dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing stared at the box of cooling ointment with downcast eyes, feeling complicated.

When did this person prepare this thing.

Could it be that he guessed last night that he would be wandering outside?

Yan Yibing moved his lips, and said calmly, "You go out first, I want it convenient."

He didn't pick up Han Mo's box of cooling ointment, the itching was tolerable, and he could buy it on the way back to the club after the meeting.

Han Mo withdrew his hand, pulled his lips, and said lazily, "Why can't I come for convenience?"

He spoke slowly, but he just stood still.

Yan Yibing's ear bones started to heat up again, he turned his head, the tip of his tongue ruthlessly ran over his lower lip, he didn't want to walk or not.

Han Mo glanced down vaguely, and said seriously: "Master, I've seen everything I need to see. It's not good for a man to hold back for a long time."

Yan Yibing's face became hotter.

He knew it was the time he got dizzy in the hot spring pool.

In his life, he had never been chased so shamelessly.

Han Mo is different from those reserved little girls who call him a male god, Han Mo is not!want!Face!

Yan Yibing just wanted to ask the sky and the earth, why did such a good and indifferent boy become what he is today?

"It's fine whether I hold it in or not, I can't go up."

Yan Yibing took out a piece of absorbent paper, wiped his hands, threw the paper ball into the trash can, unscrewed the door lock, and stepped out the door.

"Oh." Han Mo raised his eyebrows and followed him out.

Yan Yibing stopped in his tracks and gasped for breath: "Didn't you want to make things convenient?"

"You really can't tell that I did it on purpose?" Han Mo pretended to be surprised.

Yan Yibing: "..."

Of course he knew that Han Mo did it on purpose. Normal people would always find a reason to explain when they were questioned like this.

But Han Mo didn't, Han Mo himself wasn't embarrassed, it was him who was embarrassed.

Yan Yibing nodded: "It is suggested that Captain Han should put his mind on other things, it is impossible for me to like men."

Han Mo stared at him intently, and put his hands in his pockets. After a while, he smiled casually, and murmured softly, "It would be great if it could be used elsewhere."

Yan Yibing really wanted convenience.

The cup of coffee he drank worked, the caffeine stimulated the bladder to contract, and he couldn't help it.

Anyway, Han Mo didn't go either.

Yan Yibing paused for two seconds, then suddenly turned around and walked back. Before Han Mo had time to react, he quickly locked the bathroom door and shut Han Mo out.

Han Mo blinked.

In fact, it's not because he didn't react, it's because he really didn't want Yan Yibing to hold back.

He couldn't help laughing, walked over, took out the small box of cooling ointment, and put it on the handle of the bathroom door.

As long as Yan Yibing pulls the door, this thing will fall down, and it won't go unnoticed.

Then, Han Mo glanced at the crack of the door with some regret, turned around and went back.

Back in the conference room, Yu Yan raised his eyes: "What's the problem with you two, have you provoked him again?"

Han Mo drooped his eyes and said unclearly, "How can I mess with him."

After all, he took the bottle of water that Yan Yibing had thrown at him and put it in his backpack.

Chen Chi rubbed his stomach and stood up: "Hey, it looks like he didn't sleep well, the young master got up very angry, okay, I'll go to the toilet too, and give him a smooth hair."

Han Mo suggested friendlyly: "Don't go, he locked the bathroom door, you can't get in."

Chen Chi: "...what's wrong?"

Lu Jianghe: "I now believe that men also have menstrual periods, so we have nothing to do, right?"

Yu Yan looked at Han Mo suspiciously: "You really didn't recruit him?"

Han Mo leaned against the table and sat on the side, fingering the cigarette case: "What do you think?"

Yu Yan frowned: "Gou Bing is pure-hearted. He has offended you before, but you have offended him too. I know you don't want to cooperate with him, but this is a request from above, and you can't just refuse it."

Han Mo said casually: "Who said I don't want to cooperate with him."

Yu Yan raised his eyebrows.

Lu Jianghe also opened his eyes wide in surprise.

But before they could say anything more, Yan Yibing wiped his hands and came back.

He regained his mood, and his complexion was not so bad. When he came back, he pursed his lips first: "I was in a bad temper just now, I'm sorry."

Yu Yan: "Come on, you're not like this on the first day."

