Chapter 75 We chatted in the dormitory for a while...
After chatting in the dormitory for a while, Liu Duanhe squeezed into the bathroom with Feng Xingyun to wash up after they had made their beds.
Because the dormitory bathroom was cramped, the two people, both around 1.9 meters tall, were practically crammed together, arm in arm, leg in leg, rubbing intimately against each other. If Zhou Ren and Liu Fen were to witness this scene, even the most hardcore straight men wouldn't believe that Feng Xingyun and Liu Duanhe were just friends.
Liu Duanhe pushed him aside, feeling a little uncomfortable. After all, they were outside, not at home, so it wasn't as convenient. Thinking that Liu Fen and Zhou Ren were also outside, he felt a little embarrassed.
Feng Xingyun showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He glanced outside, then leaned over and whispered in Liu Duanhe's ear, "What are you afraid of? We're not kissing, we're just standing a little close. Besides, they'll find out about our relationship sooner or later."
Liu Duanhe knew about this, but it was his first time dating, and he was still feeling excited. They weren't officially together yet, and he was shy about doing intimate things in front of familiar people that he had never done before.
Moreover, Liu Duanhe glanced at him sideways, "Relationship? What kind of relationship do we have?"
Liu Duanhe brought it up several times, making Feng Xingyun impatient. Especially after Liu Duanhe's questioning, he couldn't wait to confess again right now.
Feng Xingyun suppressed his thoughts and obediently stood aside, keeping a fist's distance from Liu Duanhe as he washed up.
After the two finished packing, Zhou Ren and Liu Fen packed their things early and went to bed to play on their phones. In the past, they would not have gone to bed for a nap at this time, but since Liu Duan had come back with them and they were living in the dormitory together, they could not be lawless and disregard his thoughts. Dormitory life is about compromise.
After Liu Duanhe finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, he saw that they had already drawn the bed curtains and curtains, with only the light from their cell phones shining through the bed curtains.
In his familiar dormitory, Liu Duanhe suffered from insomnia once again. Mainly, he wasn't used to the scents of others, and various other smells that others might not be able to detect—essentially, the smell of people. He had managed to get used to Feng Xingyun's scent a while ago, but not others; his germaphobia hadn't disappeared.
However, thinking about having to see a psychologist in the afternoon and needing to maintain a good state of mind, Liu Duanhe forced herself to sleep.
He lay there with his eyes closed for about an hour. Since the dormitory was relatively quiet, he felt like he had fallen asleep in the last ten minutes or so. However, he didn't sleep deeply, but it was better than not sleeping at all.
At noon, just like at school, Liu Duanhe woke up first, and not long after, Feng Xingyun also woke up. Seeing that Liu Duanhe was asleep, Feng Xingyun immediately got out of bed.
After packing his things, he went out with Liu Duanhe.
Liu Fen and Zhou Ren were left sitting on the bed, still half asleep, watching the two leave inseparable. They wondered, "Those two are getting too close now; they're practically holding hands even when they go to the bathroom."
Zhou Ren chimed in, "So the two of them really did go to the bathroom to wash up together at noon."
Liu Duanhe was wearing a black wool coat today. Because it was a bit cold, he also wore a scarf. He had lost a lot of weight recently, and Feng Xingyun had been cooking different kinds of meals and soups for him.
Her slender, fair neck made even a plain, solid-colored scarf look incredibly stylish.
Feng Xingyun wasn't in the mood to dress up; he simply pulled out a pair of jeans from the closet. He wore a brown trench coat and sneakers, but fortunately, his age gave him a youthful air, making him look cool yet dashing with a spirited air.
Because they were short on time, they didn't walk to the entrance this time, but drove their car in instead.
The two got into the car and quickly headed towards Dr. Song's clinic. Dr. Song's clinic was very famous, and with his skill and reputation, he was naturally very wealthy, so it was located in a high-rise building in the city center, a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle.
The interior was similar to what Liu Duanhe remembered from a few years ago, decorated very comfortably, making people relax as soon as they entered. However, Liu Duanhe was a very wary person, a fact that Dr. Song had already noticed when he first started talking to Liu Duanhe, who was still a teenager.
