dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing took off his pants ruthlessly, made Han Mo's mouth dry, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Han Mo hugged his pants and stood outside the closed bathroom door, chuckling lightly.

He simply took off his own clothes, put on his nightgown, took his room card, and went to the laundry room on the top floor.

At this time, there is almost no one in the laundry room, and occasionally a machine is running, and the owner doesn't know where he went.

Han Mo put the dirty clothes into the washing machine, bought washing powder from the self-service vending machine, then pressed the button based on feeling, and heard the washing machine start to run quickly.

The laundry room is facing a small terrace, open the door, you can go up to drink coffee.

Han Mo was idle and bored, so he opened the door and went up to the rooftop.

It's not windy outside, after all, it's close to the sea, and even the wind carries a damp, fishy and salty smell.

There was no one on the roof, only a few small light bulbs were on.

Han Mo leaned against the fence, took out a cigarette, and lit it against the wind.

He took a deep breath and murmured: "It's really black, it fits snug enough."

In the bathroom, Yan Yibing let the warm water wash down from his head.

Take away the tiredness, soreness, sticky feeling of the sea breeze, and the smell of barbecue.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Han Mo go out.

What he said just now seemed a bit too turbulent, so turbulent that he almost couldn't stop the brakes.

If he hadn't stopped in time, he felt that Han Mo would have fumbled around indiscriminately, and then he... couldn't control his hand.

Although it's not that he doesn't want to, he just feels like he's bullying Han Mo a bit.

Han Mo always wants to please him, everything is based on his happiness, and it must be the same in that kind of thing.

Obviously he is the older one, so he should be more considerate of Han Mo's feelings.

I am too tired today.

Yan Yibing thought, when he has time, he should read more popular science, and when he has learned enough knowledge, he can try it with Han Mo again.

Always give Han Mo a warm, comfortable and refreshing first time.

Han Mo is still young, I'm afraid he can bear the pain and discomfort for him.

As a boyfriend, he has to be able to observe words and expressions, be patient with impulsiveness, and let Han Mo feel better first.

A qualified partner should be like this.

He took a shower and dried his hair, but Han Mo hasn't come back yet.

Yan Yibing didn't have a change of clothes for the time being, so he could only put on his nightgown and sit on the big bed, waiting for Han Mo to come back.

Waiting time is boring.

He turned on the TV and turned around, most of which were variety shows and idol groups' performance stages.

He was not interested in these, and he didn't know them, so he yawned and turned off the TV.

After a while, he lifted the quilt again, got in, arched back, leaned on the pillow, and started flipping through his phone.

After the competition is over and they have won prizes, the forums will definitely be overwhelmed, and e-sports big Vs will also post Weibo to praise them. At this time, we still need to claim a little bit.

But as soon as he logged on to Weibo, he saw countless red circles, his eyes were dazzled, and he immediately quit.

It's too late to watch tomorrow.

Let's report to his mother first.

He clicked into WeChat again.

The first thing I saw was that he set Han Mo on top.

The remark has become [boyfriend], a bit too arrogant, but also very sweet.

Just be careful when you get home.

Yan Yibing smiled with his almond-shaped eyes, and slid his fingers down.

In their family group, his parents sent a message.

Yan's mother: "Pay attention to your health outside, don't catch a cold, and tell Momo to go to bed early and get up early."

Father Yan: "Come on, win glory for the country."

Yan's mother: "I watched your game on the first day, it was great, don't worry, there are still opportunities."

Father Yan: "Come on."

Yan's mother: "The second day is good, first! Keep it up, guard against arrogance and impetuosity!"

Father Yan: "Your mother is right."

Yan's mother: "Congratulations son! You won the first place! You are very tired, you must have a good rest, and don't drink too much alcohol when you go out to dinner, it is not good for your health."

Yan's father: "Return early."

Yan Yibing's heart warmed, and he smiled back to his parents.

Although these two elderly people with regular schedules must have fallen asleep now, it is enough to see them when they wake up tomorrow morning.

Yan Yibing: "I'm going back to the hotel and I'm going to rest. Let me know what mom needs to buy. We have two days to go shopping."

After waiting for a while, no one came back.

He quit the family group and looked through it again. There was news about his cousin's cousin's husband, the internal group of Zero, the large alliance group, high school classmates, and even the customer service of the flower shop and cake shop.

