As soon as they entered the room, Yan Yibing immediately took off his shirt and looked down at his chest.
Hmm… still red.
He pursed his lips in frustration, raised his hand to close the door, wanting to keep Han Mo outside.
But he didn’t use much force, and with a gentle push from Han Mo, he effortlessly entered.
Yan Yibing turned his face away, lying on the bed with a thin blanket draped over him, eyes closed.
Han Mo chuckled lightly, calling out to him, “Master?”
Yan Yibing didn’t open his eyes or respond.
Han Mo turned to the door and locked it, hearing the click of the lock, Yan Yibing lifted his eyelids.
With the door locked, Han Mo was sure no one would barge in, so he walked to Yan Yibing’s bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down.
Yan Yibing’s bed wasn’t large, and while it wasn’t exactly spacious for two people, it was sufficient.
Yan Yibing was startled, opening his almond-shaped eyes slightly, and whispered, “What are you doing?”
Han Mo leaned a bit closer to him, shook the blanket, and draped it over his head, whispering, “Got up too early in the morning, I’m tired too.”
Yan Yibing’s breath hitched. He subconsciously glanced towards the door.
Although the door was already locked, and his mom wouldn’t just barge in, having Han Mo sleeping in his bed was still a bit exciting.
With the blanket over his head, although his breathing felt a bit stuffy, there was a sense of added protection.
Yan Yibing shuffled into the bed, making space for Han Mo.
“If I knew you’d do this, you might as well have stayed home to sleep.”
Han Mo replied calmly, “Can’t sleep well without Master.”
Yan Yibing grunted, “Ridiculous, you’ve been sleeping alone for over ten years.”
Han Mo candidly said, “Well, having a boyfriend means you don’t have to sleep alone.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Han Mo turned on his side, reached out, and wrapped his arm around Yan Yibing’s waist. “Shall I give Master a massage?”
Yan Yibing chuckled angrily, glaring at him. “Cut it out, won’t it hurt more if you massage?”
Han Mo buried his head again and said hoarsely, “Then blow on it?”
Yan Yibing restrained his hand, “No need, I want to have a good sleep.”
They didn’t chat for long.
Indeed, they had to check out early, rush to Busan Airport, push their large suitcases and backpacks all the way, couldn’t rest on the plane either, with various announcements interrupting their journey. After sitting for over two hours, they had to push their luggage, wait for the shuttle, and all the way back to now, they hadn’t even had a moment of peace.
Soon enough, Yan Yibing fell asleep next to Han Mo.
Han Mo’s arm remained wrapped around his waist, gently providing some warmth.
Surprisingly, Yan Yibing didn’t feel uncomfortable with having an extra person in his accustomed bed.
His breathing gradually became longer, the pain in his chest subsided, his soft hair scattered on the pillow, lightly touching Han Mo’s earlobe.
Han Mo slept soundly too.
But before falling asleep, he set an alarm.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, the alarm vibrated beside him, Han Mo’s eyelids twitched, gradually waking up.
He quickly turned off the alarm.
Yan Yibing was still sound asleep. Upon hearing the sound, he just frowned and made a slight noise before tilting his head towards Han Mo.
Han Mo gently pressed his temple, carefully lifting the blanket and getting out of bed. He then covered Yan Yibing securely.
Since he had just woken up, his consciousness was still a bit hazy, so he just sat on the edge of the bed, quietly admiring Yan Yibing’s sleeping face.
After a deep slumber, Yan Yibing’s face would have a slight flush, a faint warmth.
His left ear was also red, probably from being pressed for too long.
His eyelids were thin, with beautifully contoured eyes. The long lashes on his right side were pressed under the pillow, seemingly neglected by their owner.
When he breathed, his lips would slightly part, revealing a hint of his tongue.
Han Mo’s gaze gradually softened.
Reaching over, he played with Yan Yibing’s earlobe, which had been pressed against his head, soft and adorable.
Since Yan Yibing hadn’t woken up yet, Han Mo indulged a bit more in rubbing his earlobe.
After a brief moment of clarity, Han Mo finally got up, tiptoed into the bathroom, washed his face, and tidied his hair.
Seeing that his face no longer showed signs of sleep, he quietly opened the door and went downstairs.
The hot pot takeout had already been delivered, and Mama Yan was preparing to set it on the table.
Han Mo hurried over, “Auntie, let me help you.”
Mama Yan declined, “No need, it’s very convenient. Where’s Yan Yibing?”
Han Mo naturally took over all the dishes and replied, “Master is too tired and still sleeping. I’ll call him when everything’s ready.”
Mama Yan complained, “He’s really lazy. It’s our fault for not teaching him to do chores before. In the future, he won’t survive without hiring a housekeeper after getting married.”
Han Mo smiled, “That won’t happen.”
Spotting the beef and tripe, Han Mo pointed, “Uncle hasn’t returned yet, and Master hasn’t woken up. Should we put these meats in the fridge?”
Mama Yan nodded, “Ah, okay, give it to me, I’ll go put them away. Momo, please help me bring down the pot and the induction cooker, they’re in the first cabinet above the kitchen.”
Han Mo nodded, “Okay.”
The kitchen cabinet was quite high, so Han Mo stretched his arm and lifted down the hotpot and the induction cooker.
Mama Yan watched nervously, a bit worried, “Be careful not to hurt your hand.”
She knew how important the hands of an esports player were, which was why she always nagged Yan Yibing to do chores but never forced him.
Han Mo’s professional career still had a long way to go, and his hands needed extra care.
Han Mo reassured her, “I won’t, it’s not that easy to get injured.”