When Liu Duanhe arrived at the appointed time, Dr. Song was waiting on the sofa at the front desk, chatting with the girl working there. When he saw Liu Duanhe, he smiled and greeted him, "Xiao He, you've finally arrived."
He was wearing a warm yellow cardigan, and had a gentle, kind face. He looked to be in his early thirties, with smile lines at the corners of his eyes.
"You seem to be in pretty good shape, which puts my mind at ease."
Dr. Song had taken in Liu Duanhe when he was a teenager, so it could almost be said that he had watched him grow up. As a doctor, he felt a great sense of responsibility towards his patients, especially Liu Duanhe. So, even though Liu Duanhe hadn't come to see him recently, Dr. Song would inquire about his condition from time to time, and he was always thinking about him.
So, some time ago, Dr. Song repeatedly urged Liu Duanhe via mobile app, and even went to Liu Duanhe's grandfather, Liu Yi, hoping he could come and see him. Dr. Song was genuinely worried about Liu Duanhe.
He appears to have a mild temper, but he is actually a wary and stubborn person who makes others uneasy.
It seems that Liu Duanhe's condition is improving without him even realizing it. After all, mental illness requires mental medicine. Once the root of his anxiety is eliminated, his physical condition will definitely improve, since his condition itself is not particularly serious. It hasn't progressed to the point of physical manifestation, so there's still time.
Dr. Song glanced at Liu Duan and Feng Xingyun, who was looking him over, but Feng Xingyun made no attempt to conceal his gaze.
"Xiao He, who is this?"
Liu Duanhe also introduced with a smile, "Dr. Song, this is my good friend, Feng Xingyun."
Dr. Song was somewhat surprised, but also pleased. "A good friend? That's great."
When Liu Duanhe began treatment, he asked Feng Xingyun to wait for him outside. Then he went into the consultation room and sat on the familiar sofa, just like the last time he came.
Dr. Song did not directly delve into what was troubling Liu Duanhe; instead, he engaged in casual conversation like a friend, slowly and gently opening Liu Duanhe's heart.
Although Liu Duanhe still didn't reveal what he truly cared about this time, Dr. Song could sense that Liu Duanhe was indeed slowly improving, and his anxiety wasn't as intense as before.
After Liu Duanhe and Feng Xingyun left, Dr. Song sighed first.
His assistant couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, why are you sighing?"
Instead of answering him directly, Dr. Song asked him, "Do you know about the rhesus monkey experiment? It's also called the maternal deprivation experiment."
The assistant nodded. "I know, our teacher talked about this in class."
Dr. Song held the nib of his pen against the paper, watching the ink spread across it, and said, "If you take newborn monkeys away from their mothers' world and raise them in isolation, all they will get are iron spikes and electric shocks. Such monkeys will not have the ability to socialize normally, and they will often have depression and autism when they grow up. Some may even engage in self-harm."
The assistant sensed something was amiss. "You mean to say?"
Dr. Song shook his head. "I just sighed, I didn't say anything."
The assistant nodded. "I understand."
Liu Duanhe's expression was normal when he left, which made Feng Xingyun feel uneasy.
A tall figure stood before him, gazing intently into Liu Duanhe's eyes.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"
Feng Xingyun himself does not have a mental illness, and he does not know much about the profession of psychologist. However, after learning that Liu Duanhe has a mental illness and needs to see a psychologist, he has been searching for relevant information online these days.
However, concern can cloud judgment, and his question still made Liu Duanhe smile. "The effects won't come out so quickly, take it slow."
Feng Xingyun then said, "Yes, take it slow."
The two then went directly back to their residence near the company, and Liu Duanhe tacitly agreed to let Feng Xingyun stay.
The next morning, Liu Duanhe got up, washed up, and went to the company. He then sent a message to Secretary Wei, asking him to tell Liu Rumeng that they would meet at the company that afternoon at 3 p.m. in the meeting room.
After finishing his work in the morning, the lawyer in charge of his case came to the office according to the appointment schedule and then informed him of the evidence needed.
"I'm still missing the most important confession from the perpetrator, the one who drove the car and caused the crash, but that man died on the spot."
Liu Duanhe sneered and said indifferently, "Isn't that enough?"
"The mentally ill driver is dead, but his wife is still alive. How could she not know that the person she shares a bed with has suddenly gained a large sum of money?"
