dissatisfied [e-sports]

The tip of the soft and moist tongue touched Han Mo's lips for a second, and then quickly retracted.

Yan Yibing's brain crashed, and his nerves were tense to the threshold. If he turned on the light, he could see that his neck and chest had turned red.

This is a tongue kiss, right?Is it a tongue kiss?

Fuck!

He finally experienced a tongue kiss!

No big deal, so easy.

Even if it was a little rough, I don't know if Han Mo was frightened.

After all, a 19-year-old child has never seen the world.

Han Mo did pause.

At the moment of stagnation, he opened his eyes, looked at Yan Yibing uncertainly, and slightly distanced himself.

Did you really get teased just now?

It's too fast.

Yan Yibing was finally let go, his lips were wet and red, and his breath was short of breath.

But he still pretended to be flattered, leaning his elbows on the sofa, his almond-shaped eyes slightly drooping, and wrote lightly: "It's too bad that you always sneak up on me, just try a tongue kiss casually."

Immediately, Yan Yibing heard a low laugh.

It was the kind of irresistible, teasing and kind smile.

But at this moment, he was like a stressed cat, and any sound would easily make him explode.

His tone was bad: "Is it funny?"

Han Mo shook his head, then leaned forward, with the tip of his nose touching Yan Yibing's, and with a lift of his chin, he could touch Yan Yibing's lips again.

His voice was low and hoarse, with hints of drunkenness: "Master calls that tongue kiss?"

"if not?"

Yan Yibing raised his apricot core eyes, and looked straight into Han Mo's eyes.

Han Mo's eyes are deep, but bright, full of vigor and moistness, his eyes are persistent, warm, presumptuous, and longing.

Han Mo's fingers slid down two spaces, and his fingertips raised the edge of the material. With a smile on his lips, he lightly touched Yan Yibing's lips: "Fortunately, I've seen the movie, and I'll tell Master what tongue kissing is."

After all, he boldly sticks out the tip of his tongue, pries Yan Yibing's lips open forcefully, and sweeps across Yan Yibing's territory recklessly and arrogantly.

Yan Yibing suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling a completely different kiss from the past, and his head was like fireworks exploding.

pass......

over over over over over...

Too much, you little beast!

His Adam's apple rolled, his lips were wet, and his fingertips were numb due to lack of blood, but Han Mo was like a little wild wolf who had been hungry for a long time, not knowing how to measure, forcing him to keep retreating on the soft carpet.

At some point, the network suddenly got stuck, the advertisement on the curtain was frozen, and the signal was spinning round and round.

In the living room, there was only the sound of kissing.

Yan Yibing felt that he was really drunk.

Otherwise, he would never allow Han Mo to do such a presumptuous and daring thing.

But he also has to admit that men have a persistent and exuberant nature to explore the depths of this aspect.

It wasn't until he really felt that there was an uncontrollable saliva dripping from his lips that he felt ashamed and unbearable.

"Hands, let go!"

Yan Yibing pushed Han Mo away with all his strength, lowered his head, put his hands on the carpet, and panted in embarrassment.

After recovering, he realized that his short sleeves had become wrinkled and his pants were about to slip down.

There are even more unspeakable, physiological reactions, which can only be hidden in a dim environment.

It wasn't just him, Han Mo was also in a mess.

Han Mo was absent-minded for a moment, his pulse was beating fast and frantically, his hair was sticking to his temples, and sweat was dripping from his temples.

It's hard to feel someone forcibly suppressing his needs, but when he thinks it's Yan Yibing, he can calm down a bit.

Not yet.

Yan Yibing was not ready yet.

It's the first time I even tried tongue kissing, how could I accept that immediately.

Han Mo's chest heaved violently, his thin eyelids were folded, and the tails of the long and narrow eyes were glowing red.

He pursed his lips, swallowed the smell that belonged to Yan Yibing, and said hoarsely, "I'm going to the bathroom."

If he didn't go, he was afraid he couldn't bear it.

Yan Yibing was completely wooden.

Hearing Han Mo's words, he was embarrassed at first, and then muffledly replied: "Yes."

He actually needs to go to the bathroom too, but he's too embarrassed to say so.

Han Mo supported the coffee table and stood up. Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the back of Yan Yi Bing's neck twice.

The warm and dry palms stroked the back of his head and neck non-aggressively, freeing Yan Yibing from the extreme nervousness and panic.

Even at this time, Han Mo didn't forget to comfort him first.

Seeing that Yan Yi Bing's breathing was not so flustered, Han Mo rushed into the bathroom quickly.

