DSF Chapter 86

Yan Yibing ruthlessly took off his pants, leaving Han Mo feeling dry-mouthed and tongue-tied. Then he went to take a shower.

Han Mo stood outside the tightly closed bathroom door, holding Yan Yibing’s pants, and chuckled softly.

He simply took off his own clothes, put on a robe, grabbed the room key, and headed to the top-floor laundry room.

At this hour, the laundry room was almost deserted, with only one machine occasionally running, and the owner nowhere to be seen.

Han Mo put the dirty clothes into the washing machine, bought detergent from the vending machine, and then pressed the buttons based on intuition. He heard the washing machine quickly starting its cycle.

The laundry room was adjacent to a small rooftop, where one could go up to have drinks or coffee.

With nothing else to do, Han Mo pushed the door and went up to the rooftop.

The wind outside was strong, after all, the sea was nearby, and even the wind carried a damp, salty smell.

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

Leaning against the railing, Han Mo took out a cigarette, and lit it against the wind.

He took a light puff and murmured, “It really is black, quite close-fitting.”

In the bathroom, Yan Yibing let the warm water flow down from the top of his head.

It washed away the exhaustion, the soreness, the sticky feeling of the sea breeze, and the smell of barbecue from his body.

He heard Han Mo leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

His words just now seemed a bit too wild, almost out of control.

If he hadn’t stopped in time, he felt Han Mo would definitely have taken advantage of the situation to grope around, and then he… wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Although he wasn’t unwilling, he felt like it would be a bit unfair to Han Mo.

Han Mo always tried to please him, prioritizing his happiness in everything, and it would probably be the same in that matter.

Clearly, he was the older one, so he should be more considerate of Han Mo’s feelings.

Today was just too exhausting.

Yan Yibing thought, when he had time, he should study more, understand enough about these matters, and then try with Han Mo.

He had to give Han Mo a warm, comfortable, and enjoyable first time.

Han Mo was still young, and he could probably endure discomfort and pain for him.

As a boyfriend, he should be observant, restrain his impulses, and let Han Mo enjoy himself first.

A qualified partner should be like this.

After finishing his shower and drying his hair, Yan Yibing noticed that Han Mo hadn’t returned yet.

Yan Yibing didn’t have spare clothes to change into for the moment, so he could only drape the robe over himself and sit on the king-size bed, waiting for Han Mo to come back.

Waiting for someone was quite boring.

He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, but most of them were variety shows and idol group performances.

He wasn’t interested in these and didn’t recognize anyone, so he yawned and turned off the TV.

After a while, he lifted the covers, slipped in, arched backward, leaned against the pillow, and started scrolling through his phone.

The competition was over, and they had won prizes. The forums must be buzzing with excitement, and esports influencers would surely praise them on Weibo. At times like this, it was necessary to acknowledge their achievements a little.

But as soon as he logged into Weibo and saw countless notifications, his vision blurred, and he immediately exited.

It could wait until tomorrow.

First, he should let his mom know he was safe.

He then opened WeChat.

The first thing he saw was the chat with Han Mo, whom he had pinned to the top.

The nickname was changed to “Boyfriend,” a bit too ostentatious but also very sweet.

However, he needed to be careful after returning to China.

Yan Yibing smiled with narrowed eyes and scrolled down.

In their family group chat, his parents had sent messages.

Mama Yan: “Take care of yourself outside, don’t catch a cold. Tell Mo Mo too, and make sure to sleep and wake up early.”

Papa Yan: “Keep it up, make our country proud.”

Mama Yan: “I watched your first day of the competition, it was great. Don’t rush, there will be plenty of opportunities.”

Papa Yan: “Keep going.”

Mama Yan: “The second day was great, you came first! Keep it up, stay humble!”

Papa Yan: “Your mom’s right.”

Mama Yan: “Congratulations, son! First place! You must be tired, so make sure to rest well. Don’t drink too much when you go out for dinner, it’s not good for your health.”

Papa Yan: “Come back early.”

Feeling warm inside, Yan Yibing replied to his parents’ messages with a smile.

Although these two disciplined old folks were probably already asleep by now, it would be good for them to see the messages in the morning.

Yan Yibing: “I’m back at the hotel, preparing to rest. Mom, if there’s anything you need me to buy, let me know. We have two days for shopping.”

After waiting for a while and getting no response, he left the family group chat. He scrolled through other messages from his cousin and cousin-in-law, Zero’s internal group, the league’s large group, high school classmates, and even messages from flower shops and cake shops customer service.

The red notification dots on the screen gradually decreased, and he just glanced at many of them without replying.