The red dots on the screen became less and less, and he just looked at many of them, but did not reply.

There were too many blessings to reply, and he was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, and finally he just clicked on these notifications numbly.

Until he saw the long-lost Liang Hefeng's WeChat.

The news about Liang Hefeng was a few days ago, so it was at the bottom of the list.

Yan Yibing's eyelids that were about to close finally had the motivation to open them a little more.

If he hadn't seen it by accident, he would have almost forgotten about Liang Hefeng.

After winning the game, Liang Hefeng did not congratulate him.

He didn't lack this congratulation, but he just felt uncomfortable.

He clicked on Liang Hefeng's WeChat account, and Liang Hefeng said, "Bing, Xie Feng won't let me broadcast live. I can only comment on the live broadcast platform. If you have an interview, remember to recommend my live broadcast room, thank you."

Yan Yibing deleted WeChat when he came here, and of course he didn't see any news about Liang Hefeng.

Now that the game is over, it's too late to recommend.

He remembered that Xie Feng came to explain, and indeed he brought a small team, as did Duo Meng.

They explained on the official platform that the senior anchors in that small team can broadcast live, because it is a live broadcast after all, and it can also attract a lot of attention.

There was no Liang Hefeng in that team, which meant that Liang Hefeng hadn't entered the center of Xie Feng's team yet.

Yan Yibing sighed, feeling that his relationship with Liang Hefeng was just like that.

When Liang Hefeng didn't need him, he didn't want to come to him either.

But he had to explain this matter clearly, it wasn't that he was narrow-minded, it was that he really didn't see it.

He typed a sentence——

"During the competition, I deleted WeChat and Weibo, but I just installed it back today, so I didn't see it."

For the rest, he didn't say anything more.

He flipped through WeChat and saw several new friend requests from his contacts.

They don't seem to know each other, and I don't know where I got his WeChat ID.

Yan Yibing didn't care, put down the phone and closed his eyes.

Han Mo brought back the dried clothes, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Yan Yibing hunched over, tilted his head, and fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed.

The posture is quite distorted, and I will definitely have a neck pain when I wake up tomorrow morning.

Han Mo folded the clean clothes, walked around to Yan Yibing, and whispered, "Sleepy?"

Yan Yibing breathed evenly, and his dry and soft hair was messy on his forehead.

Han Mo had always known that his eyelashes were long, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to be longer than before.

Yan Yibing's eyelids were very thin, and shallow blood vessels could be vaguely seen near his eyebrows.

His eyelashes were curled at the tip, and their thick eyelashes fell into a small shadow under the lamp.

On the clean and damp skin, there is a faint smell of rose shower gel in the hotel.

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, wrapped his left hand around Yan Yibing's neck, and supported his knee with his right hand, turning him from a sitting position to a flat lay.

Yan Yibing snorted, his eyelids trembled, and his slightly warm cheeks rubbed against Han Mo's forearm.

"came back?"

He murmured unconsciously, his mouth was vague.

"Thank you, Master." Han Mo leaned closer to him, kissed him lightly on the face, covered him with a quilt, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the wash, Yan Yibing was already sound asleep.

The quilt was ripped to pieces, and the strap of Yan Yibing's nightgown was completely undone, and a thin white leg stuck out from under the quilt, dangling carelessly.

Han Mo leaned against the bed and admired it for a few seconds, then lifted the quilt and got on the bed.

It was dark, and there was no sound in the room.

Han Mo took the initiative to search for the heat source, and moved closer to Yan Yibing's side.

He reached out a hand, touched it tentatively, and couldn't help sighing softly: "There is nothing in the nightgown, you really trust me."

But after all, he had consumed too much energy today, and he was too tired.

So he just hugged Yan Yibing's waist from behind and quickly fell asleep.

Han Mo has been sleeping alone since she was very young.

He had long forgotten the feeling of having other people around him, to this day.

Yan Yibing was lying beside him. Yan Yibing was sleeping soundly, but his body exuded a comfortable temperature.

Yan Yibing didn't sleep honestly. From time to time, he would put his legs on him, or hook his forearm around his neck.

Arrogant, as if the whole bed was his own world.

It turns out that there are people around me who feel at ease and at ease, even breathing sweetly.

Han Mo firmly remembered this feeling in his mind.

It was not until the next morning that Yan Yibing opened his eyes.

The curtains were drawn, firmly blocking the sunlight, and he couldn't see the time, so he touched his phone and glanced at it.

