dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing's breathing became involuntarily heavy.

He could feel the pulse buried under the superficial skin beating crazily, Han Mo's words seemed to ignite the restless factor in his blood, and now these restless thoughts were rampaging in his body, extremely arrogant.

He should have stopped it.

However, for the first time, he felt the chagrin of the upper body being dominated by the lower body.

This is a small private room in an Internet cafe. It seems to have good privacy, but the sound insulation is extremely poor. The sound of typing on the keyboard in the next room can be heard clearly.

Moreover, he and Han Mo were still at the stage where they didn't know that there was a layer of window paper missing.

This layer of window paper should be pierced in a safe place in a solemn and meaningful way.

But Yan Yibing could clearly see a villain named Lust, with his hips akimbo, standing on the bridge of his nose brazenly, twisting his buttocks and sticking out his tongue at him.

"Lululu, you pretend to be serious on the surface, but your body is very honest."

After the villain finished speaking, he triumphantly tore out the string called reason in Yan Yibing's head, and cut it with a snap of the scissors.

Yan Yibing cursed in his heart, "Your mother...

The villain smiled contemptuously, hooked his reason and flipped the flower rope: "You should be faster."

He couldn't help thinking.

Masturbating yourself is a feeling, but being masturbated by others is definitely different.

Will it be more enjoyable?

Fuck, is this the time to think about it?

Han Mo's fingers almost went in!

It's still too late to turn around now, although Han Mo is a little flirtatious, but he is definitely afraid that he will be really angry.

He was a simple and good straight man last month, how can he be tough under the men's hands now?

So humiliating.

He is Han Mo's master, such embarrassing things must not happen to him.

However, his throat seemed to be covered with a ball of cotton, and he could not utter a single word.

His brain seemed to want to know more than he did, what Han Mo was going to do next.

Yan Yibing felt that he was about to split.

The next second, Han Mo's fingers suddenly stopped.

A slightly cold thing stuck to the skin around his waist, and Yan Yibing was frozen for a moment.

Han Mo left the cool thing on his waist, pinched by the hem of his trousers, then pulled out his fingers, raised his eyelids, and looked at Yan Yi Bing teasingly: "Is Master expecting something?"

Yan Yibing's face was burning hot, and he pushed Han Mo away angrily: "I look forward to your uncle!"

He touched his waist casually, touched the thing that was about to be warmed by body heat, and pulled it out.

The moment Yan Yibing saw it, he was startled.

It's a figure of Mickey and Minnie Kissing.

It is very small, plated with a layer of bright gold, two happy little mice with their feet up, hugging each other intimately, and their round ears are also tilted back excitedly.

On the back of the doll, the words 'Foreverlove' are printed.

It is a souvenir of the Disney Tanabata Valentine's Day.

Han Mo said, "For you."

Yan Yibing pinched it in his hand and played with it for a while, his eyelashes trembled, and he raised his almond eyes: "When did you buy it?"

Han Mo's arms were still propped beside Yan Yi Bing, like a puppy waiting for his master's praise: "When I was looking for you after buying ice cream, I happened to meet you. It looked pretty."

"Oh." Yan Yibing's Adam's apple rolled gently, and his fingers rubbed the smooth golden Mickey Mouse, "I didn't buy you a present."

Han Mo smiled: "Well, I owe you first, I'm not in a hurry."

Yan Yibing's heart softened again.

It must be tiring to like him.

He never thought of such a romantic and somewhat surprising thing.

It's too late to think about it.

Just now he was displeased because Han Mo had a job at night, but with this gadget in his hand, he really has no right to be angry at all.

"This time I only asked for leave from the league, and I forgot about the club, I will remember next time." Han Mo leaned over, kissed the corner of his lips, and rubbed him flatteringly, "Master, wait for me for a while, It will be over soon."

Yan Yibing didn't lose his temper after being appeased.

Han Mo touched the mouse one second before the circle was shrunk, and quickly entered the working state.

Yan Yibing was playing with Mickey Mouse, leisurely holding a barbecue skewer in his mouth, and suddenly felt that the small private room became more relaxed and happy.

Han Mo entered the circle and hid behind a tree to spray medicine.

But he didn't accumulate much medicine before, so he applied three bandages in a row, which took a lot of time.

"I'll find you."

Xiao Nuo: "What's up with the captain?"

Han Mo: "It's a holiday, so I need to explain."

Xiao Nuo: "What the hell?"

Xin Chen: "Is it a holiday? What day is it today?"

Ding Jun: "No, who did you go to celebrate the festival with? I feel a crisis! Han Mo, you are still young! You must put your work first! You are the only one who regrets after being drunk at a young age in the gentle township!"

Han Mo: "Oh."

