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This summer, Fang Liyu planned a vacation to an island three months in advance. Unexpectedly, this trip did not involve renting out an entire tourist island or visiting his private island; instead, he chose a moderately crowded European island. There were no assistants or bodyguards, just him and Mu Yan.
Regardless of Mu Yan's thoughts, Fang Liyu had already regarded this trip as a date in his heart, putting in a lot of effort. He didn't even ask his assistant to prepare a travel guide; he searched for information himself.
After landing, without having time to adjust to the time difference, they took a three-hour cruise from the airport to their destination. As dusk approached, the sunset cast its warm glow over the sea, with shimmering waves reflecting the light. The golden bridge stretched towards the nearby island, and the fiery red silhouette of the sun hung halfway down the mountain top.
Far away from the bustling city, tedious work, and identity constraints, Fang Liyu stood on the deck enjoying the gentle sea breeze. Dressed in casual clothes that made his youthful face look even younger, he held tightly onto the hand of the tall man beside him, filled with serene and beautiful expectations for this trip—he planned to find the right moment during their journey to confess his feelings to Mu Yan!
Since the incident in the bathroom last time, Fang Liyu had completely broken through that thin layer of tension between them. The atmosphere was ambiguous. Although Mu Yan still maintained his indifferent demeanor...
Therefore, Fang Liyu decided to take the initiative and give Mu Yan a little push.
As the cruise ship docked, they caught their first glimpse of the island. From the map, it was clear that the island was small; its only town was located halfway up a hill at its center. Built against the mountain, ancient cobblestone paths wound upward, flanked by various European-style buildings adorned with colorful flowers and decorations, resembling a beautiful oil painting.
Fang Liyu had previously booked a well-known bed and breakfast online. Upon opening the door to their room, he found it warmly decorated under soft lighting, with a large double bed measuring 1.8 meters wide—the couple's room he specifically requested had only one bed and no sofa; he even instructed the landlord not to provide any bedding for another guest.
This time, he wanted to see how Mu Yan would refuse to share a bed with him.
Directly facing the bed was a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking endless waves sparkling under starlight; nearby on the beach were several bonfires burning brightly. Even though it was late at night, there were likely still many tourists enjoying themselves there.
Although mentally excited, Fang Liyu's body was starting to feel fatigued. After unpacking half of his luggage, he couldn't help but yawn.
Mu Yan noticed and reached out to take some items from him. "Young Master, let me help you; you should rest first."
Fang Liyu shot him a glare. "I've told you many times not to call me Young Master. We're not master and servant on this trip; just treat me as your... friend." In truth, he wanted to say boyfriend.
On this summer night, the European weather was pleasant. However, the room felt warmer than outside. Mu Yan entered and immediately removed his suit jacket; now he wore only a thin white shirt. Under the light, his usual cold demeanor softened slightly; he looked like an older brother helplessly dealing with a younger sibling.
"Alright."
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said with care what he had been wanting to say for a long time: "Xiao Yu."
Mu Yan's voice was deep and now carried a gentle fondness as he called out Fang Liyu's childhood nickname, making Fang Liyu's ears tingle and his face flush instantly. "Why... why are you suddenly calling me that?"
Mu Yan smiled. "Aren't we supposed to be good friends? Don't friends call each other by their nicknames?"
Fang Liyu had no close friends and naturally didn't know if friends called each other by their nicknames like that. But he couldn't deny that hearing Mu Yan call him like that warmed his heart.
This was how he wanted their relationship to be—an interaction with Mu Yan rather than commands and obedience between master and servant. Only like this could Fang Liyu believe that Mu Yan wasn't being forced by him.
Dropping what he was holding, Fang Liyu wrapped his arms around Mu Yan's neck and nuzzled his soft cheek against his neck like when he was younger while acting cute. "Brother, let's stop for now; let's take a shower and go to bed. Can we finish packing tomorrow?"
Mu Yan held Fang Liyu tightly, unable to say a single "no" to him. It had always been this way, and it still was.
"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Fang Liyu sat on the bed with a sullen face, feeling down and sulking alone, unwilling to respond to Mu Yan's concern. It was rare for him to coax Mu Yan with such warmth and agree to sleep in the same bed, yet last night he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.
He had created such a good opportunity but ended up doing nothing! He slept soundly until dawn, and to make matters worse, he was unusually well-behaved, neither making any moves nor rolling over to cuddle Mu Yan. When he opened his eyes the next morning, he found a clear boundary between them, as if a river could be drawn down the middle of the couple's bed! He was practically infuriated with himself.
Mu Yan walked over and ruffled his hair. "It's time to go out."
Before eight in the morning, the sun shone brightly. The two tidied up and set out for some fun. Not far from their accommodation was a Scenic Street that wound down the mountainside, branching off into several small alleys on either side, resembling a circular ribbon wrapped around the town.
Today, Fang Liyu wore a pair of brown British suspenders paired with a light-colored short-sleeve shirt, exuding youthful energy. Mu Yan's suit had been shoved to the bottom of his suitcase in disdain; instead, he wore ripped blue jeans and a graffiti T-shirt that stripped away the danger and sophistication he usually carried as a bodyguard. At that moment, he looked like an exceptionally fit Runway Male Model. As they stepped into the sunlight together, they appeared as a charming couple—an attractive girl and a cool handsome guy—drawing many gazes.
Some bold passersby even approached them with their phones to ask for contact information, but before they could finish speaking, they were scared off by Fang Liyu's fierce "Sorry, not convenient," as if he were protecting his cub.