It's already 10:30.

He suddenly woke up.

He didn't go back to his room yesterday, but slept with Han Mo.

He panicked.

Yan Yibing turned his head stiffly and glanced around.

Han Mo hadn't woken up yet, his breathing was long and deep, and his sleeping position was very obedient, well-behaved, like a big pillow.

Yan Yibing found that one of his legs was resting on Han Mo's body, and Han Mo's arm was hooked around his waist, his nightgown was wrinkled to the back, and his whole body was completely empty, which could be seen at a glance.

He kept this posture and slept with Han Mo all night.

If anyone accidentally came in and saw that they didn't order anything, Huang He wouldn't believe it.

but.

But it's not bad.

Huang He loves to believe it or not.

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo's profile and chuckled lightly.

He glanced at WeChat again, and found that none of the East Asia team had moved, including Lu Jianghe from his room and Sun Tianjiao from Hanmo's room.

This group of people was indeed exhausted, and they probably didn't sleep until the afternoon and couldn't wake up.

So he relaxed a little bit and thought for a while.

If someone asks why you didn't go back, just say...just say you lost your room card, and open another one with Han Mo.

If you are asked why it is a big bed room, just say that the hotel has no other rooms.

After he figured it out, he felt relaxed, so he put down his phone, took a rest, and fell asleep again without changing his position.

When he woke up again, he felt Han Mo's dishonest hand.

It's not dishonest either, Han Mo actually didn't do anything too much, he just caressed the skin around his waist lovingly.

The skin after applying the shower gel is smooth and delicate, with the unique flexibility of psoas muscles.

But Yan Yibing felt itchy.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Han Mo's fingers.

Han Mo was quietly held by him, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "Master, you..."

Yan Yibing's ears felt hot, and he said awkwardly and irritablely, "It's not normal, okay, I just woke up."

Han Mo supported the bed with his elbows, looked down at Yan Yi Bing, pursed his lips, and looked very serious: "Shall I help Master get it out?"

Yan Yibing's breath stagnates.

He had to admit that for a moment, his heart was numb, as if he had been passed by an electric current.

Han Mo's eyes were dark, his hair was scattered, and he had a handsome face that was just waking up.

When Han Mo said that sentence, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, his thin lips tensed, and his voice was sexy and low-pitched.

Does he want to?

Of course I do.

But what does Han Mo's pursed lips mean?

Could it be that you want to use your mouth!

Yan Yibing swallowed.

Is it appropriate for him to take advantage of Han Mo?

It's too inappropriate!

There is also a hint of oppression.

He knew that Han Mo would do anything for him, but he was not willing.

"No, I'm hungry and want to eat."

Yan Yibing pushed Han Mo's hand away, and quickly wrapped himself in a crumpled nightgown.

Then he turned over and got up, lifted the quilt, and took away the remaining warmth.

Han Mo was startled, his eyes drooped: "Okay."

He couldn't figure out why he couldn't make intimate movements even though he was already in a relationship.

He likes Yan Yibing, so he is fascinated by everything about him, and wants to get closer and deeper.

But Yan Yibing didn't seem to have such an impulse.

Yesterday's wine.

Han Mo's heart sank.

When Yan Yibing drank too much wine, it was easy for him to speak out of his head.

Yan Yibing had forgotten all about the nonsense that he wanted to be his girl, and the tearful apology on the cruise ship.

Maybe yesterday too.

It's just that I was stimulated by alcohol and said things that I don't need to be responsible for.

Yan Yibing paused when he saw the loneliness flashing in Han Mo's eyes.

But he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and couldn't think of what to say for a while, so he put on his slippers and ran away.

After he brushed his teeth, washed his face and tidied up everything, Han Mo had already changed his clothes.

Even the quilt is neatly made.

Yan Yibing frowned: "Do you also spread the quilt in the hotel?"

He didn't have the habit of laying out quilts. He just piled them on the bed after waking up every day. Anyway, his aunt helped clean them up.

He thought all men were like that.

But Han's living habits are much better than his, and his technique is still neat and neat, and the bed is almost the same as the hotel staff.

However, that gentle and charming atmosphere was also sorted out.

Yan Yibing was still in a daze.

Han Mo said softly, "Well, I'm used to it."

He used to live in a tough environment and had to be polite and disciplined enough to gain approval from others.

