dissatisfied [e-sports]

There was a lot of noise by the pool and no one could hear what they were saying.

The sky was getting darker, and the supper in the cafeteria was about to stop. Some cruise ship staff reminded them to recycle their wine glasses.

Ding Luo looked at the time, it was already twelve midnight.

We will arrive at the first destination tomorrow, disembark at [-]:[-] in the morning and gather with the group. If we don’t rest early, this group of people will probably sleep to death on the beach the next day.

Ding Luo hugged Yu Yan's arm and pulled him up from the chair: "Go back to sleep and tell them to go too."

Yu Yan drank a little too much, but at least he was still conscious, but his legs were a little floating.

He supported Ding Luo to stand firm, rubbed his temples, and glanced at Yan Yi Bing: "Gou Bing drank too much again."

He blinked carefully, and found that Han Mo was kneeling beside Yan Yi Bing, not knowing what he was doing.

Yu Yan thought he was in a trance, otherwise, how could two people with such a bad relationship get so close.

He whispered to Ding Luo: "Gou Bing drinks too much and tends to make a fuss. Call Song Tang for at least an hour. Let's send him back first."

Just as Yu Yan wanted to go over and drag Yan Yibing up, Ding Luo grabbed him.

"Didn't you see that the cold god is here? You don't have to worry about it."

Yu Yan chuckled, shaking his body a little: "Just kidding, I drag Gou Bing away just because he is here, otherwise I am afraid that Gou Bing will be darkened by him."

Ding Luo silently rolled his eyes, dragged Yu Yan into the cabin, and muttered as he walked: "Take care of yourself, stupid straight man."

Yu Yan drank too much and couldn't exert himself, and was staggered by Ding Luo.

"Slow down, baby."

His girlfriend was in such a hurry to go back to the room, he couldn't care less about Yan Yibing, friendship is so fragile.

Seeing that Yu Yan was taken away by Ding Luo, the other professional players also felt that it was too cold outside, so they supported him in twos and threes, got up from their seats, and walked into the cabin with lights on.

Yan Yibing nestled on the sofa to block part of the wind, and he had Han Mo's coat on his stomach, so he didn't feel particularly cold.

Everyone else was moving in, but he was lying on the sofa leisurely, without moving a single finger.

Han Mo watched the others leave, then turned back to look at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing Xinghe's eyes were half closed, half awake and half dreaming, and occasionally blinked and glanced at him.

Han Mo poked his cheek with his hand, and lowered his voice: "They're all gone, won't you go?"

Yan Yibing suddenly opened his eyes wide, the rims of his eyes were red, and he smelled heavily of alcohol.

After a long pause, he suddenly sat up from the sofa, which startled Han Mo.

Yan Yibing sighed, patted his face, and said calmly, "Are they all in the water?"

Han Mo: "?"

Yan Yibing started to move his wrists and ankles, and his tone was full of contempt: "I'll give them five seconds."

Han Mo: "..."

He opened his arms slightly, holding Yan Yi Bing within his control, ready to see his next move.

Yan Yibing stood up, rubbed his waist, and was about to rush into the swimming pool in the next second.

Han Mo hooked his waist in time, pinching Yan Yibing's waist with both hands.

Yan Yibing was empty, hanging softly on Han Mo's arm, his lower abdomen was warm and heaved gently.

"What are you doing?" Han Mo held him down and helped him up, as if he had discovered some new land, and looked at Yan Yibing thoughtfully.

"Swimming." Yan Yibing replied confidently.

Then he lowered his head and saw his short sleeves and pants on his lower body.

"So I haven't changed my swimming trunks yet."

Yan Yibing muttered something, suddenly stretched out his slender fingers towards the belt, and began to take off his pants in a frantic manner.

Han Mo: "!!!"

Han Mo quickly pressed Yan Yibing's trousers until the veins in his fingers tensed up.

He gasped for a few seconds, gritted his teeth: "Ice God, are you drunk playing with me?"

But Yan Yibing didn't answer him.

He hurriedly changed into his swimming trunks for a swim.

It took a long time for others to start, and he would not be able to catch up any later.

Yan Yibing tugged on his trousers for a long time, but still couldn't take them off, so he gave up, turned around, and started to pick up his clothes again.

The T-shirt is much easier to handle, it is loose and elastic, and if you pull it casually, it will be halfway up.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, he breathed rapidly, his chest rose and fell, and his ribs were looming.

