After completing the Asian Music Festival schedule, manager Xu Baichuan indeed gave everyone a month’s long vacation. Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian immediately booked tickets for their honeymoon.
Given their celebrity status, they could easily be spotted by passersby or disturbed by paparazzi domestically, so they decided on a relatively niche destination.
Few places were suitable for winter travel. Having grown tired of islands, they ultimately chose Nordic Lapland, planning to see snow scenery and aurora.
Snow-covered Lapland had vast areas within the Arctic Circle where spectacular aurora could be seen with good luck.
This sparsely populated region had temperatures that wouldn’t be unbearably low, plus many uniquely designed small wooden cabins where they could appreciate snow scenery up close without disturbance.
Mo Xun had pre-booked a honeymoon cabin.
After arriving in Lapland, they followed a local guide to their accommodation.
The wooden cabin was located deep in the forest, with several two-meter-tall snow pines planted in front. The castle-like roof was covered in thick snow, and two street lamps by the entrance gave off warm, cozy light in the evening.
Fang Yinnian had grown up in northern China and loved snow scenery. His first original song written in his youth was also snow-related.
Lapland’s snow scenery was far more spectacular than his hometown.
In the untouched forest snow lodge, the thick surrounding snow didn’t even have footprints—the pristine white landscape made one reluctant to disturb it.
Fang Yinnian and Mo Xun stopped in front of the house as the guide handed them the key card and enthusiastically explained: “There are prepared ingredients in the refrigerator—you can cook for yourselves. If you don’t want to cook, you can eat at a nearby town or contact the butler for meal delivery.”
“Entertainment activities can also be booked directly through the butler. Wishing you both a pleasant vacation.”
Fang Yinnian politely said: “Thank you.”
The guide was Chinese-descended and spoke fluent Chinese. After giving instructions, he tactfully left the snow lodge without disturbing them.
Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian entered together and put away their luggage.
The interior was cozily decorated with a complete living room, kitchen, and bathroom. 270-degree wraparound floor-to-ceiling windows offered views of beautiful exterior snow scenery, while the glass ceiling allowed stargazing at night.
The bedroom held a large double bed with obviously soft bedding.
They arrived in Lapland in the evening. After Mo Xun put away luggage and removed his coat, he glanced at the kitchen. The refrigerator indeed contained fresh ingredients. He turned back asking Fang Yinnian: “Hungry? Should we make something to eat first?”
Fang Yinnian went to the bedroom to change into pajamas before returning: “Let’s make something simple. Hmm… for stir-frying, seasonings aren’t complete enough—how about just cooking two bowls of noodles?”
Mo Xun smiled: “Good, I’ll treat you to a feast tomorrow.”
Fang Yinnian was head chef while Mo Xun assisted. The two coordinated perfectly, quickly and skillfully preparing a pot of steaming noodles.
They sat in the dining area eating while watching outside.
Beyond was a fairytale world covered in snow—the forest’s deep snow lodge was so quiet it seemed like a peaceful paradise removed from worldly concerns.
Sitting here face-to-face eating hot noodles, thinking about spending the rest of their lives with this man, Fang Yinnian’s heart filled with warmth.
Seeing his curved eyes and good mood, Mo Xun asked softly: “Do you like it here?”
Fang Yinnian nodded seriously: “I especially like it.”
Mo Xun smiled: “I thought for our honeymoon, just the two of us alone together, resting well for a while.”
Neither was particularly interested in various entertainment activities. When Mo Xun had visited Fang Yinnian’s hometown, they’d already tried snowmobiles, sledding, and such.
Simply being together without any disturbance, quietly enjoying their private world—they were already very satisfied.
Mo Xun’s voice was gentle: “Must have been exhausting this whole year?”
Fang Yinnian said: “Yes, this tour covered over thirty cities—quite tiring. Let’s rest early tonight.”
After dinner, it became completely dark.
After simple washing, they returned to the bedroom. Fang Yinnian sat on the bedside appreciating the exterior snow scenery when Mo Xun suddenly embraced him from behind.
The man whispered in his ear: “May I tonight?”
Fang Yinnian’s heart jumped as he asked quietly: “Aren’t you tired?”
Mo Xun chuckled: “Not tired—you should know my stamina by now.”
Fang Yinnian’s ears slightly reddened as he embarrassedly lowered his eyes.
On honeymoon, intimate relations were natural.
Moreover, after years together, they were already intimately familiar with each other’s bodies.
Seeing Yinnian didn’t refuse, Mo Xun gently slipped his hand into his pajamas. The man’s slender fingers ignited fires everywhere—Fang Yinnian couldn’t control the gasps escaping his lips: “Mm…”
Mo Xun flipped him onto the soft large bed.
Clothes were quickly unbuttoned and thrown to the floor.
Fang Yinnian gently embraced Mo Xun’s shoulders as passionate kisses fell on his lips. His teeth were skillfully pried open as Mo Xun began unceremoniously conquering territory.
Tonight’s Mo Xun seemed particularly passionate, like a starved beast madly kissing him. Fang Yinnian’s spine went numb from the kisses, his whole body softening.
