By Zephyria 
Late at night.
Jing Mian couldn’t resist reaching out and turning on the globe on the bedside table.
The pale light gradually illuminated the corner of the bedroom, soft and gentle, filtering through his outstretched fingers. Jing Mian stared at the globe for a while, realizing his heart was still beating rapidly.
There were many reasons he loved the globe—for instance, through this small sphere, it felt as if he were outside the universe, looking down at the world he lived in. Sometimes just thinking about it felt magical.
Moreover, his own location was an insignificant point too tiny to be depicted on the globe. Gazing at it felt like glimpsing unknown realms he had never visited: icy wilderness, volcanic eruptions, deserts, and starry seas… The globe seemed to construct countless worlds in Jing Mian’s mind that he had never seen before.
And tomorrow, he would actually set off to reach those places.
With Mr. Ren.
It still didn’t feel real.
Such a sudden and whimsical request for a honeymoon had been agreed to without hesitation.
Jing Mian had posted a leave notice on his Kuaiyu homepage, stating his return would be in a month, with the reason being that he was going on his honeymoon.
The comments section immediately exploded:
【Is MianMian going with Teacher Ren?!】
【Ahhhh the young couple is going on their honeymoon!!】
【No wonder Teacher Ren’s schedule is clear next month—he’s accompanying our baby】
【Wuwu a whole month, how will I live without MianMian】
【Petition for baby to livestream the honeymoon, we don’t need to see you show affection, just the scenery would be fine】
【Seconded】
【Thirded!!】
When this comment rose to the top spot, Jing Mian inevitably noticed it. He privately messaged the administrator to ask if such a livestream was feasible and received an enthusiastic and affirmative response—it was practically exactly what they wanted.
His insomnia the previous night made waking up unusually difficult. Jing Mian sat up, curling into a ball under the covers, slowly changed his clothes, and drowsily ate breakfast before his Husband helped him into his coat, put on his hat, and wrapped a scarf around him.
Jing Mian murmured softly, “Isn’t it still early?…”
Ren Xingwan lifted his chin, his thumb brushing against the young man’s sleepy eyelashes, replying, “It is indeed still early.”
“You can sleep on the plane.”
Only when Jing Mian sat in the passenger seat and checked the time did he realize they were a full hour later than their planned departure time.
He probably couldn’t bear to wake me, Jing Mian thought, and when I drowsily asked, he chose to reassure me. Leaning back in the seat, surrounded by the warm air in the car, he thought, this damn sense of security.
Aside from some carry-on luggage and backpacks, their suitcases were checked separately, mostly filled with clothes. They were about to visit four countries in Europe, with unpredictable temperatures along the journey, so it was better to be prepared.
After boarding and a ten-hour flight, they arrived in Madrid, the historic city standing as the capital of Spain.
Someone picked them up as soon as they landed. By the time their luggage was settled at the guesthouse, it was already very late. The next morning, they had breakfast at a restaurant next to the hotel and met their tour guide.
He had short, chestnut-brown hair, slightly curly, with skin tanned from long exposure to the sun, long eyelashes, and a friendly appearance.
He spoke fluent Chinese: “Hello, I’m Alex, your temporary tour guide for the journey from Madrid to Iceland.”
I will be your guide for the tour.
Jing Mian shook hands with him: “Hello.”
The other person returned the handshake with both hands, seeming somewhat excited: “Hello, hello.”[The tour guide’s Chinese is so standard]
[Very high attractiveness]
[I like foreigners with this hair color, very charming]
[Haha, looks like the kind of handsome guy who would go wakeboarding]
Ren Xingwan’s gaze fell on their hands as he interrupted in a tone that gave nothing away: “Would you like some juice?””
Jing Mian nodded.
Inside the counter were various fruits for travelers to choose for fresh juicing, looking quite appetizing.
They had set out in the morning, passing through a town that featured the most comprehensive local specialty foods, where they tasted what was said to be the most authentic Spanish ham. Alex introduced: “This place is known as the Gateway to Europe and is also Spain’s most economically prosperous capital. The museum we’re visiting next records the country’s richest historical culture.”