“You know what I mean, let her say a few words, especially since there’s bank statement evidence.” Liu Duanhe’s eyes were meaningful.
After meeting with the lawyer, Liu Rumeng arrived at the meeting room early, at least an hour earlier than Liu Duanhe's scheduled time. When Secretary Wei told him, he just smiled wryly.
His father, who used to lecture him from a high and mighty position, has now actually learned to respect him. But it all sounds so fake, and Liu Duanhe doesn't need it anymore.
After Liu Rumeng entered, Liu Duanhe slowly got up and sat on the sofa. He slightly raised his chin and said sarcastically, "Father, aren't you going to sit down? Is it because you hate me so much that you wish I were dead, that you don't even bother to pretend to be kind and loving father?"
Before Liu Rumeng could even sit down, he had already subjected her to a barrage of verbal scorn. However, this time he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. In the first half of his life, he was the only son of the Liu family, and he could be said to have the power to command the wind and rain. No one had ever dared to give him a hard time, except for his father. Now, he never expected that he would have to be given a hard time by his son in his old age.
Although he didn't show any resentment and sat down gently, a hint of humiliation still flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't grown so many years in vain, so he still understood the meaning of the word "patience."
After sitting down, Liu Rumeng's face was filled with sorrow and desolation. She looked at Liu Duanhe pleadingly. She adjusted her expression and squeezed out a few tears in a deeply moving way, like a great actor. "Xiao He, you know me. I am usually such a good-natured and kind person. How could I want to harm you? Even if your father has given you all his property, you are still his father. Even tigers don't eat their cubs. How could I have such a cruel heart to kill you? And in such a cruel way?"
Liu Duanhe picked up the teacup on the coffee table and simply watched Liu Rumeng perform like a monkey.
His gaze, which seemed to be fixed on a circus monkey, finally broke Liu Rumeng's spirits. After all, this excellent actor rarely had scenes where he was humiliated on stage; he relied entirely on his talent.
Liu Rumeng forced a smile. "Xiao He, don't you believe me?"
Liu Duanhe touched the cup in his hand. "Do you think I should believe you?"
Liu Rumeng's tears came easily, and she cried bitterly, "Dad was forced into it too. I didn't mean to hurt you, but your mother was too eager to make something of herself and to return to Hong Kong. So after she made that suggestion, she forced me to join in. You need to know that I didn't mean to hurt you, Xiao He."
Liu Duanhe's face showed a hint of doubt. "Oh, is it true?"
What evidence do you have?
Liu Duanhe wanted to see what else Liu Rumeng could come up with, and how else she could find excuses for herself.
Liu Rumeng finally composed herself because of Liu Duanhe's unserious acting. Like an award-winning actor reprimanding a young actor who wasn't taking his role seriously, she said, "Xiao He, we are father and son, are you really going to show no mercy at all?"
Liu Duanhe also said seriously, "Dad, you were the ones who didn't leave me a way out first. If others don't leave me a way out, of course I won't leave them a way out either."
“This is something you taught me from a young age, right, Dad?”
Liu Duanhe smiled and picked up his teacup. "This is how you taught me to see guests off. Let me show you again."
“You see, Mom is very smart. She never thought of coming to me to plead for her. After fighting for so many years, Dad lost in the end.”
"Even losers should retain their dignity. Be a dignified loser, Dad."
Liu Rumeng snorted coldly, glared at him hatefully, and suddenly got up and left, no longer wanting to humiliate herself at Liu Duanhe's place.
But after turning around, he was overwhelmed by deep regret and despair, which made him stagger and stagger. He had been successful for half his life, but was his life going to take a sharp turn for the worse and he would end up in prison because of a momentary lapse in judgment?
He had truly become a laughing stock. At this moment, he was even somewhat relieved that Liu Yi had died a month earlier, so he wouldn't have to see his good-for-nothing son suffer his most wretched end.
After seeing Liu Rumeng off, Liu Duanhe didn't feel any satisfaction from the ridicule; instead, he felt annoyed to the point that he couldn't even bear to look at the reports awaiting review.
He subconsciously called Feng Xingyun directly. He didn't know when Feng Xingyun had come to represent ease, happiness, and joy in his life.
