“Master…”
Han Mo murmured softly, tightly holding onto Yan Yibing’s waist and passionately kissing Yan Yibing’s lips.
Yan Yibing was taken aback, instinctively leaning back. Losing his balance, he ended up sitting on the ground, his palms scrambling to support himself on the soft sand.
The night-cooled sand on the beach was a bit chilly, making him shiver from the cold.
Fortunately, the sand wasn’t too hard. When he pressed his hand down, it sank in, burying his wrists.
Han Mo’s kiss was a bit forceful and a bit exciting, with the encouragement of alcohol.
Yan Yibing struggled to defend himself, attempting to raise his hand to pinch Han Mo’s neck. However, considering his sandy hands, he decided against it.
The palm of Han Mo’s hand on his waist felt warm, seemingly the only source of heat he could feel.
“…Not here,” Yan Yibing’s voice was fragmented.
Even though there were few people at this time, it would be embarrassing if someone saw them.
Although they weren’t public figures like celebrities, the East Asia Championship was highly popular, and the competition had just ended. Major TV stations were still broadcasting, so it was a sensitive time.
Han Mo’s eyes were wet as he murmured, “It’s not too much for me to just kiss you.”
Yan Yibing paused, unable to hold back a chuckle, whispering, “What kind of scumbag lines are these?”
Han Mo was puzzled.
Shaking his head, Yan Yibing said, “Never mind, just a joke. Let’s go back quickly. My pants are all wet.”
After all, the sand was wet, and he sat on the ground, soaked by seawater. His pants felt sticky, likely carrying a good amount of sand.
Returning to the room like this would undoubtedly invite questions from Lu Jianghe.
Everyone would probably think they went out to buy cigarettes or Korean snacks, maybe even expecting them to come back and share.
It was utterly ridiculous for the two of them to wet their pants on the beach in the dead of night.
Han Mo was unwilling to let go and leaned in again, kissing Yan Yibing’s lips a few more times before pulling away.
Yan Yibing felt like his lips were going numb.
Standing up from the sandy beach, he clapped his hands, and shook off the sand from his pants helplessly.
“I’ll have to wash my clothes tonight.”
“I’ll do it for you.” Han Mo’s hand moved downwards again.
“Cut it out.” Yan Yibing grabbed Han Mo’s wrist, squinting. “Although you’re at that age where you’re easily excited, you still need to learn to take things step by step.”
“Okay, only if Master agrees.” Han Mo blinked, nodding to indicate he understood Yan Yibing’s meaning.
Han Mo quickly took off his jacket and, without any suggestive intent, tied it around Yan Yibing’s waist.
Yan Yibing did have a slender waist, so Han Mo tightened the sleeves slightly, quickly securing the oversized short-sleeved shirt, preventing it from flapping in the wind.
Feeling like an old man, Yan Yibing waited for Han Mo to cover the wet part of his pants. He felt both soft and helpless.
In a foreign land, it seemed like all the pressures were distant. There was no need to worry about anything, just drink a bit, and emotions could be expressed impulsively.
But back in their own country?
What would his parents say?
What about the club?
After all, he was older than Han Mo. Some things had to be taken care of by him. He couldn’t let Han Mo hide everything; that wouldn’t be manly.
It had to be done slowly, and plans had to be made carefully.
“Did Master really agree?”
On the way back, Han Mo couldn’t help but ask again.
Yan Yibing furrowed his brow, muttering, “Stop calling me Master, it’s awkward.”
They had kissed so many times, yet Han Mo still called him Master, giving him a sense of shame about his ethics.
Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled as he teased, “Wife.”
Yan Yibing gave him a glance. “Get lost.”
Han Mo chuckled softly. “I like calling you master. It feels exciting. When I called you Captain before, it gave me the same feeling. Even though I called you Captain, deep down, I liked you and wanted to be closer to you.”
Yan Yibing looked at the dazzling night sky and sighed. “Little brother, you were not even seventeen back then.”
