dissatisfied [e-sports]

The rooms on the cruise ship are not big, even for the top VIP room, the size of the room is used very carefully.

The bathroom is also not big. When Han Mo stepped in, there was a small bathtub that could only accommodate one person not far in front of him. The toilet was on the right and the sink was on the left.

He looked around, let out a breath, and stepped into the small bathtub.

With a wry smile, he took off the pants stuck to his body with difficulty, and there was still a lot of solidified fine sand on them.

Then he turned on the cold water and poured it over his head and face.

Han Mo supported the wall, while wiping the water on his face, he cooled the hottest place as quickly as possible.

The cold water instantly took away the heat from his body, and he shivered in shock.

But the sound insulation on the cruise ship is not good, there is only a door between the bathroom and the outside, and Yan Yibing is still outside the door.

This reality has always stimulated him, making it difficult for him to calm down quickly.

Finally, Han Mo gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and pinched hard.

The veins on his forehead tensed from the pain, and finally, he didn't have to lose his composure anymore.

Han Mo squeezed out shampoo and shower gel, hastily washed off the sea water and sand from his body, then took a towel from the bathroom shelf and tied it up.

He rolled up the dirty laundry and took it out of the bathroom.

As soon as the door was opened, Yan Yibing was squatting at the door, his hair was half dry and wet in front of his eyes.

His eyes dodged slightly, his eyelashes trembled violently, and his teeth were biting his lower lip, apparently still not relieved from the embarrassment just now.

If he didn't have a room card, he might have slipped away long ago.

Seeing Yan Yibing bit his lip, Han Mo suddenly felt a tenderness in his chest, as if the touch just now had returned.

It's not that he doesn't want Yan Yibing to bite him, it's that he can't control himself.

When the person he likes touches his body, he drank cold water for a long time and then pinched it hard to extinguish the fire.

Han Mo looked away, scratched his dripping hair, walked through the gap left by Yan Yibing, and threw the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

"You go take a shower."

Han Mo turned his back to Yan Yibing, bowed his waist, and reached for the hair dryer in the drawer.

When Yan Yibing raised his eyes, what he saw was Han Mo's clearly visible waist and the beautifully textured muscles on his back.

It's just that there are a few dark scratches on the beautiful muscles.

It's a scar that won't go away.

Maybe it was left from a fight with someone, or maybe it was accidentally dropped when I was a child.

But it wasn't ugly, the traces left by the years added a bit of over-mature and sharp color to Han Mo, who was only 19 years old.

"Lend me a dressing gown."

Yan Yibing stood up, stretched out his hand, and asked Guan Hanmo for something.

Holding the hair dryer, Han Mo stopped, and swept it away from the corner of his eye. Yan Yibing's palm was fair, and his fingers were beautiful and slender. Under the smudged sunlight, every place was worth savoring carefully.

Han Mo shook his head slightly, feeling a little dry again.

He quickly pointed to the closet: "Go and get it, I haven't used both."

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment.

It's still rude to look through someone else's closet, and it's easy to see things you shouldn't.

But since Han Mo agreed, he probably doesn't need to be hypocritical.

He walked over on the plush carpet, opened the closet, and saw two long nightgowns hanging beside a few lonely early summer clothes.

Sure enough, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, Han Mo's wardrobe is too simple.

Yan Yibing grabbed his nightgown, walked to the bathroom in two or three steps, opened the door and went in.

In the narrow bathroom, there is still lingering water vapor, and there is a faint smell of shower gel in the water vapor.

This is what Han Mo used just now.

Yan Yibing took off his diving suit, then wiped the splashed water droplets on the mirror with his hand, and glanced at the mirror.

Sure enough, his face was completely flushed, and Han Mo must have seen it too.

He sighed silently and patted his mouth.

Why did you kiss there!

If Han Mo were a woman, he would definitely sue him for sexual harassment.

Yan Yibing stepped into the bathtub in frustration, turned on the water, and was suddenly icy.

Why is it so cold!

