dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing's mind went blank for more than ten seconds.

The touch on his lips was clearly visible, and his chest was like a ticking time bomb. The moment he realized what had happened, he felt shy, nervous, angry, astonished, confused, and entangled. All emotions were mixed together and suddenly exploded. fall apart.

He just felt dizzy, and then a hot current hotter than magma enveloped him, his whole body heated up rapidly, his teeth chattered, and his eyelashes trembled rapidly due to excitement.

He returns to reality, then, unable to face reality.

"Drink too much, you!"

Yan Yibing was still imprisoned by Han Mo's arms, he cursed angrily, and raised his hand to push Han Mo.

But Han Mo, who was drunk, was so strong that he didn't push him away.

With this distance and this movement, Han Mo might press over him at any time and kiss him again, but he didn't even have a space to hide.

Yan Yibing felt that his world view was about to collapse.

"I must have drunk too much." Han Mo looked at him, muttering earnestly, but still couldn't help licking his lips, as if reminiscing the taste of Yan Yi Bing's lips.

Yan Yibing was almost dizzy with anger: "Don't think you can explain this kind of nonsense after drinking too much!"

He is also a man himself, and he knows best that men like to shirk their responsibilities by drinking too much.

This fucking can't be easily denied.

The action just now did not treat him as a master or a friendly colleague at all.

"I dare not kiss you until I drink too much, so I must have drunk too much."

Han Mo's eyes drooped slightly, his fingers clenched into fists, and the smell of alcohol and lemon shampoo wafted wantonly.

Maybe it should be called hormones.

Facing the person you like, you don't want to be depressed. Every cell in your body is expressing your desire for the person in front of you and releasing the message of courtship.

I want to hug him, grab his narrow and flexible waist, press against his chest covered by the thin fabric, bite his lips recklessly, poke into his mouth, and taste his taste.

I want to see his apricot eyes trembling and weeping, and I want to see his soft hair messy and tangled.

I want to bite the thin skin on his collarbone, and leave a reddish mark that will not fade away.

I want him to like me.

Yan Yibing couldn't stand the word kiss.

He has lived for so many years, and has also received many small love letters from girls, but by accident, a relationship has not been negotiated.

Except for his cousin and his mother, he has never even held a girl's hand, let alone kissed it.

But today, his once most promising heir, the apprentice he taught wholeheartedly, his powerful enemy in the professional arena, and Han Mo, whom he feels guilty and distressed, actually treat him like a man treats a woman.

Yan Yibing took two quick breaths, shrank back in shame, and slipped out from under Han Mo's arm.

After getting free, he bit his lower lip and kicked with his leg raised.

When Yan Yibing disciplined Han Mo before, he saw that he was not playing well in the game, so he kicked him a lot.

But that was just a joke, touching the calf is harmless.

This time, it was really hard.

But he didn't meet Han Mo.

As soon as Han Mo raised his hand, he somehow grabbed his ankle.

It just so happened that the best place to grab his whole leg was the ankle with little flesh.

Moreover, his strength was suddenly blocked, and the inertia led him to sway to the left.

Yan Yibing jumped on the spot twice in embarrassment, almost falling down.

"Master, this is the result of your lack of exercise habits."

Han Mo tilted his head, his broken hair fell slightly, and his expression seemed to be a little regretful.

It wasn't that he deliberately mocked Yan Yi Bing, but that he drank too much wine, and his emotional expression was very simple.

He really felt that Yan Yibing's feet were slow and easy to be guarded against.

Yan Yibing blushed, "Release!"

If he didn't let go, he would just sit down on the ground, even more embarrassing.

Han Mo let go of his hand obediently, and slowly opened and closed his eyelids: "Kick it if you want, I won't block it."

Yan Yibing really couldn't kick anymore.

He didn't come to punch sandbags.

The momentum of this thing is still there the first time, but the second time it is embarrassing.

