dissatisfied [e-sports]

Before Yan's mother realized what was going on, Yan Yibing had already rushed out after Han Mo.

It was the first time she saw her lazy son so energetic, as fast as a gust of wind.

Yan's mother patted the back of the sofa that was crushed by Yan Yibing, and muttered: "You are frizzy, what's wrong?"

Yan Yibing chased Han Mo for more than ten meters.

Han Mo had long legs and walked fast, and he didn't intend to wait for him.

After finally catching up, Yan Yibing moved his lips and struggled again, it's hard to say anything in broad daylight.

He could only follow Han Mo, striding forward.

Han Mo walked to the door of the house, pressed his fingerprints, opened the door and entered the house, Yan Yibing was afraid that he would shut him out, so he hurriedly held the doorknob.

Fortunately, Han Mo didn't mean to shut him up, so he went into the house and closed the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, Han Mo stretched out his hand to turn on the light, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, "Master, what are you doing here? I'm really tired and want to sleep for a while."

Yan Yibing grabbed Han Mo and made him face her.

As a result, Han Mo lowered his eyes, his eyes were long and narrow, and he didn't look at him at all.

Yan Yibing didn't listen to his excuses, frowned, and whispered: "Come on, are you angry?"

In the 25 years before Yan Yibing's life, he basically never did anything to deceive others.

Most of the time, others are coaxing him, coaxing him to study hard, coaxing him to play e-sports, coaxing him to endorse live broadcasts, coaxing him to win championships in competitions.

It's no wonder that Yu Yan called him Missy, he is often in the upper hand when it comes to getting along with people.

However, his personality is that he rarely blushes with others.

However, he suddenly discovered recently that coaxing people does not require acquired learning.

What a stupid straight guy, it's not because he doesn't know how to make people feel better, it's because he's too lazy to do it, so he pretends to be stupid.

Anyone with a normal IQ can tell if the people around them are angry or jealous.

For example, now, Han Mo said that he was just tired and wanted to sleep for a while, but he was definitely angry and jealous.

Han Mo's eyelids trembled twice, he didn't say anything to deny it, he just threw his backpack on the carpet, raised his legs and walked towards the sofa.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, Yan Yibing followed.

Yan Yibing held Han Mo's face with his hands, forced him to look at him, and then began to explain.

"I was wrong about this matter. My mother did mention it to me before, but I didn't take it to heart. I forgot to tell her that I should deal with these situations before agreeing to fall in love with you. I was wrong. .”

He doesn't have any bad temper of machismo, and he feels that admitting his mistakes is a loss of face.

Probably at home, his parents set a good example for him.

Han Mo leaned on the sofa, looked up at Yan Yibing, his eyelashes trembled twice, his cheeks were squeezed a little funny, but he still didn't speak, but he didn't stop Yan Yibing from continuing.

Yan Yibing thought it was troublesome to stand and bend his waist, so he took a step forward and sat directly on Han Mo's lap.

This action was actually quite ambiguous, but he didn't have time to think about it that much, he just hoped that Han Mo would not run away and kept watching him while talking.

He didn't completely put his whole body weight on Han Mo's body, he still exerted strength on his legs, but just barely pressed against Han Mo.

Han Mo pursed his lower lip, but still did not move.

Yan Yibing frowned, and whispered: "At that time, I didn't understand what I wanted, and I felt that I was on the verge of being broken, and I was a little panicked. When my mother mentioned it, I agreed casually. You too You know, I have never paid much attention to the blind date. It is because I have to deal with my mother’s tasks. Otherwise, it would be impossible to fail so many times. I wanted to refuse, but when your team came to Xinchen, he always pestered me. Looking at you, I didn't know why I felt awkward at that time, I was a little angry, so I forgot to tell my mother, and later, I was too busy with training, so I forgot."

Han Mo took a deep breath, and finally spoke, his voice was deep and hoarse: "But every time you go on a blind date, you dress very formally."

Yan Yibing couldn't argue, and said helplessly: "On that one time, you saw it very formally. That time, my mother supervised the whole process and forced me to wear it. You saw it too. I don't know how to please the woman, and I'm not interested in following her completely. What do people who don't know develop?"

The curtains in the house are tightly covered, even if the sun is shining outside and the weather is clear, the indoors still have to rely on the light.

The lights are turned down from top to bottom, and the vast expanse of whiteness does not make people feel happy, but instead makes the atmosphere a little tense.

Han Mo's eyes wandered, and he suddenly murmured: "Does Master really like me, or is it because he drank too much that day?"

Yan Yibing was startled, he didn't expect Han Mo to even question his consent to a relationship.

The atmosphere was so good that day. After drinking some wine, the sea breeze was blowing, the evening lights were shining, and there was no one else on the beach, he agreed to Han Mo, and then took the initiative to kiss her.

It can be listed as NO.1 of the romantic things he has done in his life.

Seeing that Yan Yi Bing hadn't spoken for a long time, Han Mo smiled lightly, but his eyes were slightly red, and there was water in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. If the master can't accept it for a while, don't force it. I took the initiative."