Yan Yibing touched his upper and lower lips, and looked at the bed again, feeling a little regretful.

If Han Mo hadn't cleaned up so neatly, he could still take a look at his abs or something.

Han Mo also went to the bathroom to wash up, a little faster than Yan Yibing, and when he came out, his face was dripping with water.

Yan Yibing smiled and said, "Why didn't you wipe it clean before it came out?"

Han Mo: "I'm afraid you will starve to death."

Yan Yibing was startled again.

When he said he was hungry, he was just saying it casually, and he was more worried that he would not be able to explain it if he didn't appear in front of everyone in time.

But he didn't refute, and rubbed his stomach: "Eat at the hotel at noon? My mother made a bunch of lists for me and asked me to go to the drugstore to buy them."

Yan Yibing lowered his head again, and glanced at the phone: "The battery is dead, I don't know if they are looking for us."

Han Mo: "It's okay, they also fell asleep yesterday, and many people haven't woken up yet."

Yan Yibing: "Oh."

For some reason, he suddenly felt that Han Mo was not in high spirits.

Because he didn't let Han Mo get it out for him?

Or was it because he jumped out of bed too quickly?

Yan Yibing wanted to explain, but felt that Han Mo might be out of bed, so he was a little embarrassed to talk about that aspect rashly.

They went downstairs and went back to their respective rooms. Yan Yibing found a charging cable to charge his phone. Lu Jianghe didn't come back at all yesterday, and slept in someone's room.

After charging, he realized that he was really hungry.

I didn't eat supper yesterday, and I didn't eat breakfast today.

His mobile phone was left in the room, so he went to Han Mo's room to find Han Mo.

Sun Tianjiao is here.

Sun Tianjiao had only just woken up, her eyes were swollen.

He was interrogating Han Mo: "What did you call our Ice God yesterday? Tell you, if you help Xiaoding come to my place to pry people, I will fight Xiaoding now!"

Han Mo was looking at his phone while charging: "Private matters."

Sun Tianjiao said, "You two have private matters?"

Yan Yibing pushed the door open in time, leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and said lazily, "Why can't we have private affairs?"

Sun Tianjiao raised her eyes and smiled: "Ancestor, remember to repost the blog of the patron's father, say a few sweet words, and also repost the interview of "E-Sports Home", as well as our club's official blog, and finally don't forget Recording a vlog of a trip to Korea for fans, a bonus."

Yan Yibing: "...Didn't you just wake up?"

Sun Tianjiao: "I can work even in my dreams."

Yan Yibing: "You are awesome."

Sun Tianjiao: "Thank you."

Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo and asked in a low voice, "Going to eat?"

Sun Tianjiao: "I haven't washed yet."

Yan Yibing didn't ask Sun Tianjiao, but stared at Han Mo.

Han Mo put down the phone: "Okay."

Sun Tianjiao stumbled out of bed: "Wait for me a while!"

Yan Yibing: "Let's go first, after you pack up, go find us."

Sun Tianjiao said angrily, "You don't love me anymore!"

Yan Yibing pretended not to hear.

The weather in Busan is good these days, the autumn is crisp and neither hot nor cold.

There were two days of playing time, and everyone did not act collectively, but did their own thing.

Yu Yan and Ding Luo planned to go directly to Jeju Island, and they would not go back with everyone, and their air tickets were all refunded.

Chen Chi is single and doesn't like to travel, so he returned to China early.

Han Mo accompanied Yan Yibing to the drug store for two days. They bought a bunch of things they didn't know at all, mainly because there were a lot of baby products in them. The shopping guides in the store all looked at them meaningfully. Bing was so embarrassed that he wanted to cover his face.

In the end, there were two whole boxes of odds and ends piled up, which was even more difficult than buying on behalf of others.

At noon on the third day, they flew back to Modu.

The small items in the box were all requested by Yan Yibing's mother and cousin, so Han Mo simply accompanied Yan Yibing to his house.

Yan's mother came out, with a smile on her gentle and dignified face: "Congratulations on winning the championship, mom is really proud of you."

The mother of Yan said "you" inadvertently.

No one cared, only Yan Yibing's eyes trembled slightly.

you.

Him and Han Mo.

If the mother can accept it smoothly, it's quite... sweet.

Yan Yibing leaned lazily on the sofa and fanned his neck: "Mom, I'm so exhausted, why do you need so many things?"

