dissatisfied [e-sports]

Realizing that he was holding Yan Yibing's hand, Han Mo panicked.

But he didn't regret it at all.

Professional players' wrists are very flexible, and there is a small dimple on the front side of the protruding wrist bone. Han Mo's little finger is stuck in this dimple, tightly against Yan Yibing's wrist bone.

That small piece of skin is soft, finer and whiter than other places, with the coolness of evaporating water vapor.

Han Mo felt that his palms were wet.

The only thing that broke the atmosphere was the constantly beeping sports bracelet, which seemed to remind him that his heartbeat was out of control, and the sound became more and more irritable.

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes curiously, for a moment he didn't even think about Han Mo's intention of grabbing his wrist.

He asked, "What's ringing?"

Han Mo's Adam's apple moved slightly, his jaw tensed, and he answered short and stiffly, "Sports bracelet."

Yan Yibing shrank his wrists, being held tightly by Han Mo, wrapped in the warmth of his palms, made him feel a little strange.

Maybe it's because he broke up with Han Mo before, so he is not suitable for this kind of behavior like a buddy.

Han Mo reacted, and slowly let go of his hand with some reluctance. The moment he let go, Yan Yibing retracted his hand into the bath towel.

"Why does the sports bracelet ring?"

Yan Yibing knew that this product was mainly for monitoring his health, but looking at Han Mo's strength, it didn't look like there was something wrong with his body.

Han Mo paused, then said calmly: "Alarm clock, remind me to train."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully: "Prince has won the championship and is still working so hard. It seems that we, Zero, are too relaxed."

He wanted to go back and eat a bag of potato chips and watch a movie, after all, the coach gave them a vacation.

But when he suddenly heard that Han Mo was still studying, he was a little anxious after being stimulated by years of mastery. He planned to go back and replay the game again.

We can't make it too easy for Song Tang and the others. Let's write a reflection report one by one in two days.

After all, it was still a bit cold outside, the water vapor on his body was evaporated, and when the wind in the woods blew, the little pimple popped out.

Yan Yibing tightened the bath towel tightly, and the hem of the white bath towel dangled on his thighs, faintly appearing.

He was about to leave when Han Mo suddenly said, "My light bulb is broken."

Yan Yibing stopped and frowned.

The light bulb is broken, can you still let him sympathize?

"I am so sorry to heart that?"

Han Mo: "...I don't have a ladder, I can't change it, does your house have one?"

"Oh..." Yan Yibing tilted his head and thought for a moment, there are indeed, all the tools in his house are kept in the basement, but usually his father takes care of them, and he doesn't know how to use them, "Yes, you can pick them up with me." Let's go."

"En." After waiting for a few seconds, Han Mo said, "Thank you."

Yan Yibing's back stiffened slightly, and he didn't say anything. He was used to Han Mo hating him, and he was no longer used to Han Mo being so polite to him.

Han Mo still remembered how to get to Yan Yibing's house, even though he had only been there twice.

After making seven turns and eight turns along Xiaoshizi Road, I finally reached the two buildings near the fountain in the center of the community.

Yan Yibing walked to the door of the house and stopped: "You just stand here and wait, I'll get it for you."

He didn't want Han Mo to come into his house, and he didn't want his parents to see him.

After seeing it, his mother might hold a peace meeting on the spot like an elementary school teacher.

That's too embarrassing, and Han Mo must be embarrassed too.

Han Mo's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't refute. He stood quietly on the spot, his straight body dragging a long shadow under the street lamp.

Yan Yibing entered the house, and not long after, the light in his bedroom turned on.

Han Mo raised his head slightly, silently watching the brightness through the blue curtains.

That little light was dimmed in the dark night, and a very important person was wrapped in the light.

The faint oatmeal milk fragrance on Yan Yibing's body still seemed to linger around him. The scene just now was enough for him to recall for a long time.

Soon, the garage door opened, and Yan Yibing came out dragging a ladder.

It was a collapsible portable ladder, but it was not light, so he carried one end and let the other end drag on the ground to bear part of the weight.

He has changed his suit.

It was a very bulky white T-shirt, so bulky that the neckline of the T-shirt could only hang half of his shoulders, and the collarbone and neck were exposed wantonly, without the slightest sense of crisis.

He put on a pair of shorts, the edges of which were very loose, slapping his knees, setting off his shapely and slender calves.

Yan Yibing raised his chin and handed it to Han Mo.

He hadn't showered yet, so he just put on some clothes he didn't like, gave Han Mo the ladder, and he went back to wash up.

The smell of disinfectant in the swimming pool sticks to his skin now, making him a little uncomfortable.

Han Mo: "Help me down the ladder, it's not convenient for me."

