dissatisfied [e-sports]

Sunlight passes through the gaps in the curtains, elongating the figure on the milky white wall, and the faint warmth spreads in the quiet space.

Yan Yibing moved his toes and stuck one leg out of the quilt.

The moment his toes touched the wall, it froze him, and he woke up slowly.

I slept soundly last night, but very peacefully.

He didn't know how long he slept, but during the process of falling asleep, he finally didn't feel uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes, he knew that he was still having a fever, because there was a slight pain when his eyeballs moved.

One night, he sweated a lot, the quilt was tightly attached to his body, and his skin was very sticky.

He frowned, turned his head sideways, and prepared to sit up.

But the next second, he suddenly stopped.

After fully waking up, the nerves of the whole body were restored to sharpness.

He realized that his hand was being held.

Han Mo was leaning against his bed, his head was covered with a little quilt, half of his face was pressed, only one closed eye was exposed, and his black hair hung down messily, covering his eyebrows.

He fell asleep, breathing very shallowly, without any sound.

The clothes were still the thin short-sleeved clothes from yesterday. At the cuffs, one arm was placed under the head, and the other reached into the quilt, grabbing Yan Yibing's hand.

So, Han Mo guarded him all night.

Yan Yibing blinked his apricot eyes, looked at Han Mo's sleeping face, and subconsciously moved his little finger.

He touched the soft warm palm.

Han Mo's palm.

He froze, not knowing whether to pull his hand out.

Pulling it out might wake Han Mo up, Han Mo changed the wet towel for him all night, he probably didn't sleep for a long time, he was a bit too jerk for waking people up at this time.

Don't pull your hand out... it doesn't fit.

He was thinking wildly when Han Mo suddenly moved his neck.

The hair rubbed against the soft summer quilt, making a rustling sound.

Yan Yibing retracted his gaze in a panic, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

The best way not to face the embarrassing situation is to wait for Han Mo to take his hand away.

So he relaxed his fingers and resigned himself to being grabbed by Han Mo.

Han Mo really woke up.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his inner double eyelids were swollen into obvious double eyelids.

When he looked up, he saw Yan Yibing had his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and his eyelids trembling slightly.

Han Mo tilted his head, stared intently for a while, then smiled.

The sleepiness that was still there disappeared in an instant.

This foolish master, doesn't he know that pretending to sleep should cover the uncontrollable eyes?

Han Mo licked his lips, his eyes fell on the neat quilt.

Falling asleep last night, he reached in and grabbed Yan Yibing's hand.

It's not to take advantage, but to monitor his body temperature at any time.

But after holding it for a while, and the soft palm was pressed tightly together, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Han Mo moved his fingers, and looked at Yan Yibing's face again.

She was still pretending to be asleep, but her eyelids trembled even more.

Han Mo chuckled, and boldly touched Yan Yibing's finger under the quilt.

From the rounded nails to the knuckles of each finger, to the delicate soft flesh between the fingers that has barely seen the sun.

Yan Yibing's whole body tensed up, and Han Mo's touch made him itch, but his movements were extraordinarily ambiguous and suggestive.

Yan Yibing pretended to be unwell, grunted, frowned and turned over, using the inertia of turning over, he rescued his hand from Han Mo's fingers.

Facing the wall, he hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball, heaving a sigh of relief.

With a smile in his eyes, Han Mo said lightly, "Tsk, do you really want to face me?"

Yan Yibing almost bit his cheek.

He forgot.

Han Mo is curvy and has feelings for men.

And every morning, when men are sensitive.

Yan Yibing was in a dilemma, and even his breathing was messed up.

It's obvious that Han Mo has that kind of thought for him, he is a straight man, open and aboveboard, why does he look like a thief?

Yan Yibing turned around depressed, opened his eyes, and pretended to have just woken up, his facial features were wrinkled.

Han Mo deliberately teased him: "It's a pity that I woke up so soon, and I still want to feel how hot someone with a high fever is."