With the sound of the door closing, Yan Yibing heaved a sigh of relief and lay on the sofa with his head up.

He shrank his legs, bit his lip, and forced himself to abandon his emotions and desires.

But the memory just now is really not that easy to cover up, as long as he sneaks away for a while, he can recall it, and then tighten his legs again depressed.

He's still young, and he's slow to get weak unless stimulated by intense pain.

Yan Yibing clenched his fists and gestured in front of his eyes.

unwilling.

What if it breaks.

He smashed the sofa depressedly, and the leather sofa made an innocent muffled sound.

It’s over.

Completely finished.

He actually reacted to Han Mo.

He's really not straight anymore.

But can he admit it?

Playing a fool can't admit it, unless he waits until the day he retires.

Otherwise, what do the executives of the two teams think, and what do those friends who are familiar with them think?

If this kind of thing gets out, he and Han Mo can directly die socially.

Yan Yibing looked at the ceiling, held his breath, and pressed the thing with his inner thigh little by little.

The sound of the shower coming from the bathroom.

When Yan Yibing moved his ears, he could roughly imagine what Han Mo was doing.

If he was in his own home now, with a private bathroom, he would definitely do the same.

After a while, he forced himself to suppress his reaction, and the sound of water in the bathroom also stopped.

Yan Yibing wrinkled his nose, pinched his fingers on the empty wine bottle, and muttered: "It's been a long time, it's true or not, don't they say that little virgins are very fast?"

Han Mo took a shower again, his hair was wet again, and his body was covered with moisture.

Seeing Yan Yibing sitting cross-legged on the ground, Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, "Are you going?"

Yan Yibing shook the bottle, and said calmly, "Why should I go, I'm not in a hurry."

Han Mo leaned over and squatted beside Yan Yi Bing, with the scent of shower gel wafting from his body.

"Master, you..."

"Don't be late for training tomorrow, go to bed early." Yan Yibing interrupted him, stood up, and forced himself to think that nothing happened just now, he just watched the game and drank, and now he was ready to go home.

Han Mo hugged his waist and pressed his head against his lower abdomen.

Like a puppy lying on its owner's body.

Han Mo whispered: "Do you want to pretend that nothing happened?"

Yan Yibing's body tensed up and he remained silent.

Han Mo's wet hair rubbed against Yan Yibing's crumpled clothes: "Don't act like nothing happened?"

If he said an affirmative sentence, Yan Yibing would naturally push his head away, give a few formulaic instructions not to get up late, drink less alcohol, and don't watch the national football team in the future, he will be easily pissed off, and then open the door and leave .

But he asked "okay".

Yan Yibing knew he had lost.

He lowered his head, stretched out his fingers and tapped Han Mo's head twice.

"Don't treat it as if it didn't happen. We are both professional e-sports players, right? Say it after the game."

The big game is coming, and anything that affects the emotions of the players should not happen.

What they bear is not only personal honor, but also national honor. This is a serious matter and must take precedence over the affair between men and women.

In fact, Yan Yibing originally wanted to talk about it after I retire.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't bear to push Han Mo so far away.

Then after the East Asian Match.

Give him time to make up his mind, too.

This is a big event, not only does he not know how to explain it to Yu Yan and the others, he also doesn't know how to explain it to his parents.

So unorthodox.

and his former apprentice.

Han Mo was moved by the word 'professional'.

He always knew that Yan Yibing took e-sports seriously and with principles.

Being able to respond is progress, and it doesn't matter to chat after the game.

Han Mo let go of him: "Don't go."

Yan Yibing: "You've been waiting until twelve o'clock, what else do you want to wait for?"

Han Mo: "My aunt's circle of friends said that I went to Qixi Festival with my uncle. Anyway, there is no one at your house, so it's meaningless to go back."

Yan Yibing: "What do you mean when I go back to sleep?"

Han Mo: "Come out and play with me tomorrow."

Yan Yibing said calmly, "Training."

As soon as he finished speaking, their phones vibrated at the same time.

Yan Yibing sniffed, took out his phone to look at it, Han Mo also stopped temporarily, and looked down at the phone.

The news was sent in the competition group.

[Yu Yan: Brothers, let’s discuss something. Tomorrow, Qixi Festival, can we adjust our training, can we practice for four hours in the morning the day after tomorrow?Thank you thank you sorry sorry. 】

Yu Yan and Ding Luo are boyfriend and girlfriend.

Although the two are in the same industry and can understand each other's work, it is a pity to miss Qixi Festival.