He took it for granted that Han Mo must have adjusted the temperature after using it. Could it be that Han Mo washed it with cold water?

Yan Yibing adjusted the water temperature silently, letting the hot water wash over his whole body.

Actually, he shouldn't be taking a shower at this time, because he doesn't have any change of clothes, including...underpants inside.

But the sea water sticking to his body is really uncomfortable, and he can't wait for Xiao Nuo and the others to come back.

Let's talk after washing.

After Yan Yibing took a shower in Han Mo's bathroom, he put on a loose nightgown and tied it tightly around his waist.

It's a pity that no matter how tight the belt is, the inside is still a vacuum. If you don't pay attention to the belt loosening, the clothes will naturally spread out.

When he came out of the bathroom, Han Mo had already blown his hair and changed his clothes, and threw the used bath towels in the laundry basket.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, the tips of his hair were still dripping.

He raised his apricot eyes and looked at Han Mo, his beautiful back muscles had been covered by the cloth.

He seemed to be carrying only one pair of long trousers, which were dirty, so he had to change into baggy shorts.

Yan Yibing grabbed the diving suit and asked Han Mo: "Is it okay to let you here first, and I'll wash it when Xiao Nuo comes back."

Han Mo pushed the hair dryer forward, and said in a low voice, "Don't take it away, let's wash it together."

Clothes thrown into the laundry basket require room cleaning service by default, and each item costs five dollars, and will be dried and folded and sent back.

Yan Yibing threw the diving suit in, and five dollars was nothing to Han Mo.

Han Mo lowered his eyes, looked at the hair dryer, and said to Yan Yibing, "Blow it."

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously swept over his lips: "Yes."

He walked over uncomfortably, restraining himself from looking at Han Mo's chest.

Walking to the table, he picked up the hair dryer, lowered his head, and dried his hair.

His hair is long, but the hair is very thin and soft, not difficult to blow.

The hot wind buzzed for a while, Yan Yibing was almost blown, and put down the hair dryer.

The hair dryer has become scalding hot, and if you continue to use it, it's time to stop working.

He put his hand down, and the neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a small piece of fair skin on his chest.

Han Mo glanced over, and Yan Yibing subconsciously tightened his belt.

Han Mo raised his mobile phone: "Xiao Nuo and the others are eating barbecue by the sea, tell us to come over."

Yan Yibing leaned against the table, with one leg straightened and the other bent, and fiddled with his hair: "I... can't pass."

Han Mo understood.

After all, Yan Yibing was still wearing a nightgown.

"I don't want to go there either. Smokey Bai is taking a shower. Let's go to the cafeteria?"

The buffet restaurant on the cruise ship is very large, and it is open from six o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the night.

Asian and Italian favorites dominate, with occasional Colombian-style risotto and sauerkraut with knuckles.

Yan Yibing glanced to one side, and stretched his lower lip: "I won't go to the cafeteria either, let's wait for Xiao Nuo to come back."

Han Mo frowned: "Aren't you hungry?"

Yan Yibing said awkwardly, "I'm not wearing it."

Han Mo: "..."

Han Mo cursed in a low voice in his heart, and the evil fire that had just dissipated seemed to rise again.

His gaze became a little hot, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Yan Yibing's body.

Under the off-white fluffy nightgown, Yan Yibing was naked without any cover.

He only needs to lift up a layer of fabric to see all the secrets.

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help saying in a hoarse voice: "I want to do something, but I will probably regret it if I do it."

Yan Yibing looked at him inexplicably, and smiled with his lips curled up: "I won't do it if I regret it, what's the matter?"

After that, he stood up straight, the hem of the nightgown swung around his calf, and it was faintly visible above the knee.

Han Mo put his left hand on his right hand, and his right hand silently pinched the tiger's mouth.

The sudden pain restrained the desire that was about to become uncontrollable, Han Mo stood up: "I'll bring food back, what do you want?"

Yan Yibing was about to starve to death, so he was not polite: "A bowl of fruit yogurt with extra kiwi, a sandwich, and three slices of thick-cut beef."