Seeing this, Mu Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly. Fang Liyu heard his laughter and thought he was mocking his childishness; his face flushed with embarrassment as he turned around to glare at him. "What are you laughing at?!"
Mu Yan suppressed his smile and shook his head. "It's nothing."
Having skipped breakfast when they left, they passed by a fragrant bakery and decided to buy some Croissants and Gingerbread along with two cups of Hot Cocoa. Mu Yan finished his in just a few bites while Fang Liyu's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he looked around while eating slowly, getting crumbs all over his mouth. Even so, he didn't forget to hold Mu Yan's hand tightly as if afraid of losing him.
As they walked along, Fang Liyu was dazzled by all the sights and showed interest in various shops and stalls. Whenever something caught his eye, he'd buy it or try it out. By the time they reached their destination, Mu Yan's hands were already full of bags.
The town wasn't large; they finished exploring before noon. The gentle sea breeze was comfortable against every visitor's face as they passed by a small park. Fang Liyu crouched down to share some leftover bread with stray cats and dogs by the roadside. Hearing a melodious tune nearby, he couldn't help but pull Mu Yan along to see what was happening.
Their accommodation was somewhat remote; walking along the circular Scenic Street led them to this small park which likely served as the town's civic square at its center. A fountain surrounded by sparse tourists and residents emitted music from within their midst.
A violinist played Canon—a familiar melody that showcased the performer's skill beautifully. As the piece concluded, Fang Liyu released Mu Yan and stepped forward to chat excitedly in English with the performer. Although Mu Yan understood English perfectly well, he stood too far away to catch what was being said clearly.
After the two finished their conversation, Fang Liyu placed several large bills into the piano case on the ground as a tip and turned back to Mu Yan's side.
Fang Liyu stood on tiptoe and leaned in to whisper in Mu Yan's ear, "Mu Yan, I requested this for you."
What he didn't tell the man was that he had chosen a famous local love ballad. He selfishly wanted to declare his claim over Mu Yan in front of everyone. The reason he chose this island was that there was a rumored Love Stone here; couples who touched this stone would receive blessings from the god of love and stay together forever.
The strings danced, and a beautiful melody soon came to an end. The performer bowed in thanks, and the people around laughed and applauded.
Mu Yan remained expressionless, seemingly unaware of the song's meaning, thinking that Fang Liyu was simply sharing a song he liked. Fang Liyu wasn't too discouraged; after all, it wasn't a new thing for Mu Yan to be oblivious, and he had long since gotten used to it.
The two found a nearby restaurant with good online reviews and enjoyed a delicious local lunch before taking a shuttle back to their accommodation to rest. Seeing that the weather was nice, they planned to go to the beach in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, they arrived at the beach and looked up to see golden sand meeting the blue sea. It was peak tourist season, so there were quite a few people on the beach, but it wasn't overcrowded like some popular spots back home.
Fang Liyu had prepared well for the beach trip three months in advance. Being intersex and not wanting to clear out the area this time, he had to pretend to be female, changing into a more conservative sleeveless swimsuit with a skirt long enough to cover his hips completely.
Although the style was modest, Fang Liyu made some bold and sexy modifications in less critical areas to entice Mu Yan, such as a wide neckline that exposed his collarbone and an entirely open back revealing large areas of skin from his nape down to his lower back. His cute little dimples were fully visible, and the fabric barely covered his enticing curves.
While the front was tightly wrapped like a chaste nun, the back was completely exposed; lying down made him look like a succubus straight out of a medieval painting.
As they walked along the beach toward the area renting umbrellas and beach chairs, some passing men couldn't help but glance at Fang Liyu. The reason was simple: although Fang Liyu had a smaller chest and sported short hair, his figure was curvaceous, with delicate features on his small face radiating a unique Asian beauty that stood out among most of the Europeans present.
One man even whistled at Fang Liyu.
Mu Yan frowned deeply, storm clouds brewing in his eyes. With great effort, he restrained himself from rushing over to confront that lewd man. The umbrella he held silently tilted toward Fang Liyu's side; he didn't care about being in the sun himself but insisted on shielding Fang Liyu from those unwanted gazes.
Seeing that even the afternoon sun couldn't reach his calves, Fang Liyu smiled inwardly, thoroughly enjoying Mu Yan's protective nature.
After renting an umbrella from the staff, Fang Liyu lay back on a beach chair with his back facing up, exposing his fair skin. "Brother, can you help me apply sunscreen?"
Mu Yan took off his sunscreen jacket; his muscular upper body was well-defined. Hearing Fang Liyu's request made him involuntarily glance at that bare back, causing his biceps to tense up suddenly.
"...Sure."
He knelt down, applying sunscreen on both palms carefully over Fang Liyu's back with gentle movements.
The skin under his hands still held some warmth; it felt as smooth and soft as freshly made tofu—just pressing or pinching it could easily leave an imprint. Since Mu Yan was so close, he caught a faint scent of peaches that made him feel slightly swayed.
Two European beauties dressed provocatively approached them cheerfully and asked in English: "Hi! We're also just two people; can we join you for some fun?"
To be precise, they were asking Mu Yan because their gaze had been fixed on his face and body without deviation.
They were even more forward than those who had previously asked for contact information—did they think he was dead? Fang Liyu gritted his teeth in anger, turning around with an appropriately polite fake smile and immediately retorted provocatively: "Sorry, we're a couple."
At these words, Mu Yan froze momentarily, involuntarily pausing his application of sunscreen.
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