“Of course, there are many ancient towns and villages nearby. If we have enough time, we can take a double-decker bus for a stroll around.”
Jing Mian was drawn to the last few words, surprised: “That sounds like northern dialect.”
“The word ‘stroll’? Haha yes, it’s Northeastern dialect.” Alex smiled: “Not just that, I can even speak some Cantonese. When I was an exchange student, my roommates came from all over China and taught me many dialects.”
………………..Amazing.
Jing Mian suddenly remembered from the earlier introduction that this tour guide named Alex seemed to be proficient in more than one language.
He couldn’t help asking: “Do you really know eight languages?”
Alex laughed cheerfully: “Natürlich (of course)”
The young man looked somewhat confused: “What was that?”
Alex: “German, meaning ‘of course’.”
[Hahahahaha]
[Why do I never encounter such interesting tour guides when I travel]
[High-caliber tour guides like this are usually fully booked and hard to reserve]
[Why does Brother Ren seem a bit quiet]
Passing through the town, before reaching Plaza Mayor, they first went through the bustling heart of Puerta del Sol. Jing Mian raised his camera to capture the statue of Carlos III on horseback.
Since they were only staying in Madrid for two days and their final destination wasn’t limited to here, they only visited Madrid’s most famous attractions. Of course, aside from the Royal Palace Museum, Madrid’s proudest and most renowned building is the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, home to Real Madrid.
Fortunately, they happened to arrive on a match day. Having bought tickets in advance, they followed the itinerary and entered with the crowd.
Although it would still be a while before the players entered the field, Jing Mian could already feel the rising atmosphere. The stands were gradually filling up, and the excitement of the fans was already undeniable, with waves of restless energy faintly stirring in the air.
The young man didn’t follow football much, but Li Daoyang was a seasoned fan, so Jing Mian had picked up some knowledge through exposure.
Alex enthusiastically explained the upcoming match and both teams’ respective records and chances of winning. Even as a layperson, after learning about the two teams’ long-standing rivalry, one couldn’t help but feel the excitement.
[So impressive]
[So not only is it a reunion of rivals, but also a symbolic battle for honor]
[Wish I could be there in person]
After taking his seat, Alex glanced down at his ticket again to confirm—he was indeed seated one row ahead of the young couple.
It was a bit unfortunate. He had been chatting quite pleasantly with Mr. Jing, and sitting next to him would have been more convenient. But when he accidentally met Mr. Ren’s gaze, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine. Scratching his head, Alex quietly dismissed the thought.
Five bags.
As the players entered the field, the enthusiasm in the stands gradually peaked. Jing Mian took a sip of juice, holding the tapas he had packed earlier from the corridor restaurant.
The match officially began.
During the game, Alex temporarily took charge of the live-streaming equipment. At this moment, he could both record what was happening behind him and capture the vast stadium within the lens.
Though he had only just started learning about it, the young man had already developed a favorite team and was thoroughly engrossed in the match—until the first halftime break.
The large screen, which had been meticulously displaying the game, suddenly shifted its focus to the audience, framed by a border of pink hearts.
The young man looked puzzled.
Alex turned around and whispered, “It’s worth mentioning that during pauses or halftime in a match, there might be a ‘kiss cam’ event. Although the chances are slim, it’s best to be prepared.”
Jing Mian asked, “What’s a kiss cam?”
Before Alex could explain, the man beside him spoke in a low voice, “When the camera focuses on two people, they have to kiss.”
Jing Mian was slightly taken aback.
“Right,” Alex said. “And if there are political or business elites, celebrities, or well-known faces in the stadium, there’s a high probability the camera will land on them.”
Jing Mian’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
Political and business elites, celebrities… It was practically naming Mr. Ren outright.
Moreover, their seats were relatively close to the front. If the camera intentionally searched, they could easily be spotted.