Unashamed, Han Mo said, “I first watched a video of your match when I was fifteen. I couldn’t get into the internet cafe because I was underage, and they wouldn’t let me in without an ID showing I was old enough. I stood outside, peering through the glass. It was freezing, and the railing on the cold glass was even colder. The closest computer to me was playing the invitational match you participated in at that time. The domestic broadcast happened to show your face. You were the captain, leading the team at the forefront. When you noticed the camera, you turned and smiled. I was stunned.”
Yan Yibing stopped in his tracks, looking at him with suspicion, disbelief written all over his face. “You were fifteen when I was… twenty, twenty-one? Are you serious? You were so young and already bent? You just glanced at me from outside the internet cafe?”
Recalling his arrogant and pretentious younger self, Yan Yibing felt it was hard to face.
He was arrogant, full of himself, and seldom faced setbacks. He dared to say all sorts of arrogant things, and luckily, the esports market wasn’t as regulated back then as it is now; otherwise, he would’ve been reported by haters and forced to retire long ago.
Han Mo smiled, “At that time, I didn’t have much awareness of liking someone. After all, there were many things that required my attention. It should’ve been admiration. I always thought gamers were those disheveled, hunched-over youths in internet cafes. When I first saw you, so handsome, with bright and lively eyes, different from everyone else, you seemed especially confident. They called you Bing Shen; they said you were the hope of Chinese FPS games. The guy watching the livestream was so excited; he even opened a bottle of beer.”
Yan Yibing vaguely remembered that at that time, many people idolized him.
Even Yu Yan, who now called him dad, decided to pursue a professional PUBG career after watching his matches.
But at that time, he never thought there would be fans wanting to sleep with him.
Han Mo continued, “I was also very excited. I stood outside watching the entire match you played, and when you won, holding the trophy and bowing, the whole internet cafe went crazy. I only then realized that so many people watched your matches at the internet cafe. The owner gave each of us a bottle of North Ice Ocean to celebrate. I heard the commentator introduce you, saying no one believed in you when you first became captain, and they thought Zero was going downhill. But you quickly proved that this was your era.”
“Okay… okay, enough flattery.” Yan Yibing couldn’t bear to listen to these exaggerated praises of him.
He was just an ordinary person with a bit of talent for gaming.
He couldn’t carry an era, and he couldn’t carry hope.
He didn’t even want to be a role model.
Han Mo’s tone couldn’t hide his infatuation. “At that time, my hands and feet were numb, and even my eyebrows had a thin layer of frost. But my heart was incredibly excited. I felt that I could play that game well too. I was sure I could stand beside you.”
“Later, when I joined Zero and saw you for the first time, leaning back in the esports chair, wearing headphones, smiling indifferently while watching the coach lecture us, your gaze scanning over twenty-something trainees. That’s when… I wanted your gaze to only land on me, to smile only at me.”
Yan Yibing licked his lips in response to this veiled confession.
This kind of indirect confession made him inexplicably happy.
He really wasn’t that serious, and his ethics were indeed questionable.
Yan Yibing decided to let the little wolf enjoy himself a bit, so he lowered his voice, “Then you’ve succeeded.”
Although he used to have plenty of energy and loved visiting the youth training camp, teaching the trainees was not his job, so he didn’t have a professional obligation.
He merely went to identify promising talents. If he found someone with potential, he would offer some guidance, just like his captain did for him in the past.
And Han Mo was the best in his eyes.
So, every time he visited the youth training camp, it was to see if Han Mo had made progress or made any mistakes.
As for Lei Ming saying he was biased.
He had to admit that he was indeed biased, he wasn’t a coach or a staff member responsible for the youth training camp, so of course, he could be biased.
He was biased and unapologetic about it.
Yan Yibing took a deep breath and walked a bit closer to Han Mo, asking, “Are you still hungry?”
It was past midnight.
Regular restaurants were already closed, but the small fried skewer shops were still open, though their cleanliness was questionable.
Apart from that, there were only convenience stores like 7-Eleven and Family Mart.
The sandwiches and rice balls from Japanese 7-Eleven were decent, but he hadn’t tasted anything delicious from other countries.
Han Mo checked his phone, “Your pants are wet, right? Let’s head back; the hotel should provide late-night snacks.”