Ding Jun: "Aren't you still chasing? Did you catch up?"

Han Mo: "Are you still working?"

Ding Jun: "..." Xin Chen silently swallowed the question that was almost blurted out.

He was not feeling well.

The captain is actively chasing someone?

What kind of girl is so awesome that she wants the captain to chase after her?

Xin Chen pointed his gun at an enemy wearing an auspicious suit, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "By the way, captain, the manager of your signed sportswear gave it to me."

Han Mo: "Yes."

He made a sound, saying that he knew.

At that time, Ding Jun asked him to pamper the fans, and he was annoyed by pestering, so he signed a name on the new endorsement sportswear and handed it to Ding Jun, and Ding Jun happily sent it to Xin Chen.

As for what Ding Jun told Xin Chen, he didn't care.

Xin Chen: "The tracksuit looks pretty, but I put it away and don't want to wear it."

Han Mo: "Thank you."

He squatted next to the box and changed his equipment, then drove in the direction of Xiao Nuo and Xin Chen.

Ding Jun taught Xin Chen: "Although you are an idol, you are also the captain. You can't just worship him and collect his signatures. You have to learn from him, stand at the top, and let your younger generations treat you as an idol."

Xin Chen was encouraged and excitedly said: "I will definitely work hard!"

Han Mo: "Don't talk about me, I didn't work hard to be someone else's idol."

Ding Jun continued to point out Xin Chen: "Be humble, see if you see it. As the saying goes, if the water is not full, there will be no sound. When you stand in the position of the god of cold, you will know that the high places are too cold."

Xin Chen didn't understand, and said again and again: "Okay, okay."

Han Mo sighed, and said lightly: "I am in order to be qualified to hold a gun for others."

Xin Chen was stunned: "A... a gun?"

Who is so reckless?

Let a genius like the captain go to set up a gun for someone else?

He quickly thought of Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing is really domineering. To suppress a genius like the captain, he wished he could stay in the core position for the rest of his life and not give newcomers a chance to stand out. No wonder the captain left Zero early.

Not only the captain, he also heard that Lei Ming, who was reduced to Puxin, was also forced to leave by Yan Yibing.

Because Lei Ming played for the second team for two full years, there was no sign of being promoted. In the end, Yan Yi Bingsai was free to snipe and give Han Mo a bloody abuse, and finally left Zero with no face.

Xiao Nuo: "Oh, I don't even know about this, who is so big on face?"

As soon as he finished asking, the last wave of sprinting began.

No matter how good the player is, he can't handle it with half-heartedness in this situation.

The sound of gunfire, footsteps, and exploding grenades came from the earphones.

After the hustle and bustle subsided, Han Mo pursed his lips: "My idol."

Xin Chen was puzzled.

He clearly said that Yi Bing was so bad, why did the captain always have a feeling of unfinished business when he mentioned him, and even his tone was much gentler than usual.

A total of three rounds were played for more than an hour in the three-row match.

After the third one was over, Xin Chen was about to open the fourth one, but Han Mo refused: "I won't try it, I haven't eaten yet."

Xin Chen retracted the mouse, regretfully said: "Oh...okay."

Han Mo: "The level is good, there is no problem, first play with the second team."

Xiao Nuo also said: "Yes, minors are not allowed to participate in the competition now, you still have one year, don't worry, practice more tactics."

Ding Jun: "All right, all right, then I'll be here today. Seeing that you are in such a hurry, hurry up and accompany someone."

Han Mo didn't refuse: "Well, it's off."

After all, he turned off the game without hesitation, logged out of the account, and turned off the computer as well.

The private room was rented for two hours, and now there are 15 minutes left.

Han Mo took out a skewer from the barbecue and took a bite.

The skewers were already cold, not very tasty, and a bit fishy.

He put the rest back and asked in a low voice, "Are you full?"

Of course Yan Yibing wasn't full.

He was half-hearted, looking at his phone for a while, and Han Mo's screen for a while.

It's not that he is still awkward, but he has calmed down. He also wants to see how Xin Chen is doing.

After all, he was a person recognized by both Ding Jun and Sun Tianjiao.

It's a pity that he mostly looks at Han Mo's perspective. Han Mo's operation is very mature, and he can hardly find any faults.

"Half full, this barbecue is not good, it's too salty."

Han Mo: "Come to my house and fry salmon for you?"

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Your family even has salmon?"

Is this still the original rough room, is this still a refrigerator that only holds ice water and beer?

Han Mo had a deep meaning: "Well, to attract people to come over."

Yan Yibing and him looked at each other, rubbed his stomach: "That's fine."

He packed the little golden mouse, took the bag, and went out with Han Mo to pay the bill.

Passing by his home, he glanced at it, the house was pitch black, and his parents hadn't come back yet.

