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Welcome to the Ninth Rank Literature, you can quickly access our site by searching "Ninth Rank Literature" on any search engine. Bái Liǔ was not an active person; although he agreed with Mò Chén's suggestion of staying in the castle for a few days, he basically had little interaction with his boss. Mò Yáo was very busy day and night due to heavy Mafia tasks and thus didn't have much time to talk with Bái Liǔ. For two consecutive days, their meetings were all at the restaurant for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Sometimes when Bái Liǔ went out, he wouldn’t even eat his lunch at home, so they had little time to communicate.

It’s not that the emperor is impatient, but rather his aide is anxious. Mò Chén gave Bai Liu a suggestion, "Why don't you ask your boss to accompany you outside"

Bái Liǔ was puzzled, “Why should he accompany me”

It's much freer for him alone; he doesn’t like others following around. He would feel bored otherwise. Mò Chén felt stifled. Then he thought of the boss’s glorious achievements and mentioned that his injuries were just healing, so it was not suitable to overwork himself; instead, he should go out more for recuperation. Bái Liǔ smiled and asked, "You are his younger brother, you should advise him."

“If I could persuade him, there would be no need for me to ask.”

"It’s because you’re lazy, look how idle you seem all day long. He, however, is very busy," Bái Liǔ even said it gently which made Mò Chén's heart tremble. Indeed he was idle mainly because he had been too busy before and now that the boss returned, he took a break. Mò Chén thought that for his boss’s sake, working hard for some time wouldn’t be an issue, so he came up with a decision.

He turned to find the boss, earnestly saying, "Boss, I see your injury hasn't fully healed yet; you should rest more. Let me handle the Mafia affairs. Please go out and walk around when you have time. Bái Liǔ has got lost twice already, so treat him as a tour guide, or else I really worry that this child will get disoriented on our turf."

Bái Liǔ was not much younger than him, but Mò Chén habitually treated him like a kid.

That face is too immature for his age; there's no way around it.

Mò Yáo didn’t even lift his head. "Are you feverish"

"Boss, I am serious. Sometimes, I still feel a bit heartached about you," said Mò Chén with a smile. Mò Yáo lifted his head; though it was relatively gentle compared to usual, it still cut like a sharp blade. Mò Chén felt as if he had been stabbed and shrank his shoulders.

Mò Yáo frowned and lowered his head again, saying indifferently, "Don't overthink it. I have no interest in Bái Liǔ."

"Did I say that you have feelings for Bai Liu" Mo Chen said, "She's at least your savior. It's reasonable to spend a few days with her in return. We should be grateful for others' kindness. From what I see, you seem to enjoy being with him as well. You don't necessarily need to have feelings for him, right"

It seemed that the logic was correct; Mo Yao sneered inwardly. He knew what Mo Chen meant, but could his relationship with Bai Liu be considered ambiguous Seeing how Mo Chen thought so made him feel quite conflicted and unable to laugh or cry.

He did enjoy spending time with Bai Liu, but that wasn't the intense feeling he had for someone else in this lifetime. Mo Chen was misinterpreting his feelings.

But as Mo Chen said, why should he care

Aren't I happy He's worried about others enough already; they don't appreciate it either. So from now on, he'll just live for himself more.

The next day, Mo Yao asked Bai Liu where he wanted to go and offered to accompany him there. Bai Liu was a composed person who merely nodded after glancing at Mo Chen without opposing the idea; this made Mo Chen think that the kid was really mature.

They went to the Roman Colosseum, where Bai Liu wanted to paint it. They sat on the steps of the square, and with such a famous tourist attraction on a sunny day, there were many visitors around them.

Much like them, quite a few people were sitting down to rest and admire this ancient Roman arena. Mo Yao didn't feel much as he had grown up here all his life; it was just another colosseum to him.

However, Bai Liu seemed very interested in painting the place while chatting with him, though their conversation was light and superficial. Halfway through his painting, Bai Liu felt thirsty, so Mo Yao offered, "I'll go get you some water."

Bai Liu nodded, and Mo Yao left to buy some drinks for him. Sitting alone on the steps, Bai Liu painted as two fair-haired blue-eyed beautiful girls came over to chat with him. They were very pretty but had a few freckles; since Bai Liu was a perfectionist who liked perfect things, they weren't exactly his type. The girls were French and only fifteen years old yet looked quite mature for their age, which is common among foreigners in their teens looking like women in their twenties. Not interested in talking to them, Bai Liu disliked women anyway.

The two girls didn’t give up easily as they rarely saw such a "heavenly" boy and hoped for a romantic encounter with him. Calmly raising his head at the sight of them, Bai Liu calmly said, “I don't like women; I prefer men.”