There were too many blessings to reply to, and he was already so tired that his eyelids were fighting to stay open. In the end, he numbly clicked through these message notifications.

Until he saw a long-awaited message from Liang Hefeng.

Since Liang Hefeng’s messages were from a few days ago, they were buried at the bottom.

Yan Yibing, struggling to keep his eyes open, found a bit of motivation to open them a little wider.

If he hadn’t stumbled upon it accidentally, he might have forgotten about Liang Hefeng.

After the victory in the competition, Liang Hefeng did not congratulate him.

He didn’t lack congratulations, but he felt uneasy.

He opened Liang Hefeng’s WeChat, where Liang Hefeng said, “Bing, Xie Feng won’t let me do live commentary at the venue, so I can only commentate on the live platform. If you have any interviews, remember to recommend my live stream room. Thanks.”

Yan Yibing deleted WeChat after coming here, so he naturally didn’t see Liang Hefeng’s message.

Now that the competition is over, it’s too late to recommend.

He remembered that Xie Feng came for commentary, and he indeed brought a small team, including Lemon.

They provided commentary on the official platform, where senior anchors in that small team could do live broadcasts on-site, attracting quite a bit of attention since it was live.

Since Liang Hefeng wasn’t part of that team, it indicated that he hadn’t yet integrated into Xie Feng’s team center.

Yan Yibing sighed, feeling that this was probably the extent of his relationship with Liang Hefeng.

When Liang Hefeng didn’t need him, he wouldn’t bother to find him.

But he must clarify this matter. It wasn’t that he was petty; he genuinely didn’t see it.

He typed a message—

“During the competition, I deleted WeChat and Weibo. Just reinstalled them today and didn’t see it.”

He didn’t say anything more.

He finished checking WeChat and saw several new friend requests in his contacts.

They all seemed unfamiliar, and he didn’t know where they got his WeChat ID from.

Yan Yibing ignored them, put down his phone, and closed his eyes.

Han Mo carried the dried clothes back. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Yan Yibing arching his back, tilting his head, and falling asleep against the bedhead.

The posture was quite twisted; he would definitely have a sore neck tomorrow morning.

Han Mo neatly folded the clean clothes, walked around to Yan Yibing’s side, and whispered, “Tired?”

Yan Yibing breathed evenly, his dry and soft hair scattered messily across his forehead.

Han Mo had always known he had long eyelashes. Getting closer, it seemed they had grown longer than before.

Yan Yibing’s eyelids were thin, and near the eyebrows, faint veins could be seen.

His curled eyelashes formed a small shadow under the light.

On his clean and moist skin, there was a subtle fragrance of the rose shower gel from the hotel.

Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he looped his left hand around Yan Yibing’s neck. With his right hand supporting Yan Yibing’s knee, he changed his sitting position to a lying one.

Yan Yibing made a murmuring sound, and his eyelids trembled. His slightly warm cheek rubbed against Han Mo’s forearm.

“Back?” he mumbled unconsciously, his words slurred.

“Master, you’ve worked hard.” Han Mo leaned in and lightly kissed his cheek, tucked him in with the blanket, and then went to take a shower himself.

When he came out clean, Yan Yibing was already fast asleep.

The blanket was twisted, and Yan Yibing’s robe belt was completely loose, with one slender leg poking out from the blanket, swinging casually.

Han Mo leaned against the bed for a few seconds, admiring the sight, then also lifted the blanket and got into bed.

The night was deep, and there wasn’t a sound in the room.

Han Mo actively sought warmth and moved closer to Yan Yibing.

He reached out with one hand and tentatively touched, couldn’t help but sigh lightly, “There’s nothing inside your robe. You really trust me.”

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

So he just hugged Yan Yibing’s waist from behind and soon fell asleep.

Since he was very young, Han Mo had been sleeping alone.

He had long forgotten the feeling of having someone next to him, until today.

Yan Yibing lay beside him, sleeping soundly but emitting a comfortable warmth.

Yan Yibing was not a quiet sleeper. Occasionally, he would drape his legs over Han Mo’s body or hook his neck with his forearm.

Arrogantly, as if the entire bed was his domain.

It turns out, having someone by your side felt so secure and comforting, a feeling so sweet it permeates even his breath.

Han Mo firmly imprinted this feeling in his mind.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Yan Yibing opened his eyes.

The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunlight, so he couldn’t see the time. He reached for his phone and glanced at it.

Surprisingly, it was already ten-thirty.

He suddenly became alert.

He hadn’t returned to his own room last night; instead, he had slept with Han Mo.

Panic set in.