He actually found a good excuse for Yan Yibing, and left a step for Yan Yibing to go down.

It’s over.

Yan Yibing cursed secretly in his heart.

He knew it was a big deal today.

Looking at Han Mo's red eyes, he felt as if he had been soaked in a carbonated drink, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Yibing said anxiously: "I can get drunk with a bottle of sake? It's not like you don't know how much I can drink. If I don't like you, why should I wrong myself to be with you? Do you have something to do with me, or me? What do I have to ask you for? I've never been in a relationship before, and it's hard to make a fake one. I'm sick? You kissed and hugged me, and basically saw me all, I... ...I didn't care about anything, so I still like you? You try to change someone, and I won't send him to the hospital?"

Han Mo raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yi Bing.

Yan Yibing was still in a hurry, his lips were slightly dry, and he simply hooked Han Mo's neck: "I am indeed wrong about this matter, but you must not misunderstand that I am all fake. My mother asked me to take this Miss Mao Going to Disneyland, I was busy, hot and tired, and I knew at that time that I would definitely not want to go, and later... Later on Valentine’s Day, you also want to go, I agreed without much thought, and then I You know, I'm not too lazy to fall in love, it mainly depends on who I'm with, if it's you, I'm willing."

Han Mo moved his lips and murmured, "So Master really only likes me?"

Yan Yibing leaned over and kissed Han Mo on the lips: "Yes, yes, I only like you, don't be angry, I'll go back and find a way to push her away from my mother."

He kissed twice, and went to look at Han Mo's eyes.

See if the redness in the corner of his eyes dissipates, and see if the water in his eyes disappears.

Han Mo stretched out his hand and put it around Yan Yi Bing's waist, just hugging him like this, raised his head, and entangled with Yan Yi Bing's lips and teeth.

Yan Yibing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is considered to forgive him, not to be angry.

While biting Han Mo's lips lightly, he thought to himself.

The little wolf dog is easy to coax, he doesn't lose his temper, he doesn't yell, he just keeps silent when he gets angry, his eyes are downcast, he is awkward by himself, he can't even slam the door, and he doesn't dare to talk to him vent.

Han Mo's temper is really good.

His mother always dislikes that no one can stand him, isn't that true, Han Mo can stand him.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was going too far.

In all fairness, if it were him, he knew that the other party still had a blind date to deal with just after confirming the relationship, and he was going to go to Disney to cultivate their relationship, which would definitely make the whole family feel uneasy.

He panted lowly and said to Han Mo: "In the future, if something makes you angry, you can lose your temper with me, don't hold back."

Han Mo paused, opened a gap, and said in a low voice and seriously: "I don't want to part with it."

Yan Yibing sighed secretly.

Poor puppy.

Being angry and jealous is temporarily over, but how can you be happy?

His lips were already flushed from Han Mo's kiss, slightly congested, and he tried to entangle his lips and teeth, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

They've kissed too many times and it's not enough.

He straightened up, took a deep breath, lowered his head slowly, and the roots of his ears gradually became hot and red.

He stretched out his hand to lift up his shirt, held it between his teeth, and the tip of his tongue touched the soft and dry cloth, and the moisture was instantly absorbed.

The coating on the tongue became astringent and tasted a little salty.

This action alone was enough to make him blush from the base of his ears to his chest.

The clothes were pulled up, and Han Mo's arms were around his waist, pressing against his skin without hindrance.

The ups and downs of his every breath, no matter how slight, can be fully felt.

Yan Yibing's eyes trembled slightly, his face was blushing to the point of bleeding, he remembered that Han Mo said that if he wanted to eat cherries, then this posture was quite...suitable.

No matter how much, he really couldn't do it.

He raised his eyes, his eyelids were deeply folded, and his almond-shaped eyes looked at Han Mo with watery eyes. He was shy and impatient, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that a small piece of fabric was wet.

Han Mo took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Is Master feeding me candy?"

Yan Yibing held his clothes in his mouth, slurred his speech, stumbled and forcibly calmed down: "Then, do you want to eat?"

Han Mo slid his palm upwards and smiled lowly: "Eat."

Nothing was prepared in the house, everything was not complete, and of course they could not have done more.

But even so, it took a whole hour.

Yan Yibing rolled over from Han Mo's lap, and lazily went to the sofa. His shirt was rolled up, and he didn't bother to pull it down.

Looking at Han Mo's expression, he probably doesn't mean to be angry anymore, and he is in a good mood.

Yan Yibing looked at the ceiling, comforting himself.

He is old and always wants to coax the children.

It's like a boyfriend who makes his girlfriend angry and buys a bag to make amends.

It's just that Han Mo doesn't need a bag, he needs his dedication.

Han Mo went to the bathroom, came back after a while, took the initiative to go to Yan Yi Bing's side, knelt down on the carpet, and kissed the corner of Yan Yi Bing's eyes.

The physiological tears in Yan Yibing's eyes were still wet when he kissed him, his eyelashes trembled, and the fluffy brush brushed Han Mo's lips.

Yan Yibing snorted softly, and grabbed a few strands of Han Mo's hair: "When will I go back with me, my mother should think about it."

