dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing felt his earlobes warm and then cool, he frowned and rubbed against Han Mo's shoulder.

As for what he is doing and what the other party is doing, he has already perceived it not very clearly.

His legs were weak, his eyes were spinning, and he couldn't stand without something.

He rarely drank so much, and Chen Yan's retirement really put him under a lot of psychological pressure.

Han Mo was afraid that his stomach would hurt, so he didn't dare to carry him anymore, so their room was not far from the elevator, Han Mo almost put Yan Yi Bing on his shoulders, and dragged him away little by little.

It was a short walk, more than five minutes away.

Standing at the door of Yan Yibing's room, Han Mo lightly patted his face: "Where is the room card?"

Yan Yibing rested his chin on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Han Mo had no choice but to reach out and feel in his trouser pocket.

No.

It probably fell out while lying on the sofa.

Han Mo pursed his lower lip, and could only push Yan Yi Bing to the door of his room again.

He swiped open the door, inserted the card, dragged Yan Yibing through the narrow aisle, and gently placed him on his bed.

After finishing all this work, Han Mo also broke out in a sweat.

But they went swimming in the afternoon, and they had already taken more than one bath, and he didn't plan to take another bath.

Yan Yibing got on the bed, touched the soft bed, turned over instinctively, and buried his face in the pillow.

His legs were curled into the quilt.

Seeing that he was fine for a while, Han Mo went out to help him find his card.

It will be very troublesome the next day without the card. After all, many entertainment items on the ship need to scan the card.

Back to the open-air swimming pool again, there was no one there.

The sea wind is howling, the waves are rolling, but in the dark night, with the moonlight of the stars, you can vaguely see the undulating shadows in the distance.

It was mountains, it was land, and they were almost at the port.

Han Mo searched around with the light of his phone, and finally found Yan Yibing's card in the sofa's interlayer.

Holding the card, he quickly returned to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he found Yan Yibing thrashing on the bed.

Yan Yibing swam on the bed with a very irregular breaststroke posture. The bed sheet was crumpled and rolled together, and his clothes were in a mess as he swam, almost lifted above his chest.

The belt was loose, and the trousers slid down, hanging in half.

Han Mo watched and took a deep breath.

Really, the scourge.

He walked to the bed and saw Yan Yi Bing's face buried in the pillow, swimming hard, wishing he could hit the head of the bed in the next second.

Han Mo stuffed a pillow in front of his head and looked at him.

This man drank too much and was really noisy.

But after a while, he didn't see Yan Yi Bing showing his face, and he was a little scared.

So Han Mo patted his back and whispered in his ear: "Ice God, it's time to take a breath."

Yan Yibing suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, then puffed up his face and opened his eyes wide to look at Han Mo.

Han Mo was slightly taken aback.

He was caught off guard and almost turned cheek to Yan Yi Bing.

Yan Yibing's light and shallow breathing was warm and hot, and the skin on his face was very thin, shining brightly under the delicate light yellow light.

If he gets closer, maybe he can...

Han Mo's Adam's apple twitched, and his eyes sank.

Tonight was really full of surprises.

Yan Yibing's face was a little red, his hair was in a mess, and the tips of his hair were teased to curl up.

He puffed his mouth out to hold his breath, his lips were tight, his face was as round as two ping pong balls stuffed, a little childish and cute.

Han Mo couldn't help it, maintained this posture, stretched out his fingers again, and rubbed the earlobe that he had sucked.

It's getting cold again.

Yan Yibing flinched, with an unhappy expression, finally swallowed the anger in his mouth, stretched out his hand and pushed Han Mo: "Don't occupy the track."

Han Mo was pushed by him, but he didn't push, deliberately annoyed him: "So what if I take it?"

Yan Yibing frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "You have no quality, I will throw you away."

So he immersed himself in freestyle swimming again, swimming very hard, making the pillow beside the bed tremble.

After a while, he opened his eyes and saw that Han Mo was still by his side, occupying his track.

Yan Yibing: "..."

The whole process lasted for nearly an hour, Yan Yibing was finally too tired to move, fell asleep on the bed.

Han Mo was also terribly sleepy, but Yan Yibing stretched out all over the place, taking up most of the bed, and the bed was wrinkled, so he couldn't sleep on anyone.

It was inconvenient for him to go to Yan Yibing's room to sleep, so he had to sit on the sofa and drink a glass of chocolate milk from the small freezer.

After waking up for a moment, he began to check the island strategy for the next day slowly.

When it was two o'clock in the morning, he was too sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa.

There was only a bath towel on his body, not even a quilt.

At [-] o'clock the next morning, the corridor began to play the radio, calling everyone to disembark and board the island.

Most professional players turn day and night upside down, and now it is really painful for them to get up early to play.

Only Yan Yibing, who was a heavy sleeper, woke up very early in the morning.

He was woken up by the broadcast, opened his eyes, and the fundus of his eyes was sore.

Through the gaps in the curtains, one can vaguely see that the sky is bright, and the ship has stopped and is stationed at the port.

Yan Yibing rubbed his eyes hard, and found that his limbs were sore, as if he had done some intense exercise last night.

He rubbed his temples and slowly got up from the bed, but he couldn't figure out how he got back from the open-air swimming pool.