He placed the pot on the table.
Mama Yan sized up the dining table. “I feel like this table is a bit too big, his dad does too. There are only three people in the family, yet we’re so fussy over it. Usually, his dad and I eat in the living room; we rarely use this table. It’s just for show.”
Han Mo paused and asked, “Should we move it to the coffee table?”
Mama Yan pondered for a moment, “That works, and we can watch TV too.”
After tidying up for a while, it was already five o’clock.
The beverages and wine ordered online were delivered, and the cups and plates were all set. Mama Yan glanced upstairs, “Go wake him up; it’s been two hours of sleep. Otherwise, he won’t be able to eat later.”
Han Mo wiped his hands clean and headed upstairs.
When he pushed the door into the room, the bed was a mess. Yan Yibing had the thin blanket pressed beneath him, twisting his body, exposing his back to the air.
The room was a bit dim, and Han Mo walked over the carpet, giving the blanket a tug to cover Yan Yibing’s back.
“Master, it’s time to get up for dinner.”
Yan Yibing frowned slightly but didn’t move.
Leaning in, Han Mo pecked him on the shoulder, leaving a small red mark, “Hurry up.”
The soft lips pressed against the slightly cool shoulder, causing a slight itch, which Yan Yibing felt.
His eyelids trembled, and he lifted his hand to hook around Han Mo’s neck, lazily saying, “Let me sleep a bit longer.”
Han Mo hesitated, “I want you to rest too, but your mom asked you to come down.”
Yan Yibing sighed and rubbed his eyes on the pillow before sluggishly getting up.
With messy hair, he sat on the bed with his head tilted back, eyes half-closed, in silence.
After waiting for a while, Yan Yibing finally made up his mind to get out of bed.
Han Mo handed him his shirt, and Yan Yibing sleepily put it on, feeling no pain in his chest anymore.
Of course, he didn’t notice.
Yan Yibing sluggishly made his way to the bathroom, closed the door, and started washing his face, rinsing his mouth, and combing his hair.
Han Mo naturally made his bed, neatly folding the blanket over the pillow.
When Yan Yibing came out of the bathroom, leaning against the door, he noticed that the bed was neatly made.
He raised an eyebrow, lazily and teasingly calling, “Little wife.”
The ‘little wife’ glanced at him and replied, “Can husband go downstairs for dinner now?”
Yan Yibing’s eyes lit up with joy.
He tried to suppress his smile but failed miserably, his eyes curving into a wide arc.
It felt so good to hear it from Han Mo.
Because with Han Mo’s personality, he would not easily call someone that.
Unless the world was ending, he must be the only person in the world who could be called ‘husband’ by Han Mo.
Yan Yibing looked delighted as he approached and patted Han Mo’s head, as if praising a good puppy, “Okay, from now on, call me that in private.”
Han Mo was speechless.
He just wanted to cheer up Yan Yibing, who might be in a bad mood from waking up, by teasing him.
But… whatever.
As long as Yan Yibing was happy.
They went downstairs, and Mama Yan chattered on while calling Papa Yan, “Look, you’re just getting up now, but Han Mo already helped me tidy up.”
Yan Yibing lazily plopped down on the sofa, pulling Han Mo to sit beside him, and rested his arm on Han Mo’s shoulder, “I’m sleepy, really sleepy.”
On the phone, Papa Yan’s voice came through, “Hey, why haven’t you arrived home yet?”
Papa Yan: “Stuck in traffic, almost there. Do you need me to bring anything back?”
Mama Yan: “Everything’s been ordered, no need.”
Twenty minutes later, Papa Yan hurriedly entered the house.
As soon as he came in, he put down his laptop bag, and the phone rang again.
While taking off his shoes, Papa Yan said, “I’m not in the office, having dinner at home. Tell the two senior lawyers to revise the prospectus and send it to me for another round of revisions. I’ve been too busy to interview interns recently, so let Lu Par go instead, yes yes yes… If you do this, you should contact the investment bank first and ask them when the matter will be completed, as well as the investment bank’s lawyer, uh huh uh…”
After talking about work, Papa Yan wiped his sweat, “Wife, I’ve been too busy lately, sorry.”
He naturally walked over to hug Mama Yan, kissing her forehead.
In front of Yan Yibing and Han Mo, Mama Yan felt a bit embarrassed and shyly pushed him away, “Okay, go wash your hands quickly.”
Yan Yibing was already accustomed to it and poured himself a glass of cola.
Han Mo, on the other hand, was quite curious, murmuring, “Uncle and Auntie have a really good relationship.”
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that a family could interact like this, that a father could respect and love the mother so deeply.
Mama Yan covered her mouth, “Your uncle has spent a long time abroad, he’s a bit more westernized, more open and enthusiastic.”
Papa Yan came back after washing his hands, emphasizing helplessly, “Where am I open and enthusiastic? I’m very polite and reserved.”
Yan Yibing grumbled, “Tsk, what does that have to do with being westernized? Even those who haven’t been abroad are quite open.”
Like taking advantage when drunk, or finding an opportunity to book a king-size bed, or even saying they want to eat cherries.
Mama Yan curiously asked, “Who?”
Yan Yibing nervously cleared his throat and swallowed, his fingers trembling slightly.
He was complaining about Han Mo, thinking his voice was low enough, but apparently, it was still heard.
Han Mo lowered his gaze, poured another glass of cola for Yan Yibing, and said, “Master is thirsty, have some more.”
Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo, took the glass, covered his expression, and drank a few more sips.
“Ahem, I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
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Yan Yibing: Studying GV! I’ll be a good husband!
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