Yan's mother: "Hey, my colleagues know about you going to the competition. I can't refuse a lot of help. This time, thanks to Han Mo, I even brought it back for you."

Yan Yibing hummed.

Han Mo curled his lips: "It's okay, Auntie, you're welcome."

Yan's mother touched Han Mo's shoulder: "I know you are sensible, but don't give in to Yan Yibing too much, he is older than you. Let's eat at my house tonight, I will order hot pot."

Han Mo: "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Yan Yibing's Xinghe eyes drooped, and he pursed his lips with a smile.

His mother really likes Han Mo, after all, Han Mo is so mature and stable, sensible and sensible.

Anyway, Han Mo didn't have any of his shortcomings.

The two of them should be called... complementary.

Han Mo sat beside Yan Yibing, his eyes fell on his wrist, and he asked naturally, "Are your hands sore?"

The airport in Shanghai was too big, and he felt it was a burden for them to carry such heavy boxes all the time. Yan Yibing must have been even more tired.

Yan Yibing shook his wrist: "It's okay, it will be better tomorrow."

Han Mo squeezed it over: "I'll rub it for you."

Yan Yibing carelessly put his hand on Han Mo's.

Han Mo's massage has always been good, no worse than the club's physiotherapist.

Yan's mother glanced at her and frowned.

Sometimes she doesn't know if her son is sensible or not.

Han Mo was also tired, and he just came back, before he had a drink, he asked Han Mo to massage him so naturally.

No matter how good a friend is, they can't bear to give one-way all the time.

Obviously, they were quite polite when they got along with Liang Hefeng in the past, and they knew that they would come and go, borrow and repay, but when they came to Han Mo, they started to be informal.

This character, the woman who gets married in the future will definitely dislike it.

Yan's mother suddenly remembered: "By the way, don't you have Jia Yayun yet?"

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and asked in confusion, "Who?"

Yan's mother was helpless: "Yayun, Mao Yayun! What do you think you have in your head? I told you two or three times. After the game, add Yayun to chat. You have finished the game for several days, or Yayun added you first, but the mother said you didn't pass."

Yan Yibing frowned, and began to search in his memory.

Mao Yayun?

He remembered.

The daughter of his father's out-of-town client, who practices figure skating.

Yan's mother: "I also explained to you that you have too much entertainment after the game, and it is inconvenient to be abroad. I don't think people are very happy about it. You have to take the initiative! By the way, Yayun is in the tournament. The one who won the ranking is not the champion, but she is also very good. Remember to congratulate her. She is on vacation recently and has nothing to do. I plan to invite her to come to Shanghai to play around in the next two days. You take her to Disney, I I've found the way for you, Disney is good, it's quite atmospheric..."

Yan Yibing froze.

This matter has long been forgotten by him.

He was so busy training every day, and later he studied tactics and opponents. His mind was full of the game, and he had no time to think about it.

And he always listened to half of his mother's words and missed half of them, and he didn't pay attention at all.

He forgot to tell his mother that it was impossible for him to be with other girls.

The key is that Han Mo is still there.

cold!street!return!exist!Woolen cloth!

Han Mo paused, lowered his eyes, put down Yan Yibing's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'll go home first and rest for a while."

He was very restrained and not angry, but his lips were tight, his eyes were lowered, and he couldn't see his expression.

Han Mo stood up, didn't take the box, grabbed his backpack, and nodded slightly to Yan's mother.

Yan Yibing panicked.

He jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly shouted: "Han Mo!"

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, "You guys talk first, and I'll come back at night."

Even in this situation, he didn't show any inappropriateness.

He usually talks little and has a stern expression, so Yan's mother didn't notice anything.

But Yan Yibing felt his heart was pulled hard.

Annoyed, distressed, guilty, sour, I can't tell what it feels like.

It turns out that liking is this kind of feeling. To make the other party sad, I can't wait to slap myself a few times on the spot, and I can't wait to do my best so that the scene just now didn't happen.

Yan Yibing said to his mother in a mess: "I don't like Yayun, don't give me a blind date, I can't date her either."

Yan's mother said in a daze, "What?"

Han Mo had already opened the door and left.

Yan Yi Bing hurriedly chased him out, leaving behind a sentence: "I'll go to his house to find something!"

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: I want to be a good attacker and give Han Mo the gentlest first time, so I can't rush.

Han Mo:?