When Mo Yao returned and heard what Bai Liu had just said, he smiled slightly. The kid really was direct in rejecting others. The two girls didn’t believe him as his attitude remained indifferent—no tricks or thoughtfulness, only honesty. He didn't care whether they believed him or not. With such thoughts, Bai Liu continued to paint undisturbed by the persistent girls who were amazed at how calm he could be. His composure was mind-boggling; even with beautiful women around him, he remained unaffected.

Moving over to give the water to Bai Liu, Mo Yao watched as Bai Liu glanced up at him before opening the bottle cap and drinking the water. The girls naturally misinterpreted their relationship, asking if they were a couple. Not one to lie, Mo Yao shook his head just as the girls said they didn’t believe it. Ignoring them, Mo Yao let the two French girls leave dejectedly; they kept looking back at him every three steps.

Moyao said, "Are you often hit on by others"

"I guess so," Bai Liu replied, taking another sip of water. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes slightly; in such bright sunlight, his skin was flawless, with pores invisible to the naked eye, making it incredibly fair and beautiful. His delicate neck and throat had a hint of an ascetic quality, which made Moyao look away, trying to remain indifferent as he observed Bai Liu. He truly was a very attractive man, not exceptionally handsome but exceedingly clean-cut—like the water in China's South China Sea, where sunlight could penetrate up to several dozen meters.

"Are you often hit on too" After resting for a while, Bai Liu took advantage of chatting with Moyao. Moyao shook his head and said, "I'm not usually approached by others."

Bai Liu was surprised but then thought about Moyao's naturally powerful presence and understood that most people wouldn't have the courage to approach him; he was just too challenging for them.

Moyao asked, "Do you always respond like this when women hit on you"

"What's wrong with my response" Bai Liu asked.

Moyao said, "You could say that you have a girlfriend; perhaps they would leave you alone."

Bai Liu said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Why not just say you do After all, you already said you like men. What's the harm in having a girlfriend" Moyao asked, somewhat puzzled by Bai Liu’s mindset.

Bai Liu was also a bit perplexed by Moyao’s thinking and replied, "I don’t have a girlfriend, so I wouldn't lie about it. Besides, I genuinely like men; why can't I say that"

His gaze carried a hint of confusion, which surprised Moyao. Does he like men He hadn't seen Bai Liu's profile—Moyu would naturally gather intelligence on him since he was from the Intelligence Department. Given that they had brought someone into their home, it only made sense to investigate thoroughly. Since Moyu didn’t mention anything about him, it meant there were no issues; Moyu said he was a mixed-race individual with a professor father and a doctor mother and hadn't provided any other details.

Seeing Moyao’s surprise, Bai Liu asked calmly, "Do you look down on people like me"

"No!" Moyao replied. Who would he look down upon Didn’t he also like Xiao Bai, who was a man and his blood-related brother It was ridiculous for him to look down upon them.

It was him who should be looked down upon because he had feelings for his own brother—worse than an animal.

Moyao said, "I don’t have any prejudice about such matters. Who still has prejudices nowadays I’ve seen many cases like this, and there are people around me who live together without formal recognition, staying by each other’s side until old age, never abandoning one another. It’s quite touching."

This kind of relationship is more likely to move people than mere romance between men and women.

"Very fortunate!" Bai Liu said, "In this world, such individuals account for only one-thousandth of the population. You might encounter just one person out of a thousand who fits this description. The chance of meeting someone you like is even lower, let alone two men. Therefore, it’s considered very lucky to be able to spend several years with someone, and even more so for an entire lifetime. I’m quite envious."

Moyao smiled slightly and said, "Why are you speaking in such a melancholic tone Have you experienced something"

"I did have one person, but we broke up," Bai Liu replied, not sure why he was discussing this with Moyao. He added, “He was great, really great. Sadly, it just didn’t work out between us."

“You’re quite nostalgic.”

"No, I懷念這段感情，但不留戀," Bai Liu said. "I have my own life to lead. If I linger too much on one person, it makes me feel uneasy. While I懷念 this relationship, once I’ve let go, there’s no point in lingering."

“That sounds rather ruthless.”

"Yes, quite ruthless," Bai Liu said with a smile, looking up at the leader. He was rarely seen smiling; when he did, it was like spring snow melting, extremely beautiful and creating a very comforting feeling, making Moyao’s heart stir.

People always find beauty in what they see as pleasing.

And one can’t help but be moved by such sights. Moyao was no exception, especially since he rarely had such close interactions with others.

Bai Liu said, "Let’s talk about you now."

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