He went out and said in a hurry to find something, but what could take so long to find?

When I go back, I have to make up a new set of rhetoric.

Han Mo didn't hide from his messy hair, but put his hand on Yan Yibing's knee, and gently rubbed it.

"It's all right."

Yan Yibing sat on his knees for too long, and his knees were bound to be numb without bleeding.

Yan Yibing muttered in a low voice, "I'm a little sleepy. I just got off the plane and came home, so I haven't had time to rest for a while."

Han Mo thought about the whole process of Yan Yibing's coaxing him, he worked really hard.

Especially in the end, even the most stupid method was used.

In fact, he didn't have to have trouble with someone Yan Yibing had never met.

Yan Yibing admitted that it wasn't that he calmed down by talking nonsense after drinking, but after he calmed down, he couldn't immediately feel at ease.

But Yan Yi Bing would coax him with shame, he was a little surprised.

If he didn't even have a condom around him, he was really afraid that he couldn't help it.

Han Mo asked: "Sleep for a while before going back?"

Yan Yibing shook his head: "Farewell, or my mother will definitely think I quarreled with you again."

Han Mo: "Eat hot pot at night, I really should have gone to help earlier."

He is very sensible, it is impossible for Yan Yibing's parents to prepare everything and ask him to eat.

Even if there is a nanny to help at home, he should help.

Yan Yibing: "Change your clothes, and bring me whatever you want to take home. Don't let my mother think that I went home empty-handed."

Han Mo: "I don't have anything at home."

Yan Yibing raised his hand: "Give me a mobile hard drive, and say that I came to your place to copy photos, and they were taken in Busan."

Han Mo: "Okay, I'll look for it."

Han Mo went to the TV cabinet to look for the mobile hard drive.

Most of the players' mobile hard drives stored valuable game videos, and Han Mo didn't buy extra mobile hard drives. The ones Yan Yibing took were the club's internal information.

Yan Yibing didn't understand, he frowned, and returned it: "This one doesn't work, is there a new one?"

After all, they are two teams, no matter what the relationship is, they still have to avoid suspicion.

He also won't hand over Zero's information to Han Mo.

Han Mo shook his head: "No, I'm not a computer control either."

Yan Yibing rubbed his hair, wrinkled his nose and said, "Okay, I'll take it back first, show it to my mother before you take it back."

Han Mo: "I believe in you."

Yan Yibing said seriously: "It's better to distinguish between public and private in such matters."

After taking the mobile hard drive, Han Mo changed into a new set of clothes, and there was nothing wrong with them here.

Yan Yibing sat up from the sofa, stepped on the carpet, and was about to get up.

The cloth wrapped around his body drooped under the force of gravity, and he didn't notice it for a while, and his palm pressed the corner of the jacket.

The moment he got up, his shirt was pulled tight and pressed against his skin.

Yan Yibing's movements froze, his expression changed, and he cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

Han Mo was slightly startled, and looked back at him, not knowing what made him unhappy again.

With a sullen face, Yan Yibing stepped on the carpet and walked a few steps. The fabric of his jacket swayed and brushed against key parts.

Usually he doesn't feel anything, but now, it's a little tingling, even if it is lightly brushed, it will cause a big reaction.

Yan Yi Bing walked a few steps on his own, the intermittent stinging pain couldn't be ignored, he couldn't help but arched his back and grabbed his chest to prevent his clothes from rubbing there.

Han Mo came to his senses, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and coaxed in a low voice: "Sorry, I'll be lighter next time."

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth, feeling ashamed and angry: "There will be no next time!"

Han Mo leaned over, pursed his lips, and looked at Yan Yibing's chest.

He was also very helpless, and he couldn't help Yan Yibing any more, so he had to give in: "I have no experience, I will uh...don't need to bite my teeth."

Yan Yibing scolded angrily: "Go away."

The two of them are really close.

After walking 200 meters, he returned to Yan Yibing's house.

Yan's mother opened the door, a little impatient: "You didn't bring your mobile phone, what are you doing in such a hurry, it's been a long time, I can't reach you even if I want to contact you."

Yan Yi Bingyun changed his shoes calmly, and shook the mobile hard drive in his hand: "Going to copy photos of Busan, there are quite a lot of them, and the computer crashed a few times."

Yan's mother: "Why are you in such a hurry to take pictures, I thought you two were arguing again."

Han Mo bent his eyes: "No, Master copied the photos, I slept for a while."

Yan's mother nodded, and said kindly: "Momo has worked really hard, have you rested?"

Han Mo nodded: "Very good."

Yan Yibing arched his back, drooped his eyes, and climbed upstairs with a mobile hard drive: "I haven't rested yet, I'm going to sleep for a while."

Yan's mother shouted from downstairs: "You straighten your back, as if you have no bones."

Han Mo quickly followed, and said softly, "My fault, I'll give him a massage."

Yan's mother became embarrassed again: "Oh, you don't need to give him a massage, otherwise he will always bully you."

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth fiercely, feeling overwhelmed with grievances.

He really wanted to turn around and complain to his mother.

Who the hell is bullying whom!