industry.
The two children he’d once trusted most had secretly prepared a bombshell behind his back.
It directly blasted him dizzy.
He experienced for the first time—the feeling of a homeroom teacher discovering two good students secretly dating.
Actually playing underground romance—you two are really something!
Author’s Note:
Old Xu: Who will save me? So mentally exhausted!
**