Chen Chi waved his hand: "It's nothing to say, hurry up and finalize the four hours of practice time, my club still has something to do."

Yan Yibing nodded.

They are too familiar, there is no need to engage in such hypocrisy.

"I can do whatever I want, don't be too early, you might not get up."

Yu Yan: "From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. or from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., coordinate at any time according to special circumstances, and go back to each home after practice."

Chen Chi: "Okay, I'll go back and explain."

Yan Yibing: "No comment."

Han Mo: "Yes."

After deciding on a good time, they are not willing to stay in the Union Building for too long.

Yu Yan and Yan Yibing squeezed into a car, took a taxi and left.

Soon, Chen Chi's car also arrived, and he glanced at Han Mo: "Aren't you leaving?"

Han Mo: "Let's go."

After everyone left, he went back to the bathroom upstairs.

The box of cooling ointment on the gate is gone, and neither is it on the ground.

He looked at the nearest trash can, which was also clean.

He lowered his head, smiled, and opened the taxi app.

When Yan Yibing returned to the club, his mind was still in a mess.

Sun Tianjiao dragged him to ask about the arrangement over there, Yan Yibing said briefly, but without saying a word, Sun Tianjiao was sent away on the grounds of practicing pressure and robbing.

In the training room, Song Tang and Xu Rui were chatting.

Their computer screens were turned on, displaying the successful interface of eating chicken.

Song Tang turned his back to Yan Yibing, and was sighing: "I really don't understand the little girl now, what do you like?"

Seeing Yan Yibing, Xu Rui raised his head: "Captain."

He casually threw a small cake to Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing didn't eat and was starving.

He took it, tore off the wrapping paper, and asked, "What little girl?"

Song Tang turned around with a wrinkled face, extremely disgusted: "My sister, I bought a bunch of novels. I want to read them when I have nothing to do. After all, I haven't read fantasy for several years. I want to find some memories. The result In it, it's not about cultivating immortality and becoming a god at all. The male lead went out with his master. It's true. There's even meat. Fuck, my eyeballs are about to fall off. I criticize her for being young at a young age. Fuck it, she beat me up!"

Yan Yibing was about to stuff the cake into his mouth, but when he heard Song Tang's words, his hand shook, and the cake rolled to the ground.

Yan Yibing: "..."

Xu Rui took pleasure in other's misfortune: "Look, you scare the captain. The captain has brought a lot of young trainees."

Song Tang smiled apologetically, "Her one is Xianxia, ​​it's different, and it's particularly ugly."

Yan Yibing picked up the little cake with a blank expression, and tore off the dirty part: "Nowadays books can really write nonsense, what are men doing with men?"

Xu Rui contended to be a master of science popularization, tsk tsk: "Captain, you don't know this? A man... he also has holes, that's the one, you understand."

Yan Yibing looked at the cake in his hand and couldn't eat it anymore.

With a cold face, he reprimanded: "You know a fart! Less chatting during training, is it enough!"

Xu Rui stuck out his tongue and lowered his head.

He didn't know which sentence offended Yan Yi Bing, but it could be seen that the captain had a lot of complaints about the master and apprentice getting together.

After Yan Yibing finished yelling, he paused, a little discouraged.

It's really not suitable for him to come out to meet people today.

He didn't sleep, he was nervous and had a bad temper, and he was about to offend the people around him.

So he didn't train and went straight back to his room.

He sat on the bed, took off his shirt, and began to apply medicine to the mosquito pack on his body.

The cold ointment with a strong taste spread on the skin, and the itching disappeared quickly.

I have to say that Han Mo's stuff is quite useful.

It's not that he's standing up and down, but this box of things must have been thrown away by the cleaners.

Stuff is innocent and he doesn't want to waste it.

Yan Yibing's fingertips were rubbing his neck, but his brain couldn't help but think of the scene last night.

It's not bad for him to think about it.

It was his first kiss, and no one could easily forget it.

When Han Mo approached, he had no way of avoiding it, because it was so sudden that Han Mo's lips touched him, and there was still a sweet taste of sugar at the corner of his mouth.

When people get close suddenly, the smell will be particularly strong, alcohol, lemon fragrance, and the unique smell of teenagers.

Impressive.

For the first time, he felt the rush of adrenaline, the feeling that his brain was instantly congested and he couldn't breathe.

That is the stimulation of walking on the tightrope of taboos and breaking the rules of ethics.