“Okay.” Yan Yibing agreed. Wet pants were indeed inconvenient.
As they walked into the hotel lobby, both of them were quite exhausted.
They had been playing matches all day, then got excited at the restaurant for the evening, finally dispersed, and went to do something significant by the beach.
Just that significant thing was enough to savor for several days.
Entering the lobby, Han Mo went straight to the front desk.
Yan Yibing frowned and followed, “Is there anything missing from your room?”
Han Mo directly pulled out his credit card, “Help me open another room.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Some of the local Korean players and staff had left after the end of the match, leaving many vacant rooms in the hotel, so there was indeed availability.
But sleeping in the same room on the night they confirmed their relationship.
Shouldn’t this be postponed until tomorrow?
What happened to taking things step by step!
No!
Yan Yibing admitted that he didn’t have the energy to deal with that anymore.
“You—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Han Mo said to the front desk, “King-size bed.”
“Damn it.” Yan Yibing cursed under his breath, his face flushing. It seemed like the dissipated tipsiness was slowly creeping back up.
Han Mo smirked, whispering, “Master, what were you thinking? I was worried that you would get pestered by Lu Jianghe about your wet pants. I didn’t have any other intentions.”
The room was quickly arranged.
This room happened to be on the floor above their original room.
Han Mo pinched the card and didn’t even look at the price, just taking Yan Yibing to the elevator.
Leaning against the elevator wall, Yan Yibing snorted. “You say you only wanted to chat under the covers, why don’t you book a double bed?”
Han Mo innocently replied, “I said I just wanted to chat with you under the blanket. Do you believe me?”
Yan Yibing snorted lightly, “You better be.”
The corridor was empty, and even the corridor lights were dimmed, with no one around.
The self-service laundry room was on the top floor, equipped with washing machines and dryers. However, it required self-operation, and the whole process took at least an hour and a half.
But you could also leave the clothes in the laundry basket for hotel staff to wash, which would take longer, and they wouldn’t be returned until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.
Han Mo swiped the card, turning on the lights.
The room had the same layout as the one below, but the two single beds had been replaced by a king-size bed.
Yan Yibing pursed his lips. “I need to go downstairs to get new pants.”
Han Mo replied, “Then you’ll be seen by Lu Jianghe. What if he hasn’t slept yet? He’ll tell Yu Yan about it tomorrow.”
Yan Yibing frowned. “Then what should I do? I can’t just not wear pants.”
Han Mo suggested, “I’ll help Master get to the top floor to wash them, and you can take a shower first.”
Yan Yibing fell silent for a few seconds before smiling. “I change in front of you?”
Han Mo raised an eyebrow. “Do you need me to step aside?”
Yan Yibing took off Han Mo’s jacket and threw it over the back of a chair.
His short sleeves were wrinkled from being pulled tight around his waist, clinging to his abdomen and outlining the contour of his waist.
Yan Yibing’s fingers hesitated at the waistband of his pants, paused for a moment, then withdrew.
Don’t really scare the little wolf.
What if he becomes frigid at this age?
Even if you’re giving advice, you have to give him a treat.
Yan Yibing raised almond-shaped eyes, and looked at Han Mo. His voice lowered, slowly saying, “My hands are dirty.”
Han Mo was indeed smart.
He leaned over directly, pressing Yan Yibing against the wall next to the bathroom.
The wall wasn’t cold, but the wet pants tightly stuck to the skin felt a bit chilly.
Yan Yibing subconsciously tensed his lower abdomen, but soon, he didn’t dare to move recklessly.
Han Mo left him no room to maneuver, his fingers hooking onto the hem of his clothes and lifting them up.
“What color is Master wearing?”
Yan Yibing’s eyelashes trembled lightly, the back of his head against the wall, his soft and slightly messy hair falling onto his forehead.
“Guess.” Yan Yibing’s voice was tinged with a hint of teasing.
Han Mo’s breath hitched slightly at his question.
His voice was deep as he gently rubbed, “I guess it’s white.”
His fingers slid down, pulling down a section, and Yan Yibing felt a coolness around his waist.
Yan Yibing swallowed. “Wrong, it’s black, your favorite.”
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