His impression stayed at the moment of looking at the sea and listening to other players' nonsense.

But he seemed to have done something else afterwards, with Han Mo.

But it's blurry, only a little bit of picture left.

later......

He was sent back to the room.

Yan Yibing lowered his head and looked at the bed where he was sleeping.

It's a mess, it's just out of shape.

The quilt was also rolled up and wrapped around his waist.

Half of his own trousers were taken off, his clothes were rolled into twists, and it took up half of the bed.

Just looking at the visual effects, I thought he had fought with others in bed for [-] rounds yesterday.

Yan Yibing smiled lowly, then looked up and saw Han Mo curled up on the small sofa.

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo was taller than him, with long arms and long legs, huddled in the small sofa, unable to stretch out anywhere, looking very pitiful and innocent.

Han Mo lowered his head, crossed his arms, and put a bath towel on his body, obviously because he had been blown by the air conditioner all night.

The quilt was naturally given to him.

Yan Yibing had a splitting headache.

It seems that Han Mo sent him back yesterday, he occupied Han Mo's bed and pushed her to the sofa.

With this posture, those who didn't know would think that Han Mo kicked him again when he was lucky.

Yan Yibing rubbed off the bed, his slippers were not on the ground.

He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and tiptoed to Han Mo's side.

Han Mo slept deeply, breathing evenly, and his face was not as cold as usual, but very gentle.

The brows are stretched, the tails of the eyes are long and narrow, and the eyelashes are clearly defined.

Yan Yibing returned to the bed, took off the quilt, and gently placed it on Han Mo's body.

He moved very carefully, bowed his waist, and tried not to make any noise.

But when the weight of the quilt fell on Han Mo's shoulders, Han Mo still woke up instantly.

The first image that caught his eyes was Yan Yibing covering him with a quilt.

The vigilance in Han Mo's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he became a little gentle.

Yan Yibing was not at ease: "I think you are a bit cold."

"Yeah." Han Mo sat up from the sofa, curled up sore.

He rubbed his shoulders, raised his eyes, and looked at Yan Yibing: "What time is it?"

"It's past seven o'clock." After Yan Yibing answered, he touched the tip of his nose, his eyes fluttering: "You sent me back yesterday?"

Han Mo paused, raised his eyebrows: "Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

Yan Yibing suddenly opened his eyes wide, thinking, little friend, your words are very ambiguous!

It's like he's ruthless when he pulls out his X.

"I drank too much, I can't remember clearly, what's wrong?"

Han Mo lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It's nothing, you lost your card yesterday and sent you directly to my room. Later, I found it in the swimming pool and put it on the table for you."

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, tugged at the corner of his crumpled clothes, and said in a low voice, "Then what, thank you, I'll go back and take a shower first."

"En." Han Mo replied lightly.

Yan Yibing found his card from the table, put it in his pocket, pulled up his pants, grabbed his messy hair, and prepared to go out.

With his finger on the doorknob, he stopped, turned around and said hesitantly, "What really happened last night?"

Han Mo looked him up and down, and curled his lips: "What do you want to happen?"

Yan Yibing's ears burned from his stare, and he shook his head: "It's nothing."

Then he opened the door and went out quickly.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Yu Yan who was dragged up by Ding Luo to have breakfast.

Looking at each other, Yan Yibing froze, Yu Yan froze, only Ding Luo gasped and held his chest.

Yu Yan blinked, looked at Yan Yibing, and finally said in confusion: "Brother, if I remember correctly, this is Han Mo's room."

Yan Yibing's face was sullen, and he said with contempt on his face, "Brother, ass, Dad drank the drink yesterday, where are you heartless!"

Yu Yan was disgusted: "Who knew that you drank the broken piece, so angry early in the morning, and slept on the sofa all night?"

Yan Yibing was a little guilty about this, because he was not the one who slept on the sofa but the owner of this room, so he didn't want to entangle with Yu Yan: "Get up, I'm going back to take a shower."

Ding Luo's heart was beating wildly, his face was blushing, and he poked Yu Yan's chest: "What did you say they did last night?"

Yu Yan was puzzled: "What else can I do, could it be that the two drunks are replaying the game against the computer?"

Ding Luo murmured: "You boys can't get hard after drinking too much?"

Yu Yan felt that his self-esteem had been greatly challenged, and retorted: "I can, Gou Bing is getting old, it's probably not enough."

Ding Luo "cut": "Science tells me I can't."

Yu Yan: "Try?"

Ding Luo: "I didn't hear what you said."

When Yan Yibing went back to wash up, Han Mo didn't plan to sleep anymore.

He put the quilt back on the bed and looked at the empty sheets, feeling a little disappointed.

Immediately, he also went to take a shower, everything was ready, it was almost eight o'clock.

He drew his card and opened the door, and the room service staff was sorting out the empty rooms one by one.

The service on the cruise ship is good, as soon as the guest leaves and the light on the room turns red, someone will come in to help tidy up.

Han Mo deliberately walked over and said to the man: "Hello, the bed in 1107 doesn't need to be moved, and the sheets and quilts don't need to be changed, thank you."

The waiter was a little surprised, but also thankful that the workload was a little less: "Sir, don't you need to change it all day?"

Han Mo said lightly, "Well, I like the way it is now."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: I would have taken advantage last night if I had known earlier.