Yan Yibing raised his hand and touched the place Han Mo had kissed.

He shook his head again, lying on the bed restlessly, with his upper body naked, and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but when he opened his eyes the next day, the sky was still dark.

He struggled to sit up, but his whole body seemed to lose all strength, and he couldn't exert any strength.

The temples swelled and throbbed, and the mouth felt dry and sore.

He pursed his lower lip, and suddenly felt a slight dull pain in the base of his ear.

It's as if the masseter muscles are glued together and won't work.

Yan Yibing pressed the base of his ears, and a layer of watery light gathered in his eyes.

He touched the phone, stared at the time displayed on the screen, and stared blankly for a long time.

He actually slept all day?

On the mobile phone, news from all sides almost exploded WeChat.

There are Sun Tianjiao's, team member's, Yu Yan's, and Liang Hefeng's.

Liang Hefeng sent several 60-second speeches, but Yan Yibing was not in the mood to listen for the time being.

He glanced at Yu Yan's message.

Yu Yan asked him if he wanted to have a meal together.

Yan Yibing looked at the time, the news about Yu Yan was already an hour ago.

Yu Yan also made a few phone calls, but he didn't receive them.Sun Tianjiao sent him a contract, and then asked him cautiously if he had gone out.

Yan Yibing replied to Sun Tianjiao first: "I didn't go out, I slept over."

He said to Song Tang and the others: "I've slept through, you practice first."

Finally told Yu Yan: "I didn't eat at night, so I saw it."

Liang Hefeng spoke too much, he hesitated for a moment, suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and didn't want to look at the phone screen anymore.

Yan Yibing struggled to sit up, his eyes darkened.

He touched his forehead, and it didn't seem to feel hot either.

But there must be something wrong with my body, otherwise I couldn't be so uncomfortable.

He contacted the team doctor in the club's work group and asked the team doctor to come and show him.

After a while, the team doctor rushed over with a medicine box, and said in a panic, "Ice God, what's wrong with you?"

Professional players are most afraid of getting sick on the eve of the game. If they are sick, they will not be able to play well, and it will affect a series of sponsorships.

Yan Yibing: "I don't think I have a fever, but I have no strength in my body, my head is a little heavy, and the base of my ears is a little swollen and sore."

The team doctor frowned and took out the thermometer to measure the temperature.

"It's already 38 degrees, why don't you burn it?"

Yan Yibing sighed slightly.

Afraid of what to come.

How could he have a fever at a critical moment.

The team doctor turned his face again and looked behind his ears.

The soft earlobe was a little red from the pressure, and there were marks of folds of the pillow cover on it. The outline of the ear bone was round and beautiful, and it was thinly exposed under the light, showing a trance and transparency.

Behind the earlobe, it seems to be a little swollen.

The team doctor pressed the soft skin, Yan Yibing frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts."

The team doctor said seriously: "Ice God, I suspect it is mumps. The incubation period of this disease is about a week. You must have been infected at some point."

"Mumps?" Yan Yibing squinted and murmured.

The team doctor nodded and put on a mask by the way: "I suggest you go to the hospital for an examination to confirm the diagnosis. If it is, mumps is contagious, and you have to go home to recuperate."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Is it contagious?"

Team doctor: "Of course it's great. Generally, one person in a school gets it, and it spreads to the surrounding classes."

Yan Yibing quickly covered his mouth and nose with the quilt, for fear of infecting the team doctor.

The team doctor helped him to pull off the quilt: "Most of the disease is caused by children below the age. Adults have a perfect immune system, so it is not easy to be recruited. Moreover, I had it when I was a child, and I have been immune for life. Don't worry."

Yan Yibing's eyes trembled, and he opened his mouth. The pulling feeling was too obvious, and it hurt when he tried hard.

"I'm already 25, how can I be infected?"

Team doctor: "Irregular work and rest, endocrine disorders, maybe the resistance is too weak."

Yan Yibing frowned: "I didn't infect the people in the club, did I?"

Team doctor: "It will take eight days to find out, but they are all adults, and you haven't eaten in the cafeteria recently, normally you wouldn't, but I have to give them some anti-virus medicine."

Yan Yibing covered his ears, his almond-shaped eyes were drooping, and the end of his eyes were red from the burn.