Han Mo pressed his fingers on Yan Yibing's waist, and it took a lot of willpower to restrain his fingers from going up.

His temples were throbbing, his mouth was parched, and he wished he could push Yan Yibing to the side of the pool on the spot.

He is only 19 years old, and he is an age at which he is not responsible for being a beast. Why should he be tortured like this!

But just thinking about it, he quickly restrained himself.

He is not afraid of things that deviate from the orthodoxy, but Yan Yibing is.

He couldn't make Yan Yibing unhappy.

"Recite your words, can you hook my neck?" Han Mo asked.

Yan Yibing looked bewildered.

Han Mo sighed.

He patted Yan Yibing's hand that was pulling his clothes away, pressed his wrist, bowed slightly, and lifted Yan Yibing up with all his strength.

Yan Yibing had already drank too much, and his eyes began to blur for a while.

The little belly was pressed against Han Mo's shoulder, and his stomach was overwhelmed, and he tried his best not to spit it out on the spot.

He rushed his head down, feeling as if he was floating, the wooden floor in front of him moved away a little bit, and the water in the swimming pool gradually became less clear.

He instinctively grabbed Han Mo's black shirt with his hands, and was carried away in a daze.

He vaguely felt that he trusted this man so much that he didn't have to shout.

This man's shoulders are very strong, and his muscles are also very hard. A big man can walk like flying while carrying him, so it should not be possible to throw him off.

But where are they going?

Yan Yibing couldn't think that much anymore, he groaned and endured the pain in his stomach, and his chin slammed on Han Mo's back intermittently.

I don't know that I have completely lost my face.

There are at least [-] passengers and [-] employees on board the cruise ship.

Although it was very late now, the casino on the seventeenth floor was bustling with activity, and many people took the elevator upstairs to try their luck.

Most of the passengers on cruise ships departing from China are Chinese.

The scene of a man resisting another man is still rare to see in public.

In the elevator, other tourists looked sideways, looking at Han Mo and then at Yan Yibing.

Han Mo's face was very cold, and he was serious, but there was a little thin sweat on his forehead, and his neck was red.

Yan Yibing's hair was disheveled, hanging softly, whimpering and moaning at times, obviously not very satisfied with this posture.

His clothes were also crumpled, a part of his waist was exposed, and the belt was torn off by himself, hanging loosely.

It looks very charming.

There were children in the elevator, secretly tugging at the arms of the parents around them, and asked in a low voice, "Mom, what are they doing?"

Mom immediately poked him on the head: "It's impolite, my brother is helping another brother."

The child asked: "What are you doing to help another brother?"

Through the metal reflection in the elevator, Han Mo saw the children behind him staring at them without blinking.

Then his neck became more red.

Mom coughed lightly: "Brother drank too much, let's go back to the room together."

Taking advantage of Han Mo's inattention, the kid stretched out his fleshy fingers and lightly poked Yan Yi Bing's ear.

It was cold but slippery, and the kid smiled excitedly.

Mom gave him a reproachful look and pulled him back.

Yan Yibing frowned, tilted his head, and gently rubbed his itchy earlobe with his shoulder.

He muttered, "Don't touch me, I won't touch you."

Han Mo heard it, looked sideways slightly, and glanced back coldly, scaring the little friend into his mother's arms.

Fortunately, soon after reaching the eleventh floor, Han Mo carried Yan Yibing off the elevator and immediately put him down.

Han Mo hugged him, gently brushed his hair, lifted his side face, and said softly, "Where did he touch you?"

The discomfort in Yan Yibing's stomach disappeared. After all, the journey from the swimming pool to the elevator was not very long.

He was supported by Han Mo, raised his head, his eyes were drunk, and put all his weight on Han Mo's body.

"It touches my ear, it's disgusting."

Han Mo's gaze fell on Yan Yibing's earlobe, he licked his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then what should we do?"

Yan Yibing was sullen, his face puffed up, his eyelids were deeply folded: "Dirty."

He only vents his emotions and has no ability to provide solutions at all.

Han Mo's eyes grew darker, he tightened his grip on his waist, and said in a low voice, "It's dirty, let's cover it up."

After finishing speaking, Han Mo bowed his head, took Yan Yi Bing's earlobe in his mouth, and rubbed it between his lips.

The earlobes are soft and cool, delicate and innocent, slightly red under the light.

Han Mo didn't stop until he absorbed all the coolness and warmed that small piece of skin.

"Okay, cover it."