He pointed to Han Mo's nose, and the back of his hand was red with excitement: "Are you feeling sick and crazy? You know that I am your master. If you want to indulge your desires to relieve your worries, go outside and look for chickens!"

Han Mo's eyes were deep and dark, filled with the mist of being troubled by alcohol.

"I'm not looking for chickens. I like you. I like you the first time I see you. I just want to kiss and hug you and go to bed with you."

Yan Yibing felt his head was going to explode, and Han Mo's words undoubtedly poured gasoline on the anger in his heart.

"Hold!"

He still kicked Han Mo angrily.

Avoiding the hands, waist, and knees, kicking on the thighs that do not affect the game.

This time, it must be blue.

Han Mo did not hide, but frowned slightly.

Yan Yibing started to get angry with himself again.

He was about to explode, and he was still thinking about not hurting Han Mo's dinner guy.

He is really sicker than Han Mo.

After kicking, he was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent. He turned around, came to the door, unlocked it, kicked it fiercely, and walked away.

The electronic gate of the villa is equipped with an alarm system. If someone violently disassembles it, a warning will be issued and it will be reported to the community property.

A shrill bell rang behind him.

Yan Yibing frowned irritably, plugged his ears, and strode into the grove.

At night, the neighborhood is quiet and warm, with cool breeze blowing, and dark green branches spreading in an orderly manner.

He stepped on the cobblestone road and rubbed his face hard.

He didn't go straight home.

His current state can definitely be seen by his parents.

This is his own business, and he doesn't want his parents to worry.

The point is that he can't say it, because this matter is too deviant and shameful.

In the eyes of his parents, Han Mo is also his junior, his apprentice.

Now his apprentice said he wanted to sleep with him.

Go fuck it!

Yan Yibing wandered around the path deep in the greenery without a clue, sometimes there were street lights, sometimes there were no street lights.

At any moment he would be scraped by a nearby branch, or hit on the head by a thicker branch.

After turning around and around, smelling enough fresh air and blowing more wind, he finally calmed down a little bit.

He couldn't help but recall the pornographic film he watched in the Hakone Mountain Hotel.

It's also two guys, no breasts, no buttocks, but they are so hot together.

And because the acting skills of the one being raped were not good, although Yan Yibing wanted to show the panic of being forced, Yan Yibing could clearly feel that he was comfortable and skilled and enjoyed it.

Two men, how is it possible!

He also remembered that during his travels, he slept in Han Mo's bed, wore Han Mo's nightgown, used Han Mo's shower room, and was carried out of the hot spring naked by Han Mo.

Before today, he thought it was brotherhood.

But after today, he couldn't look directly at the various pictures in his memory.

He doesn't understand.

Shouldn't Han Mo hate him, why did he like him again?

There are many mosquitoes outdoors, and the bushes are even more mosquito habitats.

Yan Yibing turned around a few times, and was bitten several times by mosquitoes, one of which bit him on the neck in disgust.

He couldn't stay outside, so he had to go home.

It took only two steps before I remembered that the box containing the shredded taro was still at Han Mo's place.

He didn't feel sorry for a broken plastic box.

But his mother often used those plastic boxes to pack the dumplings and steamed buns made by the aunt at home to eat at school.

He left the box there, the mother is sure to ask.

Yan Yibing sighed, resigned to his fate and walked to Han Mo's house.

He thought about it.

He took the box and left without saying a word. As for Han Mo, he can do whatever he wants.

With his pockets in his pocket, Yan Yibing walked to Han Mo's door with a cold face.

The door still looked like he had kicked it open, but it stopped ringing. The door was ajar, and a weak light leaked out, illuminating the small area on the doorstep.

With the door open like this, mosquitoes can probably eat people.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, opened the door indifferently, and stepped into Han Mo's house.

He remembered that the candied taro was dropped on the ground by him.

When Han Mo kissed him, he was so shocked that the box dropped as soon as he let go, probably knocked over.

But when he looked for the box, he stopped.

Han Mo sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, bent his right knee, crossed his left leg, buried his head, and quietly ate the messy shredded taro.

