DSF Chapter 42

The person he just saw?

Who would know who Han Mo was looking at just now?

And if it’s someone within the circle, Han Mo’s wife fans would cry to death when they heard about it.

After all, there were so many women who liked him.

Yan Yibing even specifically checked Han Mo’s Moments, and scrolled through it, but didn’t find any recent likes from Han Mo to any girl.

He stared at that message for a long time, trying to figure it out, but still had no clue. In the end, he simply tossed his phone by the pillow, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

He wasn’t really interested in prying into other people’s privacy. He guessed that Han Mo probably had an unrequited love, and the other person didn’t feel the same way, so Han Mo felt embarrassed to talk about it.

The next day, around noon, Yan Yibing woke up completely.

He cleared his throat and realized it was especially dry, and swallowing even caused a bit of pain.

Maybe he had too many sweets yesterday, and the air has been dry lately.

Yan Yibing, still half-asleep, pushed open the door, lazily making his way down the stairs, supporting himself along the railing.

In the living room, neither of his parents was present, only the housemaid was sorting out dirty clothes and throwing them into the washing machine for cleaning.

Yan Yibing’s voice was hoarse and trembling as he mumbled, “Auntie, is there any water?”

The housemaid stopped her work and said, “I just finished boiling water, but there’s no cold water. Pour it back and forth between two bowls, it should cool down quickly.”

Yan Yibing didn’t mind and said, “Okay.”

Dragging his slippers along the floor, his hair tousled, he slowly walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen was cooler than the bedroom, Yan Yibing was half naked, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard.

He pressed the button on the electric kettle, and poured about half a bowl of water; the water was indeed hot, steaming with heat. The temperature quickly spread to the edge of the bowl, and his fingers started to feel the burn.

Yan Yibing swiftly transferred the hot water to the other bowl, repeating the process a few times until the steam dissipated.

He brought his lips to the edge of the bowl, sipping, still a bit too hot but drinkable.

While drinking, he instinctively raised his eyes and looked out the window.

It wasn’t intentional to look in Han Mo’s direction; it was just that the building was right in front of him, and he couldn’t avoid it.

As he looked, Yan Yibing froze.

Because he saw Han Mo standing by the window, wearing a light gray hoodie, hands resting on the windowsill, quietly gazing outside.

He couldn’t see Han Mo’s expression clearly, so he didn’t know what Han Mo was looking at.

But for some reason, Yan Yibing felt a bit awkward and uneasy.

Losing interest in the water, Yan Yibing instinctively bit the edge of the bowl, his eyes scanning over himself.

He hadn’t put on any clothes yet.

His fair skin was boldly exposed to the air, his chest, abs, and waist all laid bare.

He was only wearing loose shorts on his lower half, thin and soft in texture.

Actually, it wasn’t much different from what he wore the last time he went swimming.

He had always been carefree and didn’t think much of it, often wandering around the house dressed like this. But being seen like this by his former disciple seemed a bit indecent.

But if he covered his chest and ran back, that would be even more embarrassing.

Yan Yibing’s gaze trembled, quickly gulped down the remaining water, disregarding whether it burned his tongue or not.

After finishing the water, he calmly and composedly placed the bowl down, turned around, and went back to his room.

Having an acquaintance living nearby didn’t seem so comfortable anymore. At least, he wouldn’t feel at ease going to the kitchen shirtless from now on.

Little did he know, that after he left, Han Mo stood there for a few more seconds before leaving the window.

Han Mo took the oversized white short-sleeved shirt and went to the bathroom, taking a long time to come out.

At noon, Mama Yan returned for lunch. When she was changing her shoes by the door, she saw Yan Yibing lounging on the couch watching TV.

She placed her handbag on the shoe rack and exclaimed to Yan Yibing, “Baby, guess who I saw this morning?”

Yan Yibing’s attention was fully on the TV drama as he casually asked, “Who?”

Mama Yan’s eyebrows danced with excitement as she said, “Han Mo!”