His voice suddenly became very small, and he asked vaguely: "Then... if you are very close to an adult, is it easy to contagious?"

The team doctor didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "What did you say?"

Yan Yibing was hot all over, his lips were tense, he paused for a few seconds, then closed his eyes: "If I accidentally kiss someone, will that person get it?"

Team doctor: "..."

How should you react when you suddenly know that the captain is in love?

It's been 25 years since I was a solo mother. I finally have a girl I like. Congratulations.

But in the current situation, it seems inappropriate to say Congratulations.

Yan Yibing: "..."

He didn't know what mood he was in, but he wanted to beat Han Mo to death even more.

If because of that kiss, Han Mo was accidentally uploaded, and the two of them were absent from the East Asian competition training, the chairman would probably explode.

Team doctor: "It stands to reason... But this kind of thing is not logical. You should let the girl go for a blood test. If there is no reaction now, take some medicine and take an anti-antibody."

Yan Yi Bingsheng had nothing to love, and said in a low voice, "How long will it take?"

Team doctor: "There is no specific antiviral treatment for this disease. Just rest in bed and wait for the fever to subside. It will be cured in about a week."

"Okay, you can tell them, let them pay attention, and let the cleaner disinfect it, I'll go home first." Yan Yibing didn't dare to stay in the team anymore.

He was afraid that if he stayed for a long time, the virus would accumulate a lot, and it would really infect people.

It also happened that today his father was on a business trip and took his mother to play, and he and his aunt who occasionally came to take care of him were the only ones left at home.

Team doctor: "We still have to reduce the fever and take antipyretics. If the fever returns quickly, it is best to reduce the temperature physically. This disease is a bit uncomfortable. You will probably only be able to eat liquid food in the next few days."

Yan Yibing rested his head, took a few deep breaths, stroked his disheveled hair, and murmured: "Okay."

Team doctor: "Why don't I accompany you, I'm afraid something will happen to you alone."

Yan Yibing waved his hand: "Go and rest, it's only 38 degrees, I'm not that useless."

He stood up, feeling weak in his legs and light-headed.

But in order not to trouble others, he still pretended to be nonchalant and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

You can feel how hot your body is when your fingers touch the cold water.

The cold water took away the heat, and he was much more awake.

Yan Yibing put on a new dress and took out a coat to wrap around his body.

Don't look at him with a fever, but when he got out of bed, he became cold instead.

He called Yu Yan.

Yan Yibing wrinkled his nose: "Son, Dad may not be able to go to training today."

Yu Yan: "The few of us are eating, tell Dad what's wrong?"

Yan Yibing: "Dad has a fever. The team doctor said it was mumps. I don't know. I might go to the hospital for a blood test. I met you yesterday. You should drink some Banlangen. It seems contagious."

Yu Yan clicked his tongue: "Is it serious?"

Yan Yibing: "The team doctor said that adults are not easy to be infected, it should not be particularly serious, if the resistance is good."

Yu Yan: "I asked you if you have a serious fever. Dad loves to exercise and has always been in good health."

Yan Yibing: "Well... 38 degrees, it will be fine if you stay at home for a few days, but please practice first, sorry."

The phone rang, and it was the sound of a chair being pushed away.

Yu Yan picked up his clothes and said briefly, "Wait for me, I'll go see you."

Yan Yibing quickly refused: "Don't, don't, they say it's contagious. Ding Luo doesn't have to be in good health. Don't bring the virus back. Besides, there are people in my family, so I don't need you."

Yu Yan frowned: "You don't have any common sense, okay?"

Yan Yibing: "You just don't have any common sense, don't talk about it, just eat."

Although Yu Yan was a little worried, he knew that Yan Yibing's parents were nearby, so he didn't insist on going there.

After Yan Yibing finished calling Yu Yan, with a cold face, he dialed Han Mo's number.

The phone rang twice, and Han Mo answered it.

Han Mo said in a deep voice, "I heard what you told Yu Shen just now."

Yan Yibing was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Come out and go for a blood test."

Han Mo smiled, as if he didn't care about the disease: "Why, are you afraid I'll get it?"

Yan Yibing: "You know it's very contagious, don't you forget what you did?"

Han Mo bent his eyes and lowered his voice: "Did I kiss you? I haven't forgotten." Yan Yibing: "...Then go for a blood test!"

Shameless people are indeed invincible.