Mo Xun casually turned off the bedside lamp.
In darkness, Mo Xun’s eyes were deep yet gentle.
Fang Yinnian’s heartbeat quickened. The snow lodge was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows with transparent glass ceiling—making love in such an environment created illusions of outdoor intimacy.
Fang Yinnian nervously asked: “Is it safe here?”
While kissing him, Mo Xun said: “Don’t worry—the owner knows we’re here for honeymoon and cleared the area. There won’t be anyone within a kilometer radius.”
His sensitive body quickly reacted.
Fang Yinnian’s face grew redder as he simply closed his eyes.
But Mo Xun kissed his eyelids, smiling: “Baby, open your eyes.”
Fang Yinnian asked puzzledly: “Why?”
Mo Xun said: “Later you can see stars through the ceiling—isn’t that romantic?”
Fang Yinnian hit him: “I won’t look.”
Mo Xun chuckled teasingly: “We’re already old married couple—still shy?”
Fang Yinnian blushed: “Do you want to continue or not? If not, let’s sleep…”
As he moved to pull the covers, Mo Xun immediately grasped his hand, interlocking fingers while pressing both hands to the bed, his knee gently pressing between his legs.
This position left Fang Yinnian no escape.
Mo Xun leaned down to kiss him, saying quietly: “Darling, I’m so happy to marry you—we’re legal spouses now. So wonderful.”
Fang Yinnian’s heart slightly softened as he actively lifted his head to kiss back: “I’m also very happy.”
When Yinnian took initiative, Mo Xun’s self-control instantly crumbled.
After marriage, to successfully complete world tour concerts, Mo Xun had been restraining his strong desire to monopolize Fang Yinnian—now, finally no need to hold back anymore.
Long-suppressed Mo Xun would use physical actions to show Fang Yinnian how much he loved him.
In the silent forest depths, the warm snow lodge soon filled with their intertwined urgent breathing, occasionally mixed with Fang Yinnian’s soft gasps.
“Mm… Mo… Mo Xun… slower…”
When aroused, Fang Yinnian opened his eyes.
The overhead night sky seemed washed clean, countless stars decorating it—this was the most beautiful starry sky he’d seen in his entire life.
Fang Yinnian tightly held Mo Xun’s shoulders, sinking again and again.
…
The honeymoon’s first night was unexpectedly wild—Mo Xun personally showed Fang Yinnian just how shameless his “do whatever I want” could be.
Fang Yinnian was tormented all night until his voice was hoarse from calling out.
Yet such intimacy was permeated with sweetness—each time passion peaked, the man would gently bite his ear and seriously say: “Yinnian, I love you so much.”
Fang Yinnian couldn’t bear to refuse him.
Later, after who knows how many times, even the sheets were soaked with sweat before Mo Xun satisfiedly stopped, carrying Fang Yinnian to shower and clean up.
Fang Yinnian was too weak to move, drowsily falling asleep leaning in the man’s arms.
Waking the next day, it was already noon.
Fang Yinnian found himself leaning against Mo Xun, the covers warm, both naked with bodies intimately entwined.
Fang Yinnian’s face slightly reddened as he quickly withdrew his entangled legs, silently shifting position: “What time is it?”
Mo Xun dissatisfiedly pulled Yinnian back into his arms: “Noon twelve o’clock—you can sleep more. We’ll adjust to the time difference these two days.”
Heavy snow was falling outside, the dancing snowflakes like leaping, dancing spirits. Fang Yinnian leaned in Mo Xun’s arms, watching the spectacular scenery through floor-to-ceiling windows.
The room was very quiet, the warm covers making both reluctant to leave. So they tacitly held each other in bed quietly watching snow.
After a moment, Mo Xun’s deep voice suddenly came to his ear: “Yinnian, can we officially announce on social media? I want everyone to know we’re together.”
With growing openness, domestic tolerance for same-sex relationships was increasing. As long as they didn’t arrogantly proclaim their homosexuality everywhere, major TV stations wouldn’t bother blacklisting them.
Moreover, both had firmly established themselves in film/TV and music tracks while opening their own entertainment company—private relationship issues wouldn’t greatly impact their careers.
Fang Yinnian considered briefly: “Alright, how do you think we should post appropriately?”
Mo Xun chuckled while grasping Fang Yinnian’s hand, interlocking fingers while taking his phone with the other hand: “Simply—let’s take a photo.”
*Click*—Mo Xun photographed their interlocked fingers, showing Fang Yinnian: “How’s this?”
The photo angle was excellent, capturing both their hands beautifully, especially the pair of sparkling diamond rings—very eye-catching.
Fang Yinnian nodded: “Good, let’s post this.”
Europe and China had time differences—it was currently late night in China.
Many entertainment industry celebrities and behind-the-scenes workers suddenly saw a social media post while scrolling before bed—posted together by Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian.
The social media image showed interlocked fingers.
Yinnian: “The future road is still long—must continue holding hands walking together ^^”
Mo Xun: “Being with you is the luckiest thing in my life.”