Yan Yibing’s fingers holding the remote control paused for a moment. He slightly turned his head and glanced at his mom from the corner of his eye, saying, “Oh…?”

Mama Yan sighed, “I didn’t expect it. Han Mo also moved over here. Moreover, this morning, I bought two boxes of strawberries, and it was Han Mo who helped me move them. I felt bad inconveniencing him. You guys, esports players, are really attentive to your hands, aren’t you?”

Yan Yibing’s mood was somewhat complicated as he whispered, “Well, yeah, why did you make him move things?”

Mama Yan replied, “I didn’t want to, but he insisted on helping me, and I didn’t refuse. It’s been a long time since I last saw him, so I invited him to come to our house for lunch.”

Yan Yibing coughed heavily, turned abruptly, and widened his eyes, “You invited him for lunch?”

Mama Yan blinked and murmured, “Yeah, didn’t you two make up? Inviting him for lunch is no big deal.”

Yan Yibing furrowed his brows, “Who told you we made up?”

Mama Yan replied, “If you didn’t make up, shouldn’t he be avoiding me instead of helping me move things?”

Yan Yibing was rendered speechless by the question.

Had he and Han Mo made up?

Well, they definitely weren’t as strained as before.

But when did this change start? He couldn’t figure it out at all.

However, he felt like he hadn’t changed much himself. Whatever his feelings were towards Han Mo in the past, they remained the same now.

And it was actually Han Mo who took the initiative to break the ice

Seeing his serious expression, Mama Yan started to worry and asked softly, “Is something wrong?”

Yan Yibing remained silent for a moment and shook his head. “No, it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

He just felt that things were happening a bit too quickly.

The pace was a bit fast.

He didn’t know how long it usually took for others to reconcile after falling out because, apart from Han Mo, he hadn’t fallen out with anyone else.

Mama Yan breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good. I was afraid I might have done something wrong with good intentions. What TV drama are you watching?”

Yan Yibing looked back at the TV, suddenly feeling that the drama in front of him had become dull. He grumbled, “Nothing much, just a period drama with a love story, but the female lead isn’t very attractive, the two male leads are alright.”

Mama Yan said, “Oh, go wash the strawberries. We’ll have them for lunch.”

Yan Yibing shook his head and turned off the TV. “I’ll go freshen up first.”

He quickly went upstairs and rushed into the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he checked himself in the mirror and saw his hair all messy like a bird’s nest.

Every time before going to bed, after taking a shower, he would press his hair up, and it would take a day for it to return to normal.

Yan Yibing combed it a few times, but still found it unsightly. He decided to wash his hair again and then used a hairdryer to dry it.

Now it looked much better.

After he finished grooming, he sat on the bed for a moment, feeling a bit dazed.

It wasn’t strange that his mom invited Han Mo because she had always regretted his falling out with Han Mo.

But it was strange that Han Mo agreed.

Wasn’t Han Mo usually indifferent, unwilling to join in and socialize?

Yan Yibing rubbed his face, sighed, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe, starting to look for clothes.

He had quite a lot of clothes, most of them bought by his mother, from good foreign brands.

But there were also some sent by sponsors, with nice styles, all piled up at the bottom.

Yan Yibing selected carefully, finally pulling out a pumpkin-colored casual jacket and putting it on.

He also changed out of the shorts he wore to sleep and put on a pair of khaki trousers.

Looking in the mirror, he looked slightly more presentable.

12:30.

Yan Yibing heard the doorbell ring.

He pushed open the bedroom door, descended a few steps, and stood on the staircase, looking towards the entrance.

It was Mama Yan who opened the door. After the door opened, Han Mo came in carrying a lot of fruits.

Mama Yan said, “Xiao Han, don’t be so polite, come in, come in. It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

Yan Yibing still stood on the staircase, watching as Han Mo was invited in by his mother.

Han Mo appeared much gentler today. While talking to his mom, he had a smile in his eyes and was very humble and polite.

He wasn’t like this before.

Yan Yibing touched his nose and his almond-shaped eyes quivered a few times.

