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Bai Liu was not an assertive person. Although he had agreed to stay at the castle for a few days with Mo Chen, he rarely interacted with the boss. Mo Yao was very busy day and night, dealing with heavy Mafia tasks, leaving him no time or inclination to talk to Bai Liu. Over two consecutive days, their encounters were all in the restaurant—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes, Bai Liu would leave the house for lunch, so they didn't have much time to communicate.
The emperor is not anxious when his eunuchs are; Mo Chen offered advice to Bai Liu: "You should ask the boss to accompany you on a walk."
Bai Liu was puzzled and asked, "Why would I need him to do that"
He felt so free alone. He didn't like others following him around; it made him feel stifled. Mo Chen thought about what he had said and then listed the boss's achievements and mentioned that since the boss was just recovering from an injury, he shouldn't work too hard and should go out for walks to recuperate. Bai Liu smiled and asked, "You are his younger brother; you should advise him."
"If I could persuade him, I wouldn't need your help," Mo Chen replied.
"Are you lazy You seem idle all day long, while he is always busy." Bai Liu's tone was even gentle, making Mo Chen feel his heart trembling. He indeed had more free time mainly because he had been very busy earlier, and now that the boss returned, he took a break. Mo Chen thought about the boss's happiness and felt it would be fine for him to work hard for a while, so he decided on something.
He turned around and found the boss, sincerely saying, "Boss, I see you haven't fully recovered from your injury; please don't overwork yourself. Let me handle the Mafia's affairs. Go out more when you have time. Bai Liu has already gotten lost twice; use him as a guide. Otherwise, I'm really worried this kid might get disoriented on our turf."
Bai Liu wasn't much younger than Mo Chen, but he habitually treated him like a child.
His face was simply too young for his age. There was no help for it.
Mo Yao didn't even look up and said, "Are you feverish"
"Boss, I'm serious. Sometimes, I still feel concerned about you." Mo Chen smiled and said, while Mo Yao raised his head with what could be considered a relatively gentle gaze but was still as sharp as a knife's edge. Mo Chen felt like he had been cut by the blade and shrunk back.
Mo Yao frowned again, lowered his head, and said coldly, "Don't overthink it, I'm not interested in Bai Liu."
"I asked if you have feelings for Bai Liu," Mo Chen said. "He is, after all, the person who saved your life. It's only reasonable to spend a few days with him as a way of showing gratitude. Besides, I think you look quite happy when you're with him. You don't necessarily need to have romantic feelings for him, right"
It did make sense, and Mo Yao couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. He knew what Mo Chen was hinting at, but could he really be described as having an ambiguous relationship with Bai Liu Seeing how Mo Chen had thought so much about it made him feel rather conflicted.
He did enjoy spending time with Bai Liu, but the feeling wasn’t like that intense sensation only one person had ever given him in his entire life. Mo Chen was mistaken.
However, as Mo Chen said, why should he care
If being happy suited him, then so be it. He had already worried enough for others, and they didn’t appreciate it anyway, so from now on he would only worry about himself.
The next day, Mo Yao asked Bai Liu where he wanted to go, saying that he would accompany him there. Bai Liu was a calm person who gave a simple nod after glancing at Mo Chen; he had no objections. Mo Chen thought, This kid is really mature.
They went to the Roman Colosseum, where Bai Liu intended to paint it. They sat on the steps of the square and chatted while sketching. It was a famous tourist attraction packed with people on this sunny day.
Many others were sitting around them resting and praising the ancient Roman amphitheater. Mo Yao didn’t feel anything special, as he had grown up here and knew it well; to him, it was just another colosseum. But Bai Liu seemed quite interested, chatting while drawing with great enthusiasm.
Their conversation was light and superficial. As Bai Liu drew halfway through his sketch, feeling thirsty, Mo Yao said, "I’ll go get you some water."
Bai Liu nodded, and as he sat alone on the steps to continue painting, two fair-haired blue-eyed girls approached him, chatting up with him. They were very pretty, with fair skin marred only by a few freckles. Bai Liu was a perfectionist who enjoyed perfect things. The girls were French, only fifteen years old, yet looked so mature that they appeared to be in their twenties. Not interested in them and not liking women in general, Bai Liu simply raised his head to look at the two and said calmly, "I don’t like women; I like men."