Yan Yibing sighed slightly.

There is nothing wrong with what Han Mo said, but he might not be able to take a shower for a while.

Han Mo took the initiative to take the heavy ladder over, but this time the ladder didn't touch the ground.

He carried the ladder and led the way.

On the way home, he ordered an errand delivery, and asked someone to deliver light bulbs and KFC's snow top coffee.

The errand fee at this point is not cheap, Han Mo is not a luxury person, and he would definitely be willing to run it by himself in normal times, but today, saving is not important.

Yan Yibing's house is in the center of the villa area, with a view of the fountain outside the window, and the price is also the most expensive in the community.

Han Mo's house is in the back, and it wasn't that expensive before, but since the subway station was built not far from the back door of the community, the price has naturally gone up.

So it's really not a good deal for him to buy this house.

They walked to the path again, this path was more secluded, almost no one walked, after all, there were not many people going around from front to back.

The scent of grass and trees on the path became more intense, Yan Yibing took a strong sniff of the scent, and felt a little better.

He didn't intend to help Han Mo carry half of the ladder, and of course Han Mo didn't ask him for help.

Walking to Han Mo's house, Yan Yibing could only feel the darkness.

Under the street lamp, you can see that the yard in front of the door has not been taken care of. There are no green plants and no rocking chairs for drinking coffee. His mother will definitely say that there is no atmosphere at all.

Han Mo scanned his fingerprints in front of the door, and when the door opened, it was pitch black inside.

Because the windows are always open for ventilation, there is also a cool breeze in the house.

Yan Yibing came in after him, only to find that the streetlight was shining through the window, faintly shining on the floor, which obviously had no carpet either.

"Where do I change my shoes?"

Yan Yibing's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness, and he groped to support the wall. The wall was hard and smooth, and there was no wallpaper.

"No need to change, there is no carpet, come in." Han Mo took the initiative to walk in without changing his shoes.

Yan Yibing shrugged, seeing that the master didn't care, he didn't pay much attention.

"Where is your light bulb?" Yan Yibing asked.

Han Mo lowered his head, turned on the flashlight in his phone, and illuminated the ground: "Wait, I ordered takeaway, and it will be delivered later."

Yan Yibing: "...You didn't have a light bulb, so I didn't tell you earlier." At this time, he would come out of the shower, and he didn't have to smell disinfectant all over his body.

"Soon, sit down first."

The light of the flashlight swept across the hall, and Yan Yibing quickly took a rough look at Han Mo's decoration structure.

That is, no structure, no style, no nothing.

In the hall, there is no literary piano, no thick and solid wine table, not even a TV, and the walls are empty, only a vertical air conditioner is placed in the corner.

The sofa is also a very simple and low-key style. It can sit people, but it doesn't have any style. It's like a rental room that is temporarily filled and ready to be replaced at any time.

This place doesn't feel like home at all, and because the villa is big and the windows are open, the house is deserted and not cozy at all.

But...it is true that Han Mo has no other relatives.

He has the money to buy a villa, but he doesn't know who to enjoy it for.

Han Mo put the phone on the coffee table and used it as a candle.

He sat on one side of the sofa, leaving a large space for Yan Yibing.

"Sorry, there's nothing to eat in the fridge."

Yan Yibing sat down, crossed his legs in a disembodied manner, and said softly, "Well, I can guess."

Han Mo: "Are you cold? I'll close the window."

Yan Yibing waved his hand, but soon he realized that Han Mo might not be able to see clearly, so he said, "No, I'm not that delicate."

The atmosphere was awkward.

In the dark, only the phone is on.

He and Han Mo sat on the sofa, motionless, and didn't know what to talk about.

It was too painful for a talkative like Yan Yibing.

"You might as well go to the base to sleep tonight, and let them change it when the property goes to work tomorrow."

Yan Yibing suggested bitterly.

In the night, Han Mo pulled his lower lip lightly: "The base is on holiday, there are no people, it's boring."

"Oh." Yan Yi Bing said heartily, isn't your home even more deserted and boring.

Fortunately, the errand takeaway arrived soon, and the other party had been looking for his house for a long time, apparently never entering this community.

It was very difficult to come in. Han Mo had to tell him the building number, the owner's name, and a random verification code, and he had to send a message to the owner group to report.

The delivery man handed the items to Han Mo and wiped the sweat off his face: "It's 42 in total. KFC buys one drink and gets one free, so there are two."

Han Mo nodded, gave him fifty, and then carried the things back to the house.

Xueding coffee actually doesn't have that strong aroma, so Yan Yibing didn't notice it at first.

He was still urging: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to go back to take a shower, where to change the light bulb?"