Han Mo smiled lowly: "Okay, I'll find you later."

Yan Yibing objected: "Don't come, go for the blood test yourself."

Han Mo lowered his eyes, leaned against the window, turned his back to everyone, and said softly, "I don't want to go to the hospital alone."

He went to the hospital by himself too many times, busy before and after, seeing all the parting and pain.

There are so many people in the hospital, no one's pain can be shared.

Everyone is busy with their own business, everyone is pitiful, and no one has time to share sympathy.

He, too, has no one to share with.

He doesn't like the smell of the hospital.

The smell of smoke, the smell of disinfectant, the outside smell brought by different people's clothes, and the smell of sunlight shining on the cement floor in the ward.

These fragments, together with a long memory, were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Yan Yibing was silent for a while: "Nanhua Hospital."

It was the third-class hospital closest to his home, and it was not very famous in Shanghai, so there were relatively few people there.

Han Mo: "Well, wear more clothes."

Yan Yibing didn't respond and hung up the phone.

Han Mo returned to the dining table and picked up his clothes: "I'll go out for a while, you guys eat, maybe I won't be able to train tonight."

Chen Chi frowned: "What's the matter with you?"

Han Mo didn't hide anything: "Look at my master."

Yu Yan sighed, and put his chopsticks on the table: "I just said, he won't let me go, this stuff is contagious."

Han Mo chuckled: "I had it when I was ten years old, and the doctor said that I would be immune for life, so I'll be fine."

Yu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, okay, help me see how he is, and tell me if he is particularly uncomfortable."

Han Mo: "Don't worry about it, I'm here."

Chen Chi was curious: "Aren't you two rivals? When did you become so good?"

Han Mo put on his clothes and said meaningfully: "After all, he is still my master."

Chen Chi was a little relieved when he heard that: "It's fine if you don't forget."

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky is not yet completely dark, the sky is the color of deep sea water, the moon is on the tip of the mountain, and the stars hang quietly in the sky.

Wearing a mask, Yan Yibing arrived at Nanhua Hospital by car, and bumped into Han Mo at the entrance of the lobby.

Han Mo arrived earlier than him, wearing a gray sportswear with thin white short sleeves inside.

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes when he saw Han Mo.

He was burning badly, and he was really lacking in energy, and he didn't even have the strength to stare at others.

There are people coming and going in the hospital, and a small circle of people is still crowded at the guidance desk.

He looked around blankly, not knowing where to register.

He seldom went to the hospital. Occasionally, he would take some medicine at home when he had a fever and a cold. If it was a little serious, his mother would take him to the university hospital.

The university hospital of F University is of a very high level, there are often substitute professors who come to see the doctor, plus his mother is an employee of the school, so it is very convenient to do things.

He has never been through this series of processes by himself.

Han Mo walked up to him, raising his hand to touch his forehead.

Yan Yibing tilted his head and avoided it.

He only had one pair of eyes exposed, and after glancing at Han Mo, he turned his head and didn't speak.

He had a fever, and there were physiological tears in his eyes, which were watery, and there was really no deterrent effect.

But Yan Yibing also knew that Han Mo was not afraid of him, if he was not worried that he would infect Han Mo, he would not want to see Han Mo after work.

Han Mo was not angry, and said softly: "Give me your ID card, I'll go to register, you sit and wait for me."

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, took out his ID card from his pocket, and handed it to Han Mo.

Han Mo went to the window to register skillfully, Yan Yibing looked at his back, and couldn't stop thinking, there should be no virus on his ID card.

After waiting for 10 minutes, Han Mo finished the call and came to call him.

"The blood was collected on the second floor, and the result came out in half an hour. I will help you."

Yan Yibing took back his ID card and said in a low voice, "No need."

Han Mo nodded thoughtfully, followed him, and walked upstairs silently.

Yan Yibing stood at the window, looking at the thin, silvery needles, a little dazzled.

He is afraid of pain.

Even more afraid of the feeling of being pierced.

But since I was a child, I have always been unable to avoid various injections, and as a man, it is too hypocritical to say that I am afraid, not to mention that the doctor who draws blood is a girl.

"Clench your fists and stretch forward a little."

Yan Yibing stretched his arms, gritted his teeth nervously, and turned his face away.

He hadn't had a needle for so long that he forgot what it felt like.