Whenever he encounters something upsetting, he always thinks of him first, even if they don't speak, just being together quietly. The pressure that was building up seems to slowly dissipate along with the warm and tender atmosphere.
The phone rang only once or twice before being answered. Feng Xingyun's steady voice came through the receiver, deep and magnetic. When he spoke to him, he always seemed to add a touch of tenderness to his otherwise cold tone. "What's wrong? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
Hearing the steady breathing on the other end, Liu Duanhe's agitated mood gradually calmed down. She said softly, "I don't want to work today. Take me out. I'll do anything, as long as you don't make me think about any nonsense."
Feng Xingyun sensed something was wrong with his tone and couldn't help but feel worried. "I'll come find you right away."
Then he quickly started packing his things, amidst his father's roar, "I'm taking leave to be with my wife."
After saying that, he quickly took the elevator to the parking garage.
Liu Duanhe waited in the office, and because the company building was nearby, Feng Xingyun arrived quickly.
He hadn't decided on a location yet, and was still curious about where Feng Xingyun was going to take him to relax.
Curious, I asked, "Where are you taking me?"
It was rare for Feng Xingyun to be able to tease Liu Duanhe like this, so he joked, "I'm going to sell you off."
Liu Duanhe chuckled, "Are you willing to sell it?"
He rarely teased Feng Xingyun like this.
As soon as he said that, Feng Xingyun's ears turned red. Liu Duanhe, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at his bright red ears and pinched them. "I didn't know they were this hot. This is the first time I've ever touched them."
Feng Xingyun said sullenly, "I really can't do anything about it. I'll keep it a surprise. You've been so tired these past few days, take a nap. You'll arrive while you're asleep, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Now that you mention it, Liu Duanhe is genuinely curious. He immediately closes his eyes and begins to rest, perhaps because Feng Xingyun is sitting next to him. Ever since Feng Xingyun bravely pushed him away in front of the car, Liu Duanhe has been slowly starting to trust him completely.
He fell asleep quickly. Feng Xingyun secretly looked at Duan He in the mirror. With his eyes closed, he looked obedient and innocent, his fair face with a faint blush on his cheeks. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had many worries on his mind.
Feng Xingyun knew that Liu Duanhe was under a lot of psychological pressure and had too many things on his mind. Therefore, he never thought that he could make Liu Duanhe completely trust him and entrust himself to him all at once. He just wanted to slowly enter Liu Duanhe's heart and then spend his life with him.
He used to be someone who didn't know where his goals were and just drifted along with the tide. Liu Duanhe was the complete opposite of him; he had a clear goal and forged ahead without hesitation. Now, he also has his goal, which is to be with Liu Duanhe forever.
Feng Xingyun's lips curled up as he tried his best to drive the car quickly and steadily.
When Liu Duanhe opened his eyes, he found that they had arrived at a ski resort.
Liu Duanhe was somewhat surprised, "You can actually ski?"
Feng Xingyun raised an eyebrow, leaned closer to Liu Duanhe, and said, "I know a lot more, I'll take you with me in the future."
What a beautiful word "from now on." Death education is the most important education for a person. Liu Duanhe learned a lot from his grandfather's passing. He was sentimental and realized the weight of this word. It meant that the person in front of him had also included him in the future, no longer just passing by, but closely connected.
Liu Duanhe's silence caught Feng Xingyun's attention. He touched Liu Duanhe's forehead and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Liu Duanhe stared intently at Feng Xingyun. "Really?"
He seemed to be captivated by Liu Duanhe's gaze as well, and suddenly saw Liu Duanhe's confusion through his eyes. His guide, his spiritual leader, was now confused about his future due to a series of unexpected events, like a lamb that couldn't find its way.
Feng Xingyun unbuckled his seatbelt, turned to the side and hugged him tightly. The handbrake between them was painful, but neither of them noticed the pain. "Of course, we will always be together. You can do whatever you want. Think about what else you want to do?"
"Let's do it together."
Liu Duanhe's arm was firmly pressed down on his body by Feng Xingyun's excessive force, but this suffocating and painful force made him feel at ease at this moment. He closed his eyes, broke free, and hugged Feng Xingyun's shoulders and back with his own arms. "Okay, let's do it together."