"Ah."

Han Mo responded in a low voice, thought for a while, and handed his card to Yan Yibing: "Open the door for me later."

If he took the card away, all electrical appliances in the house would be cut off.

Yan Yibing took the card and held it in his hand: "Thank you."

Han Mo went out, lowering his head while walking to send a message to Xiao Nuo.

【Eat for a while, don't come back too early. 】

Xiao Nuo was still sitting on the simple pony tie, and was about to order the boss to pack a set of squid and clams to take home when he received a message from Han Mo.

Xiao Nuo: "?"

Yu Yan raised his eyes and asked, "Has Han Mo not come yet?"

Xiao Nuo: "I don't know, maybe there's something wrong, let me eat one more time, don't come back early."

Yu Yan looked at his watch: "Gou Bing didn't come here, is diving so fun?"

Chen Chi waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, let's just play around, we don't have many chances to go out."

Han Mo went downstairs three times to get all the meals.

Yan Yibing swallowed his saliva looking at the hot beef, and picked up a fork to eat without being polite to Han Mo.

Han Mo handed him a glass of lemonade: "Eat slowly."

Yan Yibing brushed back his broken hair, raised his chin, and took a sip of lemonade.

"Thank you."

When Yan Yibing sat down, his legs were wide open. Although the nightgown covered some of it, but Han Mo turned his face to one side, and could still touch the barrier closest to the secret.

Just lift it up a little bit, and...

Han Mo silently bit into a piece of buffalo cheese.

The skin of buffalo cheese is shiny and delicious, like a white and soft snowball.

After the teeth are bitten, a faint fragrance of fresh milk overflows, and it is elastic and smooth in the mouth, with a delicate taste.

Han Mo was absent-minded, gritted his teeth lightly, and ate slowly.

Yan Yibing was so absorbed in eating that he didn't even notice that the nightgown was opened to the edge of danger.

The embarrassing scene just now was briefly forgotten by him after taking a bath.

It's okay for two men to accidentally kiss each other.

Although the color of Han Mo's place is quite beautiful, and the reaction to stimulation is also great, it seems that he basically doesn't touch it at ordinary times.

For a meal, each eats his own mind.

Han Mo brought him a big bowl of fruit yogurt, and Yan Yibing couldn't eat the sandwich anymore.

He slowly scooped up the yogurt and fed it to his mouth, keeping his eyes on the time.

It's too slow for those people to eat a barbecue.

If he doesn't come back, is he going to take a nap in Han Mo's room?

Just as he was thinking, Liang Hefeng sent another message.

[Bing, have you finished your meal? Do you want to play a game? 】

Yan Yibing didn't avoid Han Mo either, the phone was placed on the table.

[I don't have the room card, I can't go back to the room, and I can't play now. 】

He didn't bother to explain why the room card wasn't on him, although Liang Hefeng might feel puzzled when he saw this sentence.

Sure enough, Liang Hefeng didn't ask, he mentioned another matter.

[Reply me on Weibo, Aite, you've been here for a long time. 】

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows and quickly opened Weibo.

He didn't pay special attention to Liang Hefeng, nor did he post a blog reminder, so Liang Hefeng's Aite was hidden in more than [-] message reminders.

He directly clicked on Liang Hefeng's Weibo, only to find that Liang Hefeng had posted his selfie with the words——

@电竞梁和风: My good brother went out to be cool, when will we have an appointment, it seems that we haven't traveled together since we dropped out of high school.

Because of this weibo with Yan Yibing's latest photo, Liang Hefeng's comments broke through [-] in an instant.

Several e-sports big V accounts reposted it, and the rest are comments from Zero fans.

【Ahhhhhhhh I'm dizzy, what kind of pure wet-haired boy is this! 】

[Who can believe that he is 25, he is only eighteen!It's my brother! 】

[It looks good when you smile, your eyes are so pretty, and your skin is white, I'm sore. 】

【Fuck, they really organized a group to go on a trip. I see that the members of AX and CNG have also posted travel photos! 】

[If you don't force live broadcast or training, you are doing this kind of thing!Dad is shaking and cold! 】

[East Asia Tournament!East Asia Tournament!East Asia Tournament!Don't stop! 】

......