His skin was fair, his blood vessels were shallow, and he was easy to find. The doctor skillfully wiped the alcohol cotton ball on him, and his arms were cold.

Yan Yibing kept swallowing, waiting for the stab.

"Master, your arms are really white." Han Mo suddenly said, with a bit of inexplicable ambiguity in his voice.

Yan Yibing was attracted by him, raised his eyes, and angrily scolded the little beast in his heart.

But at this moment, the needle went in.

The doctor took the blood skillfully and said to him, "It's all right."

Yan Yibing didn't even have time to ruminate about the pain.

He was startled, and found that Han Mo had recovered his cold expression, and he stopped teasing him.

So it was just to... help him divert attention?

The next one is Han Mo.

He quickly took off half of his sleeves and stretched his arms over.

Then the blood was taken from the eye without blinking, as if nothing happened.

He knew that he would not be infected, so the blood collection was just to accompany Yan Yibing.

In a hospital, it is very lonely without someone to accompany you.

Next, the two sat on chairs and waited.

Yan Yibing felt uncomfortable, half leaning on the chair, with the clothes covering his body in vain, eyes closed, drowsy.

Han Mo fiddled with his phone, looking at Moments.

He wanted Yan Yibing to rest his shoulders, but Yan Yibing desperately refused.

Half an hour later, the test results came out. Yan Yibing was indeed infected with mumps, but Han Mo was not.

Yan Yibing immediately distanced himself from him, and said in a low voice, "You're fine, you can go back."

Han Mo's eyes fell on the ground, looking at the suddenly enlarged space, he said softly: "Do you mind if I go to your house to take care of you? Aren't your parents on a business trip?"

Yan Yibing frowned: "How do you know..."

He remembered that the last time Han Mo came to his house for dinner, he added his fucking WeChat.

Just now, Han Mo was looking through Moments.

Yan Yibing pressed the mask tightly, his voice was muffled, and he said in a sluggish way, "Excuse me, stay away from me. You are lucky not to be infected this time, so it may not be the case next time."

Yan Yibing turned sideways, there was a light red mark on the bridge of his nose that was pressed by the mask, and his thick eyelashes were curled, casting a faint shadow under the bright white lights of the hospital.

Sick and angry, kinda cute.

Han Mo raised his eyes, his eyelids were deeply folded, and he leaned forward, as if he didn't care about the virus on Yan Yi Bing's body at all.

Han Mo pulled up the coat that had slipped to his shoulders for him, and asked him in a low voice, "You really won't let me go?"

Yan Yibing was slightly annoyed, and his anger was weak: "I said it's highly contagious! You really want to pass it on!"

The swollen ears seemed to be getting worse, and even speaking touched the affected area, causing slight pain.

Han Mo was swept away by his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were deep.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly approached Yan Yibing, raised his hand and pulled off the mask that tightly pressed the delicate skin, revealing Yan Yibing's moist, reddish face.

The edge of the mask was pulled down against the bottom of the lower lip, exposing the slightly closed lip that was slightly swollen due to fever.

Han Mo lowered his eyelids, pinched his chin with his fingertips, lowered his head involuntarily, and sucked his dry lips.

Yan Yibing suddenly opened his eyes wide and wanted to struggle, but Han Mo held his waist with his left hand and refused to let him go.

It wasn't until Han Mo's teeth gently rubbed against his lips, and the tip of his tongue vaguely brushed the line of his tightly closed lips, that he reluctantly let go of him.

He was kissed thoroughly, the dry lips were also moistened, and his breath smelled of the night wind on Han Mo's body.

Compared to the last time he was drunk, Han Mo was clearly more sober, calmer, and stronger.

Yan Yibing's eyelids trembled violently, his lips were originally pale, but they turned red again after being bitten by Han Mo.

He looked at the person in front of him, and there was only one word in his mind.

Crazy.

What a mad dog.

After Han Mo finished kissing, he gently lifted up his mask, put it on for him, and then whispered hoarsely in his ear: "Just pass it on, just let me kiss you every day."

The hospital was full of people, the lights were dim, everyone was in a hurry, and no one paid attention to the plunder and ambiguity of this moment.

The moment the mask was lifted up, Yan Yibing was completely covered, as if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: What's so thorough, I haven't stuck out my tongue yet.

Yan Yibing: Oh.