The two unbuckled their seatbelts and went into the ski resort. Seeing that Liu Duanhe was in much better condition, Feng Xingyun felt relieved. They played for an afternoon until it got dark, and then they went home satisfied.
Feng Xingyun hadn't been to a ski resort in a long time, and this time he brought Liu Duanhe along, which was like a bonus, making it his happiest time yet.
The next day, because Liu Duanhe was a beginner skier the day before, he didn't do many of the moves correctly and played for too long. He was so tired that he went home, took a shower, and fell asleep immediately. He woke up late the next day.
It was the sound of Feng Xingyun opening the door with breakfast that woke him up.
Liu Duanhe recognized the footsteps outside as belonging to Feng Xingyun. Instead of getting up immediately, she rolled over and, unusually, lingered in bed, clutching her blanket.
Of course, although he was tired, Liu Duanhe was in a good mood. He didn't want to think about anything and hadn't even had time to lie down enough.
Feng Xingyun opened the door and smiled as she pulled him up. "Dinner's ready. Why aren't you up yet? This is so rare. It's the first time I've ever seen you stay in bed so long."
Feng Xingyun had just washed his hands, the cool water droplets still clinging to them, and without any hesitation, he came over and pinched Liu Duanhe's straight nose. "Wow, he's so cute, let me pinch and kiss him."
Liu Duanhe immediately used his hands to support himself and moved backward, shaking his head in refusal, "No, I haven't washed up yet, you're so annoying."
Feng Xingyun pressed on, leaning forward as well, "I also brought you breakfast, get up and eat breakfast."
Liu Duanhe hadn't intended to lie down any longer, so he used his hand to block Feng Xingyun's chest. "I'll get up now. Move aside, I need to get down."
Feng Xingyun seemed to obediently step aside, and Liu Duanhe breathed a sigh of relief, quickly sitting on the bed and putting on his slippers.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xingyun, with lightning speed, suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the right cheek.
Liu Duanhe's face broke into a rage, his fair and handsome features turning bright red. "You're so annoying!"
"I haven't washed my face yet, how could you kiss me?"
Feng Xingyun leaned closer and said, "I don't mind my wife. Xiao He smells so good everywhere and is so clean."
Liu Duanhe was extremely embarrassed, feeling both awkward and shy.
He didn't even want to wear slippers anymore, so he just sat on the edge of the bed.
Seeing this, Feng Xingyun half-squatted down, grasped Liu Duanhe's ankle, and put slippers on him.
While putting on the left foot, he kissed her delicate ankle, which still carried the fresh scent of Liu Duanhe's usual shower gel. "My wife's feet are so beautiful."
Liu Duanhe suddenly stood up and took several steps back. "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to kiss me again today unless you brush your teeth."
Feng Xingyun chuckled, "Xiao He, how come you even despise yourself?"
Liu Duanhe was now completely detached from worldly desires. He wished he could wash Feng Xingyun with disinfectant, but he couldn't shake the lingering warm and soft sensation on his ankle.
After Liu Duanhe finished washing up, she took out a new set of toiletries and pushed Feng Xingyun to the bathroom, saying, "Hurry up and wash up."
Feng Xingyun stopped joking with Liu Duanhe, knowing that Liu Duanhe's germaphobia was psychological, so he obediently went to wash up.
When Liu Duanhe saw Feng Xingyun emerge with water droplets on his face, he finally felt relieved. However, he couldn't bear to look directly at Feng Xingyun's mouth for the time being.
After the two finished breakfast, Feng Xingyun said, "I'm taking you somewhere today. It's a bit far, and we'll need to take a plane. I've arranged a private jet. It will only take one day. Xiao He, are you free?"
The case is already going through the process, and he doesn't need to be there. In theory, Liu Duanhe can go anywhere. The company's affairs are handled by the secretariat, who will send him the documents that require his review and signature. This was how it was done when he was busy attending classes and earning credits at school.
Today happens to be Saturday, and there are no classes at school.
After the two finished their meal, they set off. The fact that Feng Xingyun's private jet could depart immediately showed that he had applied in advance. What could it be about?
Liu Duanhe had a vague idea in his mind, and he stared at Feng Xingyun's undisguised excitement beside him.