The moment Mo Yao returned with water, he heard Bai Liu say this. He couldn’t help but smile as Bai Liu’s direct way of rejecting people was rather unique. The girls didn’t believe it, but Bai Liu remained indifferent and straightforward. “I am not lying. You can choose to believe me or not.” With such thoughts in mind, Bai Liu returned to his painting without being bothered by the two persistent girls.
His determination was truly astounding; even with beautiful women around him, he was completely unaffected. Mo Yao handed over the water as soon as he got back. Bai Liu took a sip after glancing at him and opening the bottle cap. The girls naturally misinterpreted their relationship and asked if they were a couple. Not one to lie, Old Leader Mo simply shook his head when they questioned them. When told that nobody would believe it anyway, he ignored them, allowing the two French girls to leave disappointedly while still glancing back at them repeatedly.
Moyao said, "Are you often hit on by people"
"Sort of," Baoliu replied, taking another sip of water. He tilted his head back and slightly closed his eyes; under such bright sunlight, his skin was so flawless that not even pores were visible, making it incredibly fair and beautiful. His delicate neck and throat were also finely detailed, giving off an inexplicable air of restraint. Moyao looked away, trying to observe Baoliu with a calm mind—he truly was an attractive man, not conventionally handsome but refreshingly clean-looking, like the waters of the South China Sea that could be seen through clearly for several meters deep.
"You must also often get hit on," said Baoliu after taking a short break to chat with Moyao. Moyao shook his head and replied, "I don't usually attract much unwanted attention."
Baoliu was surprised but then thought about Moyao's naturally commanding presence, understanding why others might be too intimidated to approach him. Moyao asked, "Do you always respond this way when women hit on you"
"Is there something wrong with how I answered" Baoliu inquired.
Moyao suggested, "You could say that you have a girlfriend; maybe they'd leave faster."
Baoliu responded, "I don't actually have a girlfriend."
"Why not just pretend You do like men anyway—what difference does it make if you claim to have a girlfriend" Moyao said, finding Baoliu's mindset somewhat confusing.
Baoliu was equally puzzled by Moyao’s reasoning and replied, "I don’t have a girlfriend, so I wouldn't say that. Furthermore, since I genuinely like men, why shouldn’t I be honest about it"
His eyes showed a hint of confusion which startled Moyao. Did Baoliu like men He hadn't looked at Baoliu's file, but Mochen from the intelligence department surely had all the information; he would naturally have dug up everything there was to know about him. Since Mochen didn’t mention anything problematic, that meant Baoliu must be clean. Mochen only mentioned he was a half-breed with his father being a professor and mother a doctor, leaving out other details.
Seeing Moyao's surprise, Baoliu asked indifferently, "Do you look down on people like me"
"Not at all!" Moyao said. Who did he think he could look down upon He himself liked Xiaobai who was a man, and not just any man but one related to him by blood—why would he have the right to look down on them
He himself was the one looked down upon because even his feelings towards his own brother were questionable.
Moyao said, "I don't have any prejudice against such matters. Who still harbors bias towards these things nowadays I've seen plenty of cases where people live together without formal recognition and remain loyal until the end. It's quite touching."
This kind of affection is more likely to move people than a typical romance.
"Very fortunate!" Bai Liu said, "Out of thousands, only one in a thousand encounters someone like this. The chances are even lower if it has to be the person you fancy. And when we're talking about two men, the odds are even slimmer. So, being able to spend several years together is already quite lucky; lifelong companionship That's something I envy."
Moyao smiled slightly and said, "Why such a heavy tone Have you experienced it"
"I had one," Bai Liu replied, not sure why he was discussing this with Moyao. He continued, "He was wonderful, really wonderful. Unfortunately, we didn't have the chance to be together."
"You still miss him."
"No, I懷念那段感情，但並不留戀。”白柳說，“我有自己的生活，過於留戀一個人會讓我感到不安。我懷念那份情感，但我已經放棄了，就不會再留戀了。
“聽起來很無情。”
“嗯，確實無情。”白柳仰頭朝老大笑了笑，他很少笑的人，一笑起來如春雪融化，十分美麗，令人有一種很舒心之感，令墨遙的心微微顫動了一下。
People always find beauty in beautiful things.
And there's always a feeling, Moyao was no exception. Besides, he rarely had such close and intimate interactions with others.
Bai Liu said, "You've talked enough about yourself; now it’s your turn to talk."
"What is there for me to say"y. Although Chen Xueru had beauty and acting skills, in the end, she was still hidden away for several years. Bai Xiwen, Gu Yiting, and others were at the peak of their fame, but suddenly disappeared...