Yan Yibing stiffly turned his head, glancing at his side.

Han Mo was still asleep, his breathing long and deep, his sleeping posture very obedient, like a large body pillow.

Yan Yibing noticed that one of his legs was draped over Han Mo’s body, and Han Mo’s arm was around his waist. His robe had wrinkled and bunched up to his back, leaving him completely exposed.

They had maintained this position and slept together all night.

If someone accidentally walked in and saw them like this, claiming they didn’t do anything would be as unbelievable as denying the existence of the Yellow River.

But…

It wasn’t bad either.

Whatever others thought was none of his damn business.

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

He checked WeChat again and found that there was no activity from the members of the East Asia squad, including Lu Jianghe in his room and Sun Tianjiao in Han Mo’s room.

They must have been exhausted, and probably wouldn’t wake up until afternoon.

So, he relaxed a bit more, pondering for a moment.

If someone asked why he didn’t go back, he’d say… he lost his room key card, and then he and Han Mo got another one.

If asked why it was a king-size bed, he’d say the hotel didn’t have any other rooms available.

Once he figured it out, he felt a sense of relief. He put down his phone, stretched, didn’t change his position, and drifted back to sleep.

When he woke up again, he felt Han Mo’s restless hand.

It wasn’t exactly restless; Han Mo hadn’t done anything excessive. He was simply affectionately caressing the skin around Yan Yibing’s waist.

The skin, coated with shower gel, was smooth and delicate, with the flexibility characteristic of the waist muscles.

But Yan Yibing found it ticklish.

He closed his eyes, reaching down to firmly grasp Han Mo’s fingers.

Han Mo, quiet in his grip, remained silent for a moment before softly saying, “Master, you… are.”

Yan Yibing’s ears burned hot, feeling embarrassed and somewhat agitated. “That’s not normal, okay? I just woke up.”

Han Mo propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, and looked down at Yan Yibing, his expression serious as he pursed his lips. “Shall I help Master with that?”

Yan Yibing’s breath hitched.

He had to admit, for that brief moment, his heart felt tingling sensations, as if an electric current had passed through him.

Han Mo’s eyes were deep black, his messy hair framing a handsome face that looked even more attractive after just waking up.

When Han Mo said those words, his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, his lips pursed slightly, and his voice became a sexy, deep, and husky whisper.

Did he want it?

Of course he did.

But what did Han Mo mean by pursing his lips?

It couldn’t be he wanted to use his mouth!

Yan Yibing swallowed hard.

Was it appropriate for him to take advantage of Han Mo like this?

Definitely not!

There was also a hint of oppressive undertones.

He knew Han Mo would do anything for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of it.

“No need, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”

Yan Yibing pushed away Han Mo’s hand, quickly wrapping himself in his crumpled robe.

Then he got out of bed, taking a piece of lingering warmth with him as he pulled the covers aside.

Han Mo was momentarily stunned, his eyes lowered. “Okay.”

He couldn’t understand why, even though they were in a relationship, they couldn’t engage in intimate actions.

He liked Yan Yibing, so he was fascinated by everything about him, wanting to be closer, more intimate.

But Yan Yibing seemed to lack that urge.

Last night’s drinks.

Han Mo’s heart sank.

Yan Yibing drank too much, and under the influence of alcohol, he often spoke without thinking.

Once he babbled about wanting to dress up as a girl, and the tearful apology on the cruise. Yan Yibing had forgotten it all.

Perhaps yesterday was the same.

Just influenced by alcohol, saying things without responsibility.

Yan Yibing noticed the fleeting loneliness in Han Mo’s eyes, and his movements paused.

But he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom and couldn’t think of what to say, so he quickly put on his slippers and ran off.

When he came back after brushing his teeth and washing his face, Han Mo had already changed clothes.

Even the quilt was neatly arranged.

Yan Yibing furrowed his brow. “You even tidy up the hotel’s blanket?”

He didn’t have the habit of making his bed; he would just toss the covers aside every morning, knowing the maid would take care of it.

He thought all guys were like that.

But Han Mo’s living habits were much better than his, and his technique was clean and efficient. That bed looked almost as neat as when the hotel staff arranged it.

However, that hint of tenderness and romance seemed to be gone after the tidying.

Yan Yibing was a little dazed.

Han Mo spoke softly, “Yeah, it’s a habit.”

He had grown up in a difficult environment where he had to be polite and obedient to gain others’ approval.

Yan Yibing lightly pursed his lips and glanced at the bed again, feeling somewhat regretful.

If Han Mo hadn’t tidied up so neatly, he could still sneak a peek at those abs.