Han Mo put down the drink, took out the light bulb, and threw the box casually: "It's in the living room."

He dragged the ladder over, handed the light bulb to Yan Yibing, then squatted down by himself, and began to install the ladder.

Yan Yibing wanted to help, but found he couldn't do anything.

He wouldn't at all, because the family never let him reach out.

But Han Mo was very proficient, and he unfolded the ladder and stood up in a short while.

He turned around to pick up the light bulb in Yan Yibing's hand.

They couldn't see well in the dark, and when they passed the light bulb, their hands almost intertwined.

Yan Yibing's fingers were tender, and it looked like he hadn't done any rough work.

Han Mo's palm was drier and rougher than his.

The moment they met, Yan Yibing subconsciously withdrew his hands.

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple.

"Help me hold my leg."

After all, he climbed up the ladder.

His speed is not slow, and his movements are also very flexible. Soon he reached the height of the light bulb, and he stopped.

The ladder shook slightly and made some noise.

Yan Yibing didn't quite understand, and suddenly panicked. He was afraid that Han Mo would fall, so he hugged Han Mo's leg.

Yan Yibing was holding the ladder with both hands, and his chest was pressed against Han Mo's calf. Because of his nervousness, he also exerted great force, binding him tightly.

Han Mo's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the light bulb.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth fiercely, clasped his fingers on the smooth surface of the light bulb, and his palms were covered with sweat.

Yan Yi Bing was wearing very thin, the T-shirt was soft and cool, once it was put on, Han Mo could almost feel the temperature of his chest.

Han Mo's calf froze, he didn't dare to move, he was afraid that any movement would hurt Yan Yi Bing, or his shoes would rub against Yan Yi Bing's dirty clothes.

Han Mo said in a hoarse voice, "No...it's so tight."

Yan Yibing heard it, and relaxed his arms a little: "Is that so?"

Han Mo finally had some room to breathe, and hurriedly replied, "Yes."

He raised his head and stretched out one hand to unscrew the original light bulb. The sound of the screws rubbing against each other spread in the living room, covering his messy breathing.

He stabilized his mind, and quickly screwed on the new light bulb. After confirming that there was no problem, Han Mo reminded Yan Yibing: "It's done."

Yan Yibing let go of him, and Han Mo slowly got off the ladder.

The uncontrolled ladder swayed a little bit, Han Mo still held the light bulb in one hand, and couldn't fully grasp the handrail.

When he got down to the last step, the ladder creaked and slipped, and Han Mo jumped down quickly when he saw something was wrong, but he staggered slightly because of his unstable body.

He just ran into Yan Yibing's arms.

In order to prevent Yan Yibing's nose from being bumped, Han Mo subconsciously clasped his waist.

Pressing the palm of the palm, the fat T-shirt was as soft as a ball of cotton.

But Yan Yibing's waist was not soft, and he could vaguely feel the lines of his muscles.

It was the first time that Han Mo was so close to Yan Yi.

He has the smell of milk, the astringent smell of disinfectant, and the fresh smell of laundry detergent on his T-shirt.

In the hazy vision, Yan Yibing's almond-shaped eyes trembled, his eyelids were thin, his eyelashes were curled up, his pupils were pitch black, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

The damp hair has only dried a little now, and the half-length hair hangs over the bridge of the nose, earlobes, and neck veins, making him look very innocent.

Han Mo is going crazy.

He had to mobilize all his willpower to restrain himself from biting Yan Yibing's lips.

He didn't know if he would have such a good opportunity in the future to support Yan Yibing's waist and hold him in his arms.

In the dark living room, he knew that his possessive desire for Yan Yibing had grown stronger.

His gentle and lazy captain, his cold and ruthless master, he just took one look at him, and he wished to occupy his life as a high-ranking god.

Yan Yibing was slightly shorter than Han Mo, and being supported like this, he felt somewhat strange.

This pose is like a boyfriend and girlfriend.

But he knew that Han Mo just didn't stand firm.

Yan Yibing pushed Han Mo's chest with his fingers, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you all right?"

He didn't use much force, but his chest and ribs were not pain-resistant, so he could feel it very clearly.

Han Mo didn't even hide, and he didn't move his hands from his waist.

After a few seconds of silence, Han Mo asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want a drink, Snow Top Coffee, sweet, what you like."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up: "Is there Xueding Coffee? Drink it."

He likes to drink sweet ones, and it hasn't changed.

No other western restaurant is as sweet as KFC.

There was an imperceptible smile in Han Mo's eyes, and even his tone was much softer.

The gentle expression that others have never seen before, in this night, the unscrupulousness is obvious.

Han Mo: "There are two cups, I'll give you both."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Stop drinking coffee, drink me instead.