dissatisfied [e-sports]

The one who was just watching?

Who would know who Han Mo was looking at just now?

And if it's in the circle, Han Mo's wife fans will cry to death when they hear about it.

After all, there are so many women who like him.

Yan Yibing also went to Moments on purpose, looked through it, but didn't find any girl Han Mo had just liked.

He stared at that passage for a long time to figure it out, but he still had no clue. In the end, he simply put the phone next to the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't insist on prying into other people's privacy, it was estimated that Han Mo was just unrequited love, and the other party didn't have that intention, so he was embarrassed to say.

At noon the next day, Yan Yibing woke up completely.

He cleared his throat, only to find that his throat was extremely dry, and it still hurt a little when he swallowed.

Maybe I ate too much sweets yesterday, and the air has been dry recently.

Yan Yibing pushed open the door in a daze, and walked lazily down the stairs.

In the living room, his parents were not there, only his aunt was sorting out the dirty clothes and throwing them into the washing machine for washing.

Yan Yibing's voice was hoarse and trembling, and he murmured, "Auntie, is there any water?"

Aunt stopped what she was doing: "I just finished boiling the hot water, but the cold water is gone. If you take two bowls and pour them back and forth, it will cool down quickly."

Yan Yibing didn't pick anything: "Yes."

With his slippers on the ground and his hair disheveled, he walked slowly to the kitchen.

The kitchen was shaded and cooler than the bedroom. With half of his body naked, Yan Yibing took out two bowls from the cupboard.

He pressed the button of the electric kettle and took half a bowl of water. The water was really hot, steaming, and soon the temperature spread to the side of the bowl, and his fingers became hot.

Yan Yibing quickly changed the hot water to another bowl, back and forth several times, until the heat finally dissipated.

He moved his lips to the bowl and sipped it. It was still a little hot, but it was drinkable.

While drinking water, he instinctively raised his eyes and looked out the window.

It wasn't that he looked in Han Mo's direction on purpose, but the house was right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.

Seeing this, Yan Yibing paused.

Because he found Han Mo standing by the window, wearing a light gray hoodie, holding the window sill with both hands, looking out quietly.

He couldn't see Han Mo's expression clearly, so he didn't know what Han Mo was looking at.

But Yan Yibing felt awkward and restrained for no reason.

Yan Yibing was not in the mood to drink water anymore, he instinctively bit the side of the bowl with his teeth, and glanced at himself.

He is still shirtless.

The skin directly and boldly touched the air, and the chest, abdominal muscles, and waist were all exposed without a doubt.

His lower body was just a pair of loose shorts, thin and soft.

Actually no more than I wore in my last swim.

He was used to being careless before, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He often dressed like this and wandered around the house, but it seemed a little indecent to be seen by his former apprentices like this.

But it would be even more embarrassing if he ran back clutching his chest.

Yan Yibing's eyes trembled, and he quickly drank the rest of the water in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or not, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

After drinking the water, he calmly and calmly put down the bowl, turned around and went back to the house.

An acquaintance who lives near his home doesn't seem so comfortable, at least he will be embarrassed to come to the kitchen with his upper body naked in the future.

He didn't know, after he left, Han Mo stayed for a few seconds, and then left from the window.

Han Mo went to the bathroom with that baggy white short sleeve in his arms, and it took a long time before he came out.

At noon, Yan's mother came back to eat, and when she was changing shoes by the door, she saw Yan Yibing nestled on the sofa watching TV.

She put the handbag on the shoe cabinet and said to Yan Yi Bing, "Honey, guess who I saw this morning?"

Yan Yibing's attention was all on the TV plot, and he asked casually, "Who is it?"

Yan's mother beamed brightly, and said with great interest: "Han Mo!"

Yan Yibing's fingers holding the remote control paused, turned his head slightly, and glanced at his mother out of the corner of his eye: "...Oh?"

Yan's mother sighed: "Unexpectedly, Han Mo also moved here, and I bought two boxes of strawberries this morning, and Han Mo helped me move them. Are you particularly concerned about your hands?"

Yan Yibing was in a complicated mood, and said in a low voice, "Yes, what did you ask him to do?"

Yan's mother: "I didn't let him at first, but he insisted on helping me, so I didn't refuse. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I even invited him to come to my house for dinner at noon."

Yan Yibing coughed heavily, turned around abruptly, and opened his eyes wide: "You invited him to dinner?"

Yan's mother blinked and murmured: "Yes, you two are reconciled, isn't it okay to invite him to dinner?"

Yan Yibing frowned: "Who told you we're reconciled?"

Yan's mother: "If we don't get along, shouldn't he avoid me and help me move things?"

Yan Yibing was speechless when asked.

Has he reconciled with Han Mo?