Life still needs surprises. He didn't try to pry out what Feng Xingyun wanted to do, even though he knew that if he really wanted to know, Feng Xingyun would definitely tell him.
Liu Duanhe's lips curled up, his bright phoenix eyes, devoid of any artifice, gazed out the window at the scenery tens of thousands of meters above the ground, clear as a lake.
Having someone who truly loves you makes you feel fearless.
Liu Duanhe has recently noticed that his attitude towards Feng Xingyun has become increasingly softer and more relaxed. The few times he has blushed were all Feng Xingyun's doing.
If someone else had treated him like Feng Xingyun, the consequences would have been a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than what Feng Xingyun had done to him in the dormitory. Liu Duanhe wouldn't have felt relieved until he was driven to the point of unspeakable suffering.
Liu Duanhe touched the watch on his wrist.
An hour later, the plane arrived at its destination. As soon as Liu Duanhe got off the plane, he could feel the humid water vapor in the air.
He narrowed his eyes and said to Feng Xingyun, "We've come to the seaside?"
Now that they've arrived at their destination, they'll be able to see the sea soon. Feng Xingyun didn't hide it anymore, saying, "Yes, it's my private island. I opened it up to make a profit and turned it into a resort."
As Liu Duanhe walked and looked around, he said, "The environment does look very nice. We can come here again for our next vacation."
Feng Xingyun followed in his footsteps and pointed him in the direction, "This way."
Liu Duanhe looked at the distant woods and said with a half-smile, "Okay."
The driver took them to the edge of the woods, where the sound of the waves seemed to echo in their chests, ethereal and serene.
Liu Duanhe didn't go to the seaside often. He was too busy for the first ten years of his life, so busy that he rarely stopped to appreciate the scenery around him.
He took a deep breath; it was the slightly salty and fishy smell of seawater, a scent that Liu Duanhe quite liked.
Upon entering the woods, Liu Duanhe saw countless balloons and ribbons, their vibrant colors transforming the grove into a dreamlike fairytale. The trees, far from being gloomy, shone brightly in the sunlight.
Liu Duanhe walked and looked around, while Feng Xingyun walked beside him somewhat nervously.
Before long, they emerged from the grove. At the bottom of the stone steps, there were many people. Some were clearly tourists who had come to help on their own initiative, while others were arranged by Feng Xingyun to set up the scene. There was also an atmosphere group, and the band began to play.
The cheerful atmosphere evoked any word related to happiness, and Liu Duanhe couldn't help but smile. "What else have you prepared?"
The orchestra played one piece after another, including symphonies that Liu Duanhe liked, as well as pop music. The crowd sang along, and although the singing wasn't as high-level as any of the concerts Liu Duanhe had attended, the sincere emotions were enough to make up for it all.
Liu Duanhe could feel their sincere blessings and kind gazes.
Feng Xingyun's voice was deep and gentle, "There's still a lot more. Your task today is to have fun."
He came up on stage and sat on the empty piano.
He began playing Liu Duanhe's favorite "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variation." To Liu Duanhe's surprise, he thought Feng Xingyun would play a love confession song, such as "Confession Balloon" or "Wedding in a Dream."
Unexpectedly, he ultimately chose the one he liked.
Liu Duanhe's heart pounded like never before, as if a thousand butterflies were dancing in his chest, restless and wanting to pour out something from his mouth.
He didn't know how many times Feng Xingyun had practiced in private. Liu Duanhe remembered that Feng Xingyun couldn't play the piano. To memorize the entire score in such a short time and become proficient in it, starting from scratch, was by no means an easy task.
After he finished playing, Liu Duanhe thought he was going to confess his feelings, but Feng Xingyun surprised him again.
Seeing Liu Duanhe's surprised expression, Feng Xingyun smiled and pinched his cheek. "Come on, I'll show you some fun."
Liu Duanhe looked around and saw that the orchestra had already dispersed to rest at Feng Xingyun's instruction, and the crowd of onlookers was gradually dispersing.
He wondered, what else should he do?
Before he knew it, Liu Duanhe was becoming more and more interested in today's schedule.
Feng Xingyun took his wrist and led him away, saying, "Let's go change our clothes first."