Han Mo also went to the bathroom to freshen up, a bit faster than Yan Yibing. When he came out, there were tiny water droplets dripping from his face.

Yan Yibing chuckled, “Why didn’t you dry off before coming out?”

Han Mo replied, “I was afraid you’d starve.”

Yan Yibing was once again taken aback.

He only mentioned being hungry casually, more worried about not showing up in front of everyone on time.

However, he didn’t argue, instead, he rubbed his stomach. “Have lunch at the hotel? My mom gave me a long list and asked me to buy things at the drugstore.”

Yan Yibing lowered his head again, glancing at his phone. “The phone’s out of battery. I wonder if they’ve been looking for us.”

Han Mo replied, “It’s fine. They were all still sleeping messily yesterday, and many haven’t woken up yet.”

Yan Yibing said, “Oh.”

Somehow, he suddenly felt that Han Mo was not in high spirits.

Was it because he didn’t let Han Mo help him with that?

Or because he got off the bed too quickly?

Yan Yibing wanted to explain but felt embarrassed to bring up such matters abruptly, fearing Han Mo might be in a bad mood after just waking up.

They went downstairs, each returning to their own rooms. Yan Yibing found a charging cable to charge his phone. Lu Jianghe hadn’t come back at all yesterday; he didn’t know whose room he had slept in.

While waiting for the phone to charge, he realized he was actually hungry.

He hadn’t eaten any supper last night, and he skipped breakfast today.

His phone was in his room, so he went to Han Mo’s room to find him.

Sun Tianjiao was there.

Sun Tianjiao had just woken up, his eyes still puffy.

He was questioning Han Mo, “What important matters did you discuss with our Bing Shen yesterday? I’m telling you, if you’re helping Xiao Ding poached him, I’ll go fight Xiao Ding right now!”

Han Mo was charging his phone while looking at it. “Private matters.”

Sun Tianjiao smacked his lips. “You two have private matters?”

Yan Yibing pushed the door open in time, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and lazily said, “Why can’t we have private matters?”

Sun Tianjiao raised his eyes, smiling. “Zuzong, remember to repost all of Sponsor Dad’s Weibo posts, say a few sweet words in the interview with Esports Home, don’t forget the official Weibo of our club, and finally, remember to record a Korean trip vlog for the fans as a bonus.”

Yan Yibing said, “…Weren’t you just waking up?”

Sun Tianjiao replied, “I can work even in my dreams.”

Yan Yibing said, “You’re amazing.”

Sun Tianjiao said, “Thank you.”

Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo and asked in a low voice, “Shall we go eat?”

Sun Tianjiao said, “I haven’t washed up yet.”

Yan Yibing didn’t ask Sun Tianjiao; instead, he focused on Han Mo.

Han Mo put down his phone. “Okay.”

Sun Tianjiao stumbled out of bed. “Wait for me a bit!”

Yan Yibing said, “We’ll go first, and you can find us after you’re done.”

Sun Tianjiao pouted. “You don’t love me anymore!”

Yan Yibing pretended not to hear.

The weather in Busan was nice these days, with clear autumn skies, not too cold or hot.

With two days of free time, everyone didn’t move as a group but did their own thing.

Yu Yan and Ding Luo were planning to go directly to Jeju Island and wouldn’t return with everyone. They had already refunded their plane tickets.

Chen Chi, a single man, didn’t care much for traveling and went back to China early.

Han Mo accompanied Yan Yibing to the drugstore for two days, buying a bunch of things they didn’t recognize, mainly including a lot of baby products. The clerks in the store kept giving them meaningful looks, making Yan Yibing feel so embarrassed he wanted to hide his face.

In the end, the miscellaneous items filled two boxes, almost like they were competing with professional buyers.

On the third day at noon, they flew back to Magic City.

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

Yan Yibing’s mother welcomed them, her face showing a gentle smile. “Congratulations on winning the championship. Mom is truly proud of you guys.”

Yan Yibing’s mother inadvertently said “you guys.”

No one else paid attention, but Yan Yibing’s eyes trembled slightly.

“You guys.”

He and Han Mo.

If his mom could smoothly accept it, it would be quite… heartwarming.

Yan Yibing lazily leaned on the sofa, fanning himself. “Mom, I’m so tired. Why do you need so many things?”

His mother sighed. “Oh, everyone at my work knew about your competition, and so many asked for favors. I couldn’t refuse. Thanks to Han Mo this time, he even helped you carry everything back.”

Yan Yibing snorted.

Han Mo smiled. “It’s nothing, Auntie. Don’t be polite.”