But he didn't feel bored any more, but quickly looked away, walked a few steps quickly, bypassed the small fountain, and went straight to Han Mo's house.

After opening the door and entering the room, Yan Yibing stepped on the carpet, walked straight to the sofa and leaned over.

Han Mo washed his hands, poured him water, and then went to the refrigerator to get the frozen salmon.

Frozen salmon needs to be thawed in a microwave. Han Mo bowed, stuffed the salmon inside and twirled it, then picked up the cutting board and cut lemon slices.

Soon, the salmon melted, and Han Mo soaked them in the prepared sauce, fully dipping them.

The pan was drizzled with olive oil, and when the oil was slightly steaming, he put the salmon on it and started frying.

The sound of sizzling oil passed through the glass door to the living room, Yan Yibing couldn't help swallowing.

"You do it first, I'll go to the bathroom." He called to Han Mo.

Han Mo turned his head, his hair was a little damp.

"Okay, there is no shower downstairs, I want to take a shower and go to my room."

Yan Yibing just wanted to go to the toilet, but when Han Mo mentioned it, he also felt sticky.

It's definitely not appropriate to take a shower at Han Mo's house, but it's okay to wash your arms and face.

So he went straight upstairs.

The structure of Han Mo's house is slightly different from his house.

The bathrooms in his house are all inside the room, but Han Mo's is outside.

The bathroom outside this kind of room has a large area, and even the washing machine and dryer can be installed in it.

Yan Yibing turned on the light, opened the door and walked in.

The first thing you can see is the dryer.

The door of the dryer was open, and there was a white garment inside.

He frowned.

When did Han Mo, a loyal fan of dark colors, start wearing white clothes?

Unable to restrain his curiosity, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the dress.

This one has been washed, clean and plump, but it looks a little familiar.

Yan Yibing rubbed his fingers against the shoulder line of the clothes, and then looked at the label inside.

This dress really looks like the one he wore when he helped Han Mo change the light bulb.

He remembered that he asked Han Mo to throw it away, and Han Mo also agreed to throw it away when he went back.

Yan Yibing touched the dress and narrowed his eyes.

little beast.

Not only didn't throw it away, but also secretly left it behind.

He put the clothes aside, went to the bathroom, washed his face and arms again, and he took the clothes downstairs.

Because he discovered Han Mo's secret, Yan Yibing was a little proud.

He hid his clothes behind his back and stepped into the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

With his back turned to him, Han Mo was sprinkling black pepper on the salmon.

"Don't come in, it smells."

Yan Yibing curled his lips, shook out the dress, and jokingly said, "Little brother, why do I think this dress looks like I threw it away?"

Han Mo paused, glanced sideways, and raised his hand to turn off the fire.

He put down his chopsticks and looked at the white short sleeve. After a while, his Adam's apple rolled.

"Is Master's name written on it?"

Yan Yibing snorted softly: "Stop dressing, I don't remember my own clothes? I used to endorse this brand, and you don't wear white either."

Han Mo tore off the apron, stretched his hand under the faucet and rinsed it, then pinched the clothes and looked at it.

He mumbled to himself: "It seems like my idol hasn't signed me yet."

Yan Yibing frowned, and said in disgust, "I don't sign my clothes, I'm so narcissistic."

Han Mo bent his eyes, smiled lowly, and clenched his fingers tightly.

"Well, the signature has to be framed, and I still have to use it, so I can't frame it."

Yan Yibing didn't intend to delve into the purpose of this dress, anyway, he had never seen Han Mo wear it.

Han Mo said meaningfully: "But it has been a long time and I have washed it many times, and there is no trace of Master."

Yan Yibing's eyelids trembled, his intuition was bad.

He pulled back the white short sleeve and cleared his throat: "I'm hungry, hurry up and fill out the salmon."

After all, he was about to run to the living room.

Han Mo hugged his waist, Yan Yibing staggered, and pressed tightly against Han Mo's chest.

Han Mo was like a little hungry wolf, resting his chin on Yan Yibing's shoulder, with his short hair sticking to his earlobe: "Can I give the Qixi Festival gift that Master owes now?"

Alarm bells rang in Yan Yibing's heart.

"Whoever wants a gift, I will give it when I want to."

A low laugh came from Han Mo's throat, and he said indulgently, "Well, then shall I say my wish in advance?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

No!

Wishes with colors are especially bad!

Han Mo lowered his eyes, rubbed his chin against the edge of Yan Yibing's collarbone, and said in a low and slow voice, "I want Master to take off the clothes on his body and put on this one, roll around on my bed a few times, and then Give it back to me. If I wash it more often, Master will help me put it on again until Master himself is willing to stay on my bed."

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