Yan Yibing looked at Liang Hefeng's Weibo and felt a little cold in his heart.

This is his private photo, and he didn't intend to expose it at all. It was sent to Liang Hefeng out of trust.

Unexpectedly, Liang Hefeng posted it without notifying him.

He didn't want to speculate whether Liang Hefeng did it deliberately for heat or other purposes.

He cherished the friendship between classmates back then, and didn't want to cast a shadow over the relationship between the two.

It's just that now, he's still a little tired and exhausted. It's been more than an hour since he posted Weibo, and asking Liang Hefeng to delete it won't help.

Yan Yibing frowned and asked Liang Hefeng.

[Why did you post it? I took a random photo and didn't intend to expose it. 】

After a while, Liang Hefeng sent a voice message.

Yan Yibing looked sideways at Han Mo.

Han Mo's face was already very cold.

The Haagen-Dazs ice cream had melted aside, but he didn't eat it after one bite.

Yan Yibing remembered that when he first turned on his phone, Han Mo was still enjoying his meal.

But he looked away temporarily, and followed Kailiang Hefeng's voice.

Liang Hefeng's attitude was very good, and his tone was very soft, even a little flustered and guilty.

"Can't post it? I'm sorry Bing, I didn't think about it that much. I just recalled that when I went out to play together, I was a little emotional. Why don't I delete it."

Yan Yibing sighed.

back——

[Forget it, it's okay. 】

Maybe Liang Hefeng really didn't mean it.

They used to have carefree personalities, otherwise they couldn't be friends.

But when it comes to traveling, he really doesn't have any memories of Liang Hefeng.

Obviously, it was a unified summer camp organized by the school, and the whole class went there together, so it is also the memory of the whole class to remember.

Private tours, which he had only been with his parents before.

Han Mo stood up and said softly, "I'm full."

After that, he pushed away the chair, lay down on the bed, and played with his mobile phone silently.

Yan Yibing turned his head and looked at him.

Han Mo was losing his temper again, as if whenever he came into contact with Liang Hefeng, Han Mo would lose his temper.

Is Liang Hefeng's mother's shadow so big that Han Mo hates it so much?

After all, he is a 19-year-old child, so it makes sense to be emotional.

As a former master, he had to enlighten and enlighten to some extent.

Yan Yibing walked over, sat beside Han Mo, and pushed his leg.

"What are you angry about?"

Han Mo was silent for a while, then snorted lightly: "It's been more than an hour since people posted your photo, and you haven't noticed it, the drainage effect is really good."

He casually checked, Liang Hefeng's fans rose by [-] in this hour.

Yan Yibing just wanted him to stop doing this, but on second thought, he probably would irritate Han Mo again.

So he swallowed the words back, and said in a low voice: "How did I find out? I haven't clicked on Weibo message reminders, and I haven't set special attention for him, and Weibo won't pop up notifications."

Han Mo fell silent.

We have been friends for more than ten years and have played together since we were very young.

With so many memories, how could he compare them.

Yan Yibing's defense of Liang Hefeng is understandable, anyway, he has never been very important.The drunk talk last night was like a dream.

Han Mo felt awkward and couldn't say it out, so he simply posted a Weibo, Aite Yan Yi Bing.

[@Prince-Hanmo: Why do you think I'm angry? @Zero-Yan Yibing]

Yan Yibing was just going to persuade Han Mo not to be so angry with the mentality of someone who has been there.

Before he could say anything, the phone rang clearly.

He frowned, reached for the phone, and glanced at it.

A special attention reminder popped up on the screen.

Holding the phone, he turned his face to look at Han Mo, and asked inexplicably, "Will the fans tear us apart when we quarrel?"

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Oh, my wife set a special reminder for me.