Yu Yan used to keep Ding Luo waiting, and after waiting for a long time, they almost separated forever.

Now he re-examines the relationship between work and love, and decides not to put so much pressure on himself.

Both Yan Yibing and Chen Chi knew the reason why Yu Yan and Ding Luo broke up, and also understood his desire for a vacation.

[Chen Chi: I don't care, just adjust the schedule. 】

[Little beast: OK!It's fun!Don't worry! 】

Before Yan Yibing typed, he saw Han Mo's message.

He laughed angrily.

From the number of words and tone of Han Mo, it can be seen how much Han Mo needs this holiday, and the meaning that can be expressed in a single word, he suddenly said it into a sentence.

[Yan Yibing: Yes, it hurts my father to think of all the bad things you did. 】

It was rare for Yu Yan not to quarrel with Yan Yibing.

[Yu Yan: Thank you guys! 】

Han Mo put down the phone: "It's ok."

Yan Yibing pinched the phone screen and scratched his hair: "Where are you going?"

Han Mo: "It's near the devil's capital, don't go too far, it's best to come back within a day."

Yan Yibing: "Bars, karaoke bars, ice rinks, swimming, indoor skiing, what else is there to do?"

Han Mo didn't have a clue, so he logged into the travel software, selected the same city, selected a date, and searched.

The search interface pops up to promote the ad.

【Fantasy Disney, Happy Lover Tour!Get [-]% Off Valentine's Day Tickets!If two people travel together and spend more than [-] yuan in the park, a Mickey hat souvenir will be given away! 】

Han Mo raised his eyes: "Going to Disney?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

Disney.

His childlike innocence has been lost for ten years, and his only memory of Disney is a broken leg.

It seems that someone mentioned Disney before.

It's his mother, who told him to accompany him.

Who is coming?

Didn't remember again.

Han Mo was a little nervous: "I haven't been there, I don't know if it's fun, have you been there?"

Thinking about Han Mo's miserable childhood, Yan Yibing sighed silently in his heart.

He said against his will, "I haven't been there either."

Hey.

Who said he has no preference for Han Mo.

He would never go to a place with such a large map that he would die.

Han Mo: "Shall we go then? Otherwise, we can do anything else, Yu Garden? Town God's Temple?"

Yan Yibing: "Go ahead, it's so hot, it must be fun."

Han Mo flipped through the photos inside again: "It seems that children like to go there, isn't it too childish?"

In fact, he has never seen the original anime with all those cartoon elements.

Speaking of feelings, there is actually no.

But he felt that he should go to a nicer place for Qixi Festival.

Yan Yibing: "Adults often go there, Marvel is also owned by Disney."

Han Mo: "Well, then I've booked a ticket."

Yan Yibing: "Okay."

Han Mo: "It says it's seven o'clock tomorrow—"

Yan Yibing suddenly covered Han Mo's mouth and gave a silent wink.

Han Mo obediently closed his lips.

Yan Yibing slid his fingers, picked up the phone, and said lazily, "Hey Mom, are you still up so late?"

Yan's mother: "I'm still worried about you, have you eaten yet?"

Yan Yibing: "I'm not stupid, of course I ate."

Yan's mother: "Staying alone at home is boring, isn't it?"

Yan Yibing: "It's okay, I watched a football game."

He said to himself, it's not boring, he just learned a tongue kiss with Han Mo.

Yan's mother: "We ate shakes and shakes, and now we are going to sleep in the hotel."

Yan Yibing: "Okay, you guys go to bed early and have fun tomorrow."

Yan's father interjected: "Oh, I haven't used these apps to buy tickets for a long time. It's really laborious to use, and you have to bind a card."

Yan's mother: "Let you always rely on the secretary at ordinary times, and you will be eliminated by the times in a few years."

Yan Yibing: "Use the software Itrip to buy tickets. I have a membership, so I can get a discount, or tell me what to buy, and I'll buy it for you."

Yan's mother: "I don't need you anymore, your father won't be able to learn all these things."

Father Yan: "Then I bought the ticket."

The sound is very soft and the distance is not close.

Yan's mother moved the phone aside, stretched her neck and said, "I can't stand if you want the fast track."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Mom, what did you say?"

Yan's mother smiled: "It's okay, good night son, I'll take you to play with me later, it's not appropriate to take you to the place where your dad and I are going tomorrow."

Yan Yibing squinted his almond-shaped eyes, and raised his lips: "Okay, you two can live a good life together, I won't be bothered to go."

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: #@￥%%...&*￥! ! !

Han Mo: Uncle and aunt, we are not here for a date.