The taro is already cold, and the sugar shreds are all solidified on it. The sugar content is uneven, some are too sweet, and some are tasteless.

But he doesn't care.

There were traces of taro overturned on the ground, and the intact and beautiful pieces were smashed into flat mud, but Han Mo ate it into his mouth bit by bit like a delicacy.

The light was dim, and his shadow was cast on the wall, occupying only a square inch.

In the huge villa, there are all forgotten spaces.

And Han Mo, like a lonely abandoned wolf dog, without chopsticks, sitting in the corner eating the overturned food.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yibing felt angry and sour.

Why did Han Mo look even more pitiful?

He was obviously taken away by a man for his first kiss, but he was the one who was raped by his apprentice and below!

Han Mo stopped chewing, raised his eyes, and looked at Yan Yibing in surprise but couldn't hide his surprise.

He moved his lips and asked in a low voice, "Did you not kick enough?"

Even though he was looking forward to Yan Yibing's return because he was willing to accept his feelings.

But this is definitely impossible, so he rationally asked the only reason he could think of.

Yan Yi Bing said in his heart, yes, I wish I could kick you to death.

I was really unlucky to have this happen to me.

He pointed to the box in Han Mo's hand, and said in a bad tone, "Eat it quickly, return the box to me!"

"What's going on! What's going on!"

On the avenue outside the door, there was the sound of security guards running and shouting.

Holding bright flashlights and pagers, the two rushed to Han Mo's door quickly.

Seeing that the door was not closed, the security guard thought it was robbed.

Thieves are really blatant enough to break into a door violently and even dare to turn on the lights.

They picked up their sticks and rushed through the door quickly from left to right.

"Don't move! Squat down!"

Yan Yibing was startled, turned around, frowned and looked at the two security guards.

"What are you doing?"

The security guard looked familiar to Yan Yibing.

Residents in this high-end community are very fixed, and most of them will not rent out, so they all know the heads of households who come and go frequently.

The security guard paused, and asked hesitantly: "Someone broke into the door violently, and the police were called automatically. What's going on with you? Did you lose something?"

He looked around Han Mo's house, it was empty, except for a sofa and a coffee table, there was nothing there, as if he had been robbed.

Yan Yibing's temper couldn't get any better, he drooped his eyes and said in a low voice impatiently: "I kicked it, I didn't lose anything."

The security guard pointed a flashlight at Yan Yibing suspiciously: "Why did you kick the door? Are you the head of the household?"

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo who was leaning against the wall, and said irritably, "I'm happy."

Han Mo pushed himself on the ground, stood up, leaning his back against the wall, the sudden movement dazzled him, and his body shook a little.

He explained peacefully: "I bullied him, and he vented and caused you trouble."

Seeing a false alarm, the security guard was also a little displeased.

They ran from the lounge in a hurry, thinking that something serious had happened, but they didn't expect it to be two young people quarreling.

"Don't knock on the door in the future. If there's nothing wrong, the owner group will notify us, so we won't come here."

The two left with sticks in hand, and closed the door for them kindly.

Han Mo walked over and handed the plastic box to Yan Yibing.

Before he could fully extend his hand, Yan Yibing grabbed it rudely, and the thin edge of the box crushed Han Mo's fingertips hard.

Han Mo stopped his hand, his fingertips turned red quickly.

Yan Yibing paused, subconsciously looked at Han Mo's hand, with a flustered expression.

As a top player in this industry, he knows the importance of an e-sports player's fingers better than anyone else.

No matter how serious the estrangement was before him, he was the first to care about Han Mo's hand.

But Han Mo didn't care.

He whispered: "Delicious."

Seeing that his hands were fine, Yan Yibing felt relieved, and snorted coldly with a sullen face: "It all fell to the ground, what a treat!"

Han Mo's eyelids trembled slightly, he pursed his lower lip, and murmured softly, "I like whatever you give."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: You too, delicious.

Yan Yibing: Get lost.