Given Mr. Ren’s status, if he appeared on the stadium’s large screen kissing his partner, it would undoubtedly trend on major platforms the next day. Jing Mian wasn’t sure if this would affect the man.
Lowering his gaze, Jing Mian set down the tapas he had grown fond of since arriving in Spain. He picked up his backpack, rummaging for something.
The next moment, Ren Xingwan’s eyes widened in surprise.
Most of the man’s vision was obscured as a black cap was pulled down, casting a shadow over his eyes and his strikingly handsome nose bridge.
Jing Mian adjusted the cap for Mr. Ren, studying him for a few seconds. Even with his eyes hidden, his profile remained exceptional.
To be safe, he then retrieved a mask from the backpack.
As Jing Mian hooked the edge of the mask, about to place it on Mr. Ren, a deep voice sounded by his ear:
“MianMian.”
“Hmm?”
“The camera is on us.”
Jing Mian’s eyelashes fluttered. Just as he was about to look up, the black brim of the cap enveloped his vision like an eclipse. His heartbeat grew wild and tumultuous.
Amid the vast sea of people, his lips were captured in a kiss.
At that moment, Alex abruptly stood up, completely blocking the view behind him. Excited like the other spectators, he shouted in Spanish, “Red card! It really is a red card!!”
[?!!!]
[Alright, I was wrong.]
[Alex, you big third wheel!!]
[So anxious, so anxious! I want to see the young couple kiss!!]
[Help, please, someone move the tour guide away!]
Half a minute later, the wave of heat gradually subsided.
After Alex sat down, the young couple behind him had already returned to normal.
Only when the camera swept past could one notice, upon closer inspection, that the youth’s ears were flushed bright red.
[What a regret in this lifetime]
[Wuwu my baby finally shows affection once]
[If I’m not mistaken, the kisscam didn’t actually capture the young couple just now]
[Day N of Mr. Ren finding excuses to kiss his wife. That’s right, the rest is all my imagination]
[I’m dying from sweetness ahhh]
The football match ended amidst enthusiastic cheers.
Even as they left their seats and exited the stadium, the visitors who had come specifically for this experience still felt it ended too soon.
The first day’s itinerary had actually been pre-arranged by Alex. This enthusiastic and energetic tour guide had packed the schedule full.
In the afternoon, they visited the local bullring and church. The evening restaurant reservation was at the most popular mushroom restaurant in town. The menu featured more than just mushrooms, with some novel flavors that were exceptionally delicious.
Madrid at night possessed unique charm, and their day’s activities didn’t conclude until nearly nine o’clock.
Returning to the hotel, the young man was completely exhausted, limbs feeling weak. Despite the fatigue, he felt this day had been incredibly fulfilling, and he believed Mr. Ren felt the same.
After bathing, the youth changed into his bathrobe and was the first to lie down on the bed. The view outside their accommodation was magnificent – by dimming the lights, one could overlook Madrid’s most spectacular and vast architectural cityscape, with romantic night views and brilliant lights.
Drowsiness gradually washed over him. Lying on the soft sheets, Jing Mian began drifting off to sleep until the sound of water from the bathroom stopped. After some indeterminate time, he felt a hand grasp his bare ankle.
The grip tightened.
Jing Mian, who had been lying comfortably on the pillow, was unexpectedly pulled toward the center of the bed. The sheets beneath him wrinkled, and his recently donned pajamas became loose, revealing the elegant line from his neck to his collarbone, pale and beautiful.
Lips.
The youth blinked slightly dazed. When he looked up, his face was shadowed by the other man leaning over him.
Jing Mian’s throat felt dry. Noticing Mr. Ren had already removed his pajamas, his heart suddenly pounded heavily. Just as he was about to speak, his lips were sealed.
This kiss was more intense than any before, almost suffocating. Enveloped in that familiar, pleasant scent, his heartbeat became erratic.
As his pajama buttons were undone, Jing Mian became more alert. He asked softly:
“Are we doing it now?”
The man looked at him and replied in a low voice:
“Natürlich (Of course)”