Anyway, it's definitely not as stiff as before.

But when this change started, he couldn't figure it out at all.

However, he felt that he had hardly changed. Regarding Han Mo, what was his mood before, and what is his mood now.

And it was actually Han Mo who took the lead in breaking the ice.

Seeing his solemn expression, Yan's mother also became worried, and asked in a low voice, "Can't you?"

Yan Yibing was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No, it doesn't matter."

He just felt a little fast.

The pace is a bit fast.

He didn't know how long it would take for others to break up, because he had never broken up with anyone except Han Mo.

Yan's mother breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine. I'm afraid that I will do something bad with good intentions. What TV series are you watching?"

Yan Yibing looked back at the TV, suddenly felt that the TV series in front of him had become boring, and said bitterly: "It's nothing, it's a romantic drama with a filter of the age, but the heroine is not very good-looking, and the two male protagonists are okay."

Yan's mother: "Oh, go wash the strawberries and eat them at noon."

Yan Yibing shook his head and turned off the TV: "I'll go wash up first."

He quickly went upstairs and rushed to the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was disheveled like a bird's nest.

This happens every time I take a shower before going to bed, my hair is curled up, and I can only go back one day.

Yan Yibing combed it twice, but still felt ugly, so he simply washed his hair again and dried it with a hair dryer.

It's much more pleasing to the eye now.

After finishing everything, he sat down on the bed and was stunned for a moment.

It's not surprising that his mother invited Han Mo, because his mother always regretted his breakup with Han Mo.

But it was strange that Han Mo agreed.

Isn't Han Mo indifferent by nature, unwilling to join in the fun and socialize?

Yan Yibing rubbed his face, sighed, stood up again, walked to the closet, and started looking for clothes.

He has quite a lot of clothes, most of which are bought by his mother, good brands from abroad.

However, there are still some sent by the brand, and the styles are not bad, and they are all piled up below.

Yan Yibing picked and picked, and finally took out a pumpkin-colored casual jacket and put it on.

Next, I also changed the shorts I wore when I was sleeping, and changed to khaki trousers.

Looking in the mirror, he looked a little more serious.

12: 30.

Yan Yibing heard the doorbell ring.

He pushed open the bedroom door, went down a few steps, and stood on the stairs, looking towards the door.

It was Yan's mother who opened the door. After the door opened, Han Mo came in with a lot of fruit.

Yan's mother: "Xiao Han, don't be so polite, come in quickly, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Yan Yibing was still standing on the stairs, watching Han Mo being invited in by his mother.

Han Mo looked much gentler today. When talking to his mother, he kept smiling and was very humble and polite.

He wasn't like that.

Yan Yibing touched the tip of his nose, Xinghe's eyes trembled a few times.

Yan's mother: "Son, why are you still standing, you chat, I'll help Auntie serve the dishes."

"Oh."

Yan Yibing then slowly came down the stairs, walked to the sofa in the living room, and sat down.

Han Mo's eyes instinctively fell on Yan Yibing, and he suppressed his smile, his eyes darkened.

"What's wrong with your throat?"

After coming in and listening, he realized that Yan Yibing's voice was wrong.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, his eyelids drooped slightly, and under the shallow eyelids he could see faint blood vessels.

He took an apple, touched the fruit knife again, and said casually: "I didn't catch a cold, I was too dry yesterday."

The fruit knife was on the apple, and with a hard stroke, it cut off a lot of flesh.

Yan Yibing frowned, stuffed the flesh with the skin in his mouth and chewed, and waited until the water was gone before spitting it out.

He doesn't know how to peel apples, his mother taught him when he was a child, but he just didn't learn it.

In fact, it's not that I haven't learned it, it's just that the cutting is deep, which is a bit wasteful.

"give me."

Han Mo lowered his eyes, and stretched out his hand towards him, his fingertips were only ten centimeters away from the apple in his hand.

Yan Yibing paused, remembering Han Mo's technology, so he stuffed the apple to Han Mo without any burden, and said brazenly, "Don't break the skin."

Han Mo glanced at him, and lightly said, "There are quite a few requests."

The moment he took the apple, the warmth of Yan Yibing's palm still remained on the apple.

Han Mo tightened his grip, took the knife, and slowly peeled the apple.

The apple skin is shallow and thin, but it just keeps on winding and getting longer and longer, hanging down into the trash can.

Han Mo was as focused on peeling apples as he was playing games, his eyes were fixed, his lips were slightly drawn, his inner eyelids were folded, and his eyes didn't even blink.

As soon as Yan Yi Bingxing came, he stretched out his hand to fiddle with the long peel.

While stretching and playing, he lamented Han Mo's virtuousness.

Like a little daughter-in-law.

But other people's daughters-in-law can't be so virtuous.