Yan Yibing's calmness of being single for more than 20 years was broken by Han Mo.

"My aunt is coming, you go back and rest first."

"I notified Yu Yan and Chen Chi. They should cooperate first. We will go a week late."

It was true that Han Mo didn't sleep much yesterday, and if this continues, he probably won't be able to hold on.

But he was still a little reluctant to leave.

Yan Yibing let out a "hmm".

He was actually in a bit of a hurry.

The level of the opponent is not low, and the training time of the four of them has been shortened irresistibly.

If the East Asia Tournament does not get a good ranking, it will lose the country's face.

"Let's try to line up tonight. I'm at home." Yan Yibing didn't want to waste time because of himself.

Even if he has a high fever and can't perform at his usual level, he can try not to hold back.

Han Mo glanced at him: "Stop calling today, I have an interview I can't pass up."

"Oh." Yan Yibing closed his eyes and didn't insist, but Han Mo's words made him feel less guilty.

After a while, his aunt came.

After Han Mo explained the situation, he went home first.

Yan Yibing heard Han Mo leave through the door, he immediately got up from the bed, and walked lightly to the bathroom.

Sweating all over his body was so disgusting that he had to take a shower no matter how uncomfortable it was.

The aunt shouted at the top of her voice downstairs: "Bing Bing, you should measure the temperature!"

Yan Yibing opened the door: "No need?"

The aunt came up, wearing a mask, and said with concern: "Oh no, the temperature has to be checked frequently, if it burns too hard, it will burn your brain."

As soon as the aunt entered the house, she helped Yan Yi Bing tidy up the house.

He piled up the littered clothes, tore off the sweaty quilt and sheets and piled them together, and replaced them with new ones.

After finishing everything, Auntie found the thermometer, pulled it out and shook it twice, before stuffing it into Yan Yibing's mouth.

Yan Yibing dodged in fright: "Oh!"

The aunt was stunned: "Hurry up and take the temperature."

Yan Yibing frowned: "There's no way to test it with your mouth."

The aunt wiped her hands on the apron, and smiled honestly: "Oh, in our village, the measurements are all taken with the mouth in your mouth. It is more accurate. Just wash and wash after the measurement. It may be different in your city."

Yan Yibing held the thermometer under his arm and muttered, "Is there another way?"

After measuring the body temperature and making sure that it did not exceed the 39 degree mark, my aunt went down to cook.

He soaked in the bathtub, and finally he didn't feel like he was stepping on cotton.

He was comfortably lifted by the buoyancy of the water.

He fished out the phone on the side, and searched curiously [how to use the thermometer].

Baidu’s first article has the answer, it says——

There are three methods of measuring the thermometer, namely oral temperature, axillary temperature and rectal temperature.

Yan Yibing stared at the last two words for a few seconds, then turned off the phone with embarrassment.

His expression froze for a moment, and then from his neck, redness spread to the tips of his ears.

The tingling electric current spread all over his body along the nerves, he gritted his teeth, and slammed the innocent water surface hard.

The water splashed and splashed all over the ground.

So what Han Mo said yesterday meant that.

He even asked stupidly!

day......

Little bastard!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Yan Yibing picked up a few handfuls of water, wet his hair, rubbed his face and brewed for a while, before swallowing this 'knowledge point' with difficulty.

After regaining his composure, he deeply understood how accomplished the 19-year-old little wolf dog is in certain aspects.

It is no less than the skill points in e-sports.

Being so targeted, he seemed to be in some danger.

He didn't know how long he had been soaking in the bathtub, but he heard his aunt shout enthusiastically from downstairs: "Oh boy, you're here again!"

Yan Yibing woke up suddenly. He raised his head and reacted for a moment.

Shouldn't Han Mo sleep through the night?

Why did you come back so soon!

Then he heard the sound of someone coming upstairs.

Yan Yibing shuddered, sat up straight, and wanted to jump out of the bathtub.