Yan Yibing’s mother patted Han Mo’s shoulder. “I know you’re thoughtful, but don’t always spoil Yan Yibing too much. He’s older than you. You can eat at my house tonight, I will order hot pot.”

Han Mo said, “Okay, thank you, Auntie.”

Yan Yibing’s eyes softened as he lowered them, lips curving with a smile.

His mom really liked Han Mo. After all, Han Mo was so mature, sensible, and knew his boundaries.

Anyway, whatever flaws Yan Yibing had, Han Mo didn’t have them.

They should be called… complementary.

Han Mo sat next to Yan Yibing, his gaze falling on Yan Yibing’s wrist as he asked naturally, “Is your hand sore?”

Magic City Airport was too big, and they carried such heavy boxes the whole way. Han Mo felt it was a burden, and Yan Yibing must be even more tired.

Yan Yibing shook his wrist. “It’s okay, it’ll be better tomorrow.”

Han Mo reached over and squeezed it. “Let me massage it for you.”

Yan Yibing nonchalantly placed his hand in Han Mo’s palm.

Han Mo’s massages were always good, no worse than the club’s therapists.

Yan Yibing’s mother glanced over and furrowed her brows.

Sometimes she didn’t know if her son was sensible or not.

Han Mo was tired too, having just come back, and hadn’t even had a sip of water, yet Yan Yibing so naturally asked him to massage his hand.

Even the best of friends couldn’t bear to always give without receiving.

Clearly, he used to be quite polite when interacting with Liang Hefeng before. He understood the concept of give and take, but now with Han Mo, he started to disregard such things.

This personality, if he got married in the future, the woman would definitely find fault with it.

Suddenly, Yan Yibing’s mother remembered, “Oh, have you not added Yayun yet?”

Yan Yibing looked up, puzzled. “Who?”

His mother sighed. “Yayun, Mao Yayun! What’s going on in your head? I’ve told you two or three times already. Add Yayun after the competition and chat with her. It’s been several days since the competition ended, and she added you first, but her mom said you didn’t accept.”

Yan Yibing furrowed his brows, rummaging through his memory.

Mao Yayun?

He remembered now.

She was the daughter of his dad’s client from out of town, practicing figure skating.

Yan Yibing’s mother said, “I even explained for you, saying that you had too many social events after the competition, and it was inconvenient being abroad. I can see they weren’t very happy about it. You need to take the initiative! Oh, and by the way, Yayun got a ranking in the tournament. Although it’s not first place, it’s still impressive. Remember to congratulate her. She’s been on vacation recently with nothing to do, so I’m planning to invite her to Magic City for a few days. You can take her to Disneyland. I’ve mapped out the route for you. Disneyland is good, has a great atmosphere…”

Yan Yibing froze.

He had completely forgotten about this matter.

With training every day being so busy, then studying tactics and opponents, his mind was filled with the competition, leaving no space to think about this matter.

Plus, he always only half-listened to his mom’s words, never taking them seriously.

He forgot to tell his mom that he and other girls were not possible.

And the key point was, Han Mo was still here.

Han! Mo! Is! Still! Here!

Han Mo’s movements paused. Lowering his gaze, he let go of Yan Yibing’s hand and said softly, “I’ll go home first and rest for a while.”

He restrained himself, not showing any anger, but his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were lowered, concealing his expression.

Han Mo stood up, didn’t even take the boxes, grabbed his own backpack, and nodded lightly to Yan Yibing’s mother.

Yan Yibing panicked.

He leaped off the sofa, shouting hastily, “Han Mo!”

Han Mo swallowed hard, murmuring, “You two talk first, I’ll come over later.”

Even in this situation, he didn’t show the slightest bit of inappropriateness.

He usually spoke little and was reserved, so Yan Yibing’s mother didn’t notice anything unusual.

However, Yan Yibing felt as if his heart had been forcefully pulled.

Regret, heartache, guilt, bitterness… he couldn’t describe the feeling.

So this is what it feels like to like someone, to make them sad to the point where you want to slap yourself, to desperately try to make the previous scene disappear.

Yan Yibing blurted out to his mother in a mess, “I don’t like Mao Yayun at all, please don’t set me up with her, I can’t marry her anyway.”

Yan Yibing’s mother was bewildered. “What?”

Han Mo had already pushed the door open and left.

Yan Yibing rushed out in a frenzy, leaving behind the words, “I’m going to his place to find something!”

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Author’s Message:

Yan Yibing: I want to be a good top, giving Han Mo the gentlest first time. So, I can’t rush it.

Han Mo: ?

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