He can cook and peel fruit, he can repair home appliances and change light bulbs, he has massage skills comparable to team physiotherapists, and he has seen Han Mo make coffee before, and the latte art is more beautiful than the ones made by the coffee shop clerk.

In addition, Han Mo can also play the game to the best, training for no less than ten hours a day.

Truly, masters of time management.

Finally peeling to the end, Han Mo stopped, put his fingers against the edge of the peel, and asked Yan Yi Bing, "Do you want it?"

Yan Yibing: "Yes, yes." He took the peel and shook it to play with it, his movements were not gentle at all, he just waited for the shaking to break before throwing it away completely.

Han Mo slowly cut out a small piece of apple, inserted it with the tip of a knife, and handed it to Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing stopped shaking the peel, and looked up at Han Mo.

The apple flesh is very close to his lips, as long as he leans forward slightly, he can eat it with his mouth open.

but......

Han Mo said lightly, "Didn't you want it?"

Yan Yibing suddenly realized that Han Mo thought he was talking about this.

So Yan Yibing didn't have any scruples, just opened his mouth, carefully bit the flesh, and chewed it in his mouth.

Han Mo's eyes were heavy, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Yan Yibing's lips were a bit dry, but after being moistened by the apple juice, they became very ruddy and translucent.

And when he opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue protruded slightly, not a little whitish like ordinary people, but bright red, as if a little swollen.

He knew what it was like, the tip of his tongue would turn very red when it was scalded by something hot.

"anything else?"

"Ah."

Han Mo cut off another piece and fed it to Yan Yibing's mouth.

With the first piece of base, the second piece is even less of a concern.

Yan Yibing ate without any psychological burden.

When Yan's mother came out of the kitchen, she saw this scene.

Like an old man, Yan Yibing crossed his legs and concentrated on playing with the apple peel, and then occasionally raised his head to take a bite of the apple that Han Mo fed to his mouth.

A whole apple is almost finished.

Han Mo was sitting upright, honestly repeating the action of feeding Yan Yibing, even cutting the apple slices just right.

Like the bullied daughter-in-law of a landlord's family.

Yan's mother was so angry that she picked up one of the pillows and threw it at Yan Yibing: "You're so lazy, you might as well just lie on the bed and don't get down. I'll find someone to feed you all the food."

She always felt that her son was a little bullying Han Mo.

It was also the same before, let Han Mo do all the work, let Han Mo do everything, and instructing Han Mo is not polite at all.

Han Mo just respectfully called him Master, but he didn't owe him anything.

Seeing the pillow flying over, Yan Yibing instinctively retreated to the corner of the sofa, closed his eyes, and protected his head.

But the pillow didn't fall on him.

Han Mo caught it with one hand.

After a while, Han Mo put the pillow away and smiled: "It's okay, I'm free anyway."

Yan Yibing curled his lips: "It's not a big deal to scare me."

Yan's mother rolled her eyes: "It's not that you have no hands and no feet, and you even need someone to feed you apples?"

Yan Yibing was most afraid of his mother preaching to him, so he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'll feed him too."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yibing snatched the small half of the apple from Han Mo's hand, stretched out his hand, and fed it to Han Mo's mouth: "Here."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for Han Mo to bite.

Han Mo was silent for two seconds, first staring at his face, then looking away, suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed Yan Yibing's wrist.

Then he lowered his head to bite the apple in Yan Yibing's hand.

Yan Yibing was startled, and maintained this posture, waiting for Hanmo to finish eating the remaining fruit.

Han Mo's palms were dry and hot. Because he had lived a hard life, his skin was not as delicate as his.

But not uncomfortable.

Yan Yibing's entire wrist was wrapped up by Han Mo, and he couldn't move it. The wrist bone was hidden between Han Mo's two fingers, like a natural lock, and it was locked tightly.

He knew that Han Mo was trying to maintain balance, but...something was always wrong.

Han Mo finished eating the apple silently, bit off the core, and then slowly let go of Yan Yibing's hand.

Yan Yibing's fingers were slender and his skin was fair, and he turned a little red after being pinched for a long time.

Han Mo stared at the red mark, subconsciously licked his lips.

It's really delicate, and it turns red without much effort.

Such delicate skin, no matter how careful it is, it should be easy to leave marks.

Yan Yibing withdrew his hand, puffed his face, and rubbed his wrist uncomfortably.

This is the first time he has fed his leftovers to others.

He remembered that when he was in school, his mother often brought him snacks to school.

At that time, Liang Hefeng was in charge of what he wanted, and he would rather give Liang Hefeng a new one the next day than put his hand into the packaging bag.

He always thought it was his cleanliness.

But he didn't reject Han Mo at all.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Facts have proved that if you rub the bitten skin again, it will turn redder.