He went to his private lounge and bathroom by the sea. Before coming, Feng Xingyun had the person in charge here ask the staff to disinfect it several times. The main reason was that although it was his private place, he hadn't been there for more than a year, so some bacteria were bound to grow. Liu Duanhe would definitely not be happy. Feng Xingyun just wanted everything to be as perfect as possible today, to leave Liu Duanhe with a beautiful memory.
After taking a shower, Liu Duanhe changed into the full beach vacation outfit that Feng Xingyun had prepared for her: a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.
He rarely received care from others, and this feeling of not having to worry about anything was surprisingly nice.
Although Feng Xingyun knew that Liu Duanhe was very handsome, he looked even better in his new, flamboyant outfit.
His unrestrained arrogance perfectly complemented his inherent haughtiness, making him resemble a pampered young master from a wealthy and privileged family.
However, it is true that gold and jade are precious. Considering the net worth that Liu Duanhe has inherited, gold and jade are not enough. He is essentially made of top-grade imperial green jade.
His predominantly red short-sleeved shirt and shorts perfectly showcased his fair skin, which looked like melting snow in the sunlight.
Two motorboats that Feng Xingyun had prepared in advance were parked on the beach. If he really wanted one, he would have been happy with it. He was with Liu Duanhe, who was holding him from behind.
However, Feng Xingyun knew that Liu Duanhe had an adventurous nature, and he would definitely prefer to go into battle alone, with the two of them working together.
So he only planned to bring Liu Duan and a few swords to try them out and see if he liked them.
Feng Xingyun now understands him quite well, and Liu Duanhe really likes him.
After they got on, the cool seawater splashed on his calves and arms, and the water kicked up by the motorboat slapped against his body. Liu Duanhe's eyes shone brightly. He followed Feng Xingyun as they sped through the waves and water, a feeling completely different from driving on land.
After just one time, Liu Duanhe fell in love with the sport.
Feng Xingyun increased the speed several times, but Liu Duanhe said it wasn't enough, until they pushed the speed to the maximum, almost floating on the waves.
Their blood was boiling in the waves, as if they were floating on the top of the clouds. The vast sky and the boundless ocean, apart from their own bodies and the warmth of the waves, were undisturbed by anyone else.
The two swam back and forth in the waves. Liu Duanhe and Feng Xingyun's clothes were soaked through and dripping wet, but Liu Duanhe didn't care at all. He just held Feng Xingyun tightly, feeling the impact of the waves and the speed at which he could control everything while drifting aimlessly.
He was fascinated by this sense of control. He was determined to take the helm himself.
Perhaps Liu Duanhe's nature harbored an untamed wildness, which is why he always craved to control everything and had an extremely high possessiveness of all things and territories. He was an extreme person, extremely ruthless to himself, and naturally, he would also scrutinize others in the same way.
This kind of personality is often criticized, but fortunately he learned to pretend from a young age, pretending to be gentle and polite, like a gentleman from ancient times.
However, what is fake will never become real, and Liu Duanhe was unwilling to make it real.
Liu Duanhe looked at Feng Xingyun with sparkling eyes, "How exciting! Let me try it too."
Feng Xingyun helped Liu Duanhe put on the life jacket. "Although Xiaohe is a strong swimmer, you still need to be careful. You take a swipe, and I'll be behind you."
Liu Duanhe nodded, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile, her phoenix eyes charming and amorous. "Okay."
The sunlight amplified his handsome features, making him appear as divine as the sun god Apollo. His wet hair, eyelashes, and face were tinged with a brilliant gold, and his phoenix eyes looked like melting honey.
His gaze made Feng Xingyun's heart flutter. The stimulating exercise itself caused an increase in adrenaline, which easily aroused men. Liu Duanhe had been sticking close to him for so long, holding him tightly. With the person you like behind you, what man could resist? He certainly couldn't.
To ensure their safety, Feng Xingyun arranged for several instructors to be on the nearest boat and on the shore to keep an eye on them.
You know, most of those who drown are good swimmers. He thought he was great at jet skiing, and Liu Duan was great at swimming, so he had all the advantages. Of course, he had to be careful.
These safety precautions are now limiting him. Knowing that Liu Duanhe is easily embarrassed, he doesn't dare to do anything out of line.
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