San Lorenzo, in the red light district.

The two protagonists who rarely appeared in the entertainment section were completely unaware of how the outside world currently viewed them.

Their appearance here at night stirred up a torrent of criticism against the federal government.

They sat in a booth, watching Wu Yahui pour colorful test tube shots into her mouth one after another.

“Don’t just watch, drink up,” Wu Yahui glanced at them, waved her hand to call the waiter, and ordered a dozen beers.

It seems like she wants to get drunk tonight.

She was in a good mood today. As soon as the announcement that Liang Qiuchi’s charges were dropped came out, she dragged Mo Xin and Liang Qiuchi out to have fun.

In terms of security and environment, their own place was naturally the most suitable.

When Wu Yahui got tipsy, she took off her coat and threw it on Vincent, who was trying to persuade her to drink less, then strutted onto the dance floor in her high heels.

The DJ played a fast-paced hot song, and Wu Yahui quickly stirred up the atmosphere in the dance floor with her spicy dance moves.

Liang Qiuchi handed Mo Xin a bottle of beer and clinked glasses with him. He leaned in and asked in his ear, “What do you plan to do after resigning?”

Mo Xin took a sip and looked at the person close to him, “What about you?”

Liang Qiuchi shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He had been on edge for years, always in a state of high alert. The sudden withdrawal of all charges against him by the federation, instead of relieving external pressure, left him a bit at a loss.

He didn’t know what to do.

Normal work and entertainment for ordinary people were all unfamiliar to him.

On the dance floor, the waves of music and cheers surged higher and higher. Wu Yahui pushed aside the people around her and beckoned to the people in the booth.

Her infectious smile was full of charm.

“Come on! Let’s dance together!”

Mo Xin tilted his head back, took a gulp of beer, threw the bottle on the table, and pulled Liang Qiuchi into the dance floor.

“Forget about those things for today.”

He pressed himself against Liang Qiuchi’s chest, took his large hand and placed it on his waist, and began to sway his body to the strong drum beats.

Liang Qiuchi stood behind him, feeling a bit restless from being rubbed against.

So he tightened his arms, pulled Mo Xin into his embrace, and swayed along with him.

Wu Yahui ran to the booth and pulled Vincent, who was still holding her coat, into the dance floor.

She was only wearing a low-cut short camisole, and Vincent didn’t know where to look, so he could only hang his head and stand there like a log.

Wu Yahui found it amusing and deliberately reached out to hook his neck, teasing him, “Why so shy? Never danced before?”

Vincent shook his head stiffly.

Wu Yahui leaned closer to see his lowered head, and couldn’t help but laugh even more.

“When we were disposing of the bodies, you were so assertive. Why do you become so innocent when it comes to dancing?”

Vincent wanted to escape instinctively, but Wu Yahui held onto him and refused to let go, much to the envy of several men who coveted Wu Yahui.

Vincent subconsciously wanted to seek help from Mo Xin.

But to his surprise, his usually cold and indifferent boss was now leaning lazily in Liang Qiuchi’s embrace.

With his shirt collar wide open, the hickeys on his collarbone and chest were faintly visible in the ambiguous light of the dance floor.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, occasionally blowing out a smoke ring, clearing the swirling dust around him with each breath. His eyes, slightly narrowed by the smoke, were enticing like a pool of water.

What’s more embarrassing was the intimate posture of the two, they pressed against each other as they swayed together. Despite their neat appearance, there was a hint of suggestive aura in their intimacy.

Liang Qiuchi picked up the cigarette between Mo Xin’s lips, took a moist drag, and when he lifted his chin slightly, Mo Xin leaned over and kissed his rolling Adam’s apple.

Liang Qiuchi then smiled and lowered his head to exchange a smoke kiss with him.

It was as if the world around them didn’t exist in their eyes.

Mo Xin leaned his whole body against Liang Qiuchi’s broad chest, with the back of his head resting on his shoulder. In the intervals between kisses, he said to him, “Let’s elope.”

“Okay,” Liang Qiuchi’s palm, holding the cigarette, kept rubbing Mo Xin’s neck, “As you wish.”

Mo Xin turned over in his embrace, facing him, and looked at him seriously, “Tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

Liang Qiuchi hugged him, and the overwhelming noise around them was automatically filtered out. His heart and eyes could only contain the person in front of him.

“Should we go to the desert or the sea first?”

Mo Xin couldn’t decide, but Liang Qiuchi remembered how he always talked about buying a boat for sailing.

“Then let’s go see the sea first,” Liang Qiuchi said.

It was a spontaneous decision, without any planning.

The next afternoon, when Wu Yahui woke up drunk in the villa, looking for someone upstairs and downstairs, Liang Qiuchi and Mo Xin had already left San Lorenzo, driving on the federal interstate highway.

The big off-road vehicle boldly had its roof open, and both of them wore oversized sunglasses, attracting attention.

There was also a car heading south, with young people inside, inviting them warmly to join.

Liang Qiuchi, sitting in the passenger seat, raised his sunglasses and was about to politely decline, but the off-road suddenly accelerated under Mo Xin’s cold and stern expression.

The off-road vehicle sped away, leaving the car with only an unattainable silhouette.

The wind of freedom whistled past, and the volume of conversation needed to be raised.

Liang Qiuchi leaned over to Mo Xin and smiled, “Pull over ahead.”

Mo Xin glanced at him, deliberately contrary, and instead of slowing down, he sped up.

It wasn’t until the car behind was no longer visible in the rearview mirror that he changed direction, abruptly leaving the highway and driving into the bushes on the side of the road.

After about three hundred meters, the car stopped at an open riverbank.

Liang Qiuchi climbed up to the roof rack, stood up, and looked at the river ahead, smiling, “Isn’t this the famous river of the Federation?”

“What?” Mo Xin asked absentmindedly.

“I’m trying to remember its name,” Liang Qiuchi jumped out of the car, walked around to the outside of the driver’s seat, hands resting on the frame, smiling down at Mo Xin, “I remember now, it’s called the Vinegar River.”

Mo Xin frowned, “Vinegar… what?”

Before he could react, he was kissed by Liang Quichi who grabbed his chin.

Liang Qiuchi even deliberately licked his lips twice, teasing him, “Strange, it’s sweet, why isn’t it sour at all? Let me taste it again.”

With that, he kissed him again.

Mo Xin was amused by him, and he put his hands on the back of his neck, kissing back passionately.

Liang Qiuchi carried him out of the car, letting Mo Xin wrap his legs around his waist, and carried him to the wide riverbank.

The fishermen had packed up and gone home. At this moment, the riverbank was quiet, with occasional sounds of insects and frogs from the reeds.

The pink-purple sunset spread a bright color at the end of the sky to the west, the afterglow shining on Mo Xin, making his skin look beautiful with a rosy glow.

There was a rough and coarse giant rock on the riverbank, absorbing the warmth of the sun during the day, and now it was just warm to the touch, similar to human body temperature.

He leaned against the stone, as comfortable as lying in Liang Qiuchi’s arms from the front.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, staring absentmindedly at the setting sun, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He felt like he had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

The river water sparkled not far away, and it swayed in his eyes in sync with Liang Qiuchi’s movements, as Liang Qiuchi kissed him gently.

Mo Xin, bathed in the light of the sunset, hugged Liang Qiuchi tightly with satisfaction.

This was what he wanted, the wilderness, the marsh, the breeze, the sunset, and his boyfriend.