But he soaked for too long, he got up suddenly, his eyes darkened, his knees shook uncontrollably, and he fell back into the bathtub with a plop.

Fortunately, he subconsciously protected his head, only to knock his knee hard.

"what!"

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth and gasped.

Han Mo went home and slept for two hours, then ordered ice packs to reduce fever from the pharmacy, and then took these things to physically cool Yan Yi Bing.

After all, antipyretics are harmful to the body, and they cannot be taken in large doses in a short period of time, but this disease is like this, and the fever cannot be suppressed without taking medicines.

As soon as he came up, he heard Yan Yibing tossing about in the bathroom.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yibing's painful cry was heard.

In desperation, Han Mo unscrewed the bathroom door.

Yan Yibing knelt and crawled in the bathtub naked, holding the edge of the bathtub with both hands, his forearm muscles tensed and trembling slightly.

With one knee tucked in, he was trying to step out of the bathtub.

The gentle water waves caressed his fair skin, and there was nowhere to hide under the water waves.

Yan Yibing realized the gaze behind him, and his neck quickly turned red.

He retracted his legs without embarrassment, squatted in the bathtub, and hugged into a small ball.

There was no cloth where his arms could reach, and he could only cover the exposed skin as much as possible.

"You go out first." Yan Yibing whispered awkwardly.

His hair was still wet, and it stuck to his ears in a mess, dripping down.

Han Mo took a deep breath, ignored his words, but grabbed the bath towel from one side, walked forward, pulled Yan Yibing up, and wrapped it in the bath towel.

Without waiting for Yan Yibing to refuse, Han Mo directly grabbed his waist and carried him out of the bathtub.

The drops of water on his body wet the bath towel, and the place where the palm touched was a little damp.

People who have soaked for a long time are soft all over, as if water can be squeezed out with a pinch.

Han Mo's eyes fell on a small dark red mole on the back of his earlobe, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Master, can you stop playing such an exciting scene next time?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

He pulled the towel tightly, lowered his head, and staggered out of the bathroom.

Han Mo moved his eyes down, landed on the violently fluctuating water in the tank, and licked his lips.

I have a fever, so I can only endure it.

Back in the room, Yan Yibing wiped off the water on his body, grabbed the new quilt, and wrapped himself up.

His hair was still dry, and he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his mouth dry with embarrassment.

Hold.

This is the second time Han Mo fished him out of the water.

If this went on like this, he would almost lose even this bit of shame.

Han Mo waited for Yan Yi Bing to pack up before coming out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a gray T-shirt today, which was stained with water, and the visual effect was particularly obvious.

When Baoyan Yibing came out just now, some water spots inevitably fell on his clothes.

All these reminded Yan Yibing of what happened just now.

"Why did you come back so early?" Yan Yi Bingyun asked calmly.

"It's getting late, it's been more than two hours." Han Mo came over, stretched out his hand naturally, picked up Yan Yi Bing's wet hair and rubbed it.

Fortunately, it's at home, so it's okay if you don't blow dry.

Only then did Yan Yibing know how long he had been soaking.

He lowered his head to look at his knee that had just been hit by the bathtub.

There is still numbness and pain, it seems that there is a little bruising, and it will be blue tomorrow.

"Why are you so careless? It's harder than you kicking me." Han Mo squatted down, and lightly touched his wound with his fingertips.

Yan Yibing shrank his legs and retorted: "Stop talking nonsense, I didn't use that much force."

Han Mo lazily said: "Oh, why don't you use your strength, do you feel sorry for me? Or don't you hate being kissed by me so much?"

Yan Yibing: "...you're not very old, where do you come from so many gossips?"

Han Mo didn't tease him, rubbed his wound with his palm, and asked, "Where's the thermometer, take the temperature."

Yan Yibing immediately thought of the knowledge points he had just found out, his throat tightened, and his eyelashes trembled uncomfortably: "I measured it this morning, 38."

"Oh." Han Mo sized him up, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of a smile in his tone, and an innocent expression, "Then why is Master blushing?"

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