Industry insiders: “!!!!”
Holy crap, what’s happening? What are Mo Xun and Fang Yinnian doing?
Teammates: “…”
Well, these two finally couldn’t resist officially announcing.
Xiao Fei quickly liked and commented: “Ahhh being shown such lovey-dovey affection! Knowing you two are sweetly on your honeymoon, brothers must definitely be happy!”
Tang Che liked both their posts separately: “Showing off on social media is immoral.”
Tan Junwen: “The CP I shipped came true—I’m a happy CP fan [dog head]”
Xie Shiqi: “Congratulations, may you always be happy.”
He Yan: “So good that you’ve achieved success together—happy for you both.”
Chen Mian: “Congratulations, congratulations—this PDA display is simply perfect~”
Other industry insiders: “???”
Seems teammates and close friends already knew!
Wait, those are wedding rings on their fingers? This is the married rhythm?!
Mo Xun’s private messages kept ringing. Industry directors, screenwriters, and actors he’d worked with all asked in shock: “You and Yinnian are together?” “Holy crap, your MoFang CP is actually real?”
Fang Yinnian also had many industry friends inquiring: “Does your social media post mean what I think it means? You and Mo Xun didn’t get married, did you?” “My god! You’re so bold—already wearing wedding rings!” “Did you register abroad?”
Both quickly replied to messages:
“Yes, married~”
“Thanks for caring—registered marriage abroad.”
That night, countless industry insiders were stunned.
The entertainment industry was chaotic with many same-sex couples privately—everyone had heard gossip—but reaching marriage registration… truly unprecedented.
FTM’s MoFang CP was indeed extraordinary. After being popular for so many years, everyone thought they were marketing hype, but it was actually real?!
These two were truly impressive.
In entertainment, countless heterosexual breakups and divorces existed. For them to dare reach marriage showed their relationship must be very good.
Someone secretly screenshot their social media posts online:
“MoFang CP officially announced on social media ahhhhh!”
No wall doesn’t leak wind—actually, the moment they announced, both knew someone with loose lips would definitely leak this news.
But since they dared announce, they weren’t afraid of more people knowing.
Entertainment forums instantly erected tall discussion threads:
“Holy shit!”
“OP please tell me this image is photoshopped photoshopped photoshopped!”
“My god, is MoFang CP actually real?”
“…Results CP fans wouldn’t even dream of.”
“Dizzy and confused—someone wake me up and tell me this is a dream?”
“Those are wedding rings, right? The rings photographed at the airport before seem to be these”
“Obviously wedding rings ahhhhh”
“The announcement dialogue is so sweet 555, what does ‘being with you is the luckiest thing in my life’ mean? Mo Xun, this dog food really stuffed me full”
“Holy crap! Are MoFang CP fans celebrating New Year tonight?”
“I’m ready to set off firecrackers celebrating!”
“They really got married? Oh my, even fanfiction wouldn’t dare write this [dog head]”
Some solo fans broke down raging on forums:
“How is Brother Mo so unclear-headed ahhh what’s so good about Fang Yinnian”
“Mo Xun you big idiot, never seen anyone marry this early”
“Fang Yinnian you disappoint me so much, I’m turning from fan to hater and deleting your playlist”
“Yinnian is confused! From now on cursing Mo Xun three times daily is right”
“Solo stans only break down over real CPs~”
“Is tonight solo fans’ breakdown night and CP fans’ carnival night?”
“Suggest solo fans and CP fans open separate threads to fight”
“Interview FTM group fans—how do musical note sisters feel?”
“Watching with smiles—the five of them living well is more important than anything”
“Yes, musical notes express calmness. All five reaching today wasn’t easy—as long as they don’t commit crimes or collapse, they can do anything. Musical note sisters express support.”
“My 30-year-old idols who can still tour and perform worldwide—as long as you’re willing to hold concerts at 40, fans will tolerate everything~”
“Musical notes express: as long as they’re willing to reunite for new albums and continue concerts, even if they married cats or dogs, I’d offer blessings”
“Hilarious, all musical notes are career fans? Only caring about concerts, not private relationships?”
“After experiencing disbandment and reunion, I’ve become a life fan—only caring they’re alive [dog head]”
CP fans, solo fans, and group fans had different emotions.
Forum threads quickly reached thousands of floors. Both solo fandoms opened separate fighting threads—Mo Xun’s solo fans thought Fang Yinnian wasn’t worthy of Mo Xun, while Fang Yinnian’s solo fans thought Mo Xun wasn’t worthy of Fang Yinnian. After major battles, CP fans declared: Perfect match, locked forever.
Meanwhile, MoFang CP rocketed to the top of Weibo super topics. Entering the topic, everywhere was “Ahhh the CP I shipped came true.”
Several fanfiction writers expressed: Shocked.jpg.
Their usual brainstorming and writing seemed too restrained—unexpectedly, these two principals were sweeter than fanfiction—actually wearing wedding rings and boldly announcing on social media?
This dog food was truly fragrant.
Why read fanfiction anymore!
Their real-life interactions were sweeter than fanfiction.
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