Mama Yan said, “Son, why are you still standing? You two chat, I’ll go help Auntie with the dishes.”

“Oh.”

Only then did Yan Yibing slowly come down from the staircase and walk to the sofa in the living room, taking a seat.

Han Mo’s gaze instinctively fell on Yan Yibing, his smile fading, his eyes deep.

“What’s wrong with your voice?”

As soon as he entered, he noticed that Yan Yibing’s voice wasn’t right.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, his eyelids slightly drooping, and beneath his shallow eyelids, faint veins seemed to be visible.

He picked up an apple, casually took a fruit knife, and nonchalantly said, “Not a cold, it was too dry yesterday.”

The fruit knife pressed against the apple, and with a firm swipe, a sizable piece of flesh was peeled off.

Yan Yibing furrowed his brow, chewing on the apple flesh along with the skin, spitting it out once the moisture was gone.

He couldn’t peel apples; Mama Yan had taught him when he was young, but he just couldn’t grasp it.

Well, it’s not that he didn’t learn; it was just that he peeled too deep, wasting some of the fruit.

“Give it to me.”

Han Mo lowered his gaze and reached out his hand, his fingertips only ten centimeters away from the apple in Yan Yibing’s hand.

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, thinking about Han Mo’s skills, and then without any burden, he handed the apple to Han Mo, shamelessly saying, “Don’t break the skin.”

Han Mo glanced at him, softly chuckling, “Quite demanding.”

In the instant he took the apple, it still retained the warmth from Yan Yibing’s palm.

Han Mo held it tightly, took the knife, and meticulously peeled the apple.

The apple skin was shallow and thin, but it kept going, winding, and getting longer as it descended into the trash can.

Han Mo peeled the apple with the same focus as when he played games, his gaze fixed, lips slightly taut, his double eyelids folded up, not blinking at all.

Yan Yibing, caught up in the moment, couldn’t help reaching out to play with the long strip of apple peel.

As he tugged on it, he couldn’t help but marvel at Han Mo’s domestic skills.

Like a good wife.

But other people’s good wives couldn’t be as skillful.

He can cook, peel fruits, repair appliances, change light bulbs, and has massage skills comparable to a team therapist. Moreover, he had seen Han Mo make coffee before, with latte art even more beautiful than coffee shop baristas.

In addition to all that, Han Mo could excel in the game, training for no less than ten hours every day.

Truly, a master of time management.

Finally, when he finished peeling, Han Mo stopped. His fingertips pressed against the edge of the peel as he asked Yan Yibing, “Want it?”

Yan Yibing replied, “Yes, yes, yes.” He took the peel from him, playing with it carelessly, waiting for it to break so he could toss it away.

Han Mo calmly cut out a small piece of the apple, impaled it with the tip of the knife, and brought it to Yan Yibing’s lips.

Yan Yibing’s playful action paused, and he looked up at Han Mo.

The apple flesh was very close to his lips. As long as he leaned in slightly and opened his mouth, he could take a bite.

But…

Han Mo calmly said, “Don’t you want it?”

Yan Yibing suddenly realized that Han Mo thought he was referring to that.

So, without much hesitation, Yan Yibing opened his mouth and carefully bit into the apple flesh, chewing it.

Han Mo’s gaze became heavy, and his Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly.

Yan Yibing’s lips were a bit dry, but moistened by the apple’s juice, they became exceptionally rosy and shiny.

Moreover, when he opened his mouth, his tongue slightly protruded, and unlike ordinary people’s slightly pale color, his tongue was vividly red, as if slightly swollen.

He knew what it was like; when the tongue was scalded by hot things, it would become very red.

“Want more?”

“Mhmm.”

Han Mo cut another piece and brought it to Yan Yibing’s lips.

With the first piece as a base, there was no need to worry about the second piece.

Yan Yibing ate without any psychological burden.

When Mama Yan came out of the kitchen, this was the scene she witnessed.

Yan Yibing, sitting with his legs crossed, focused on playing with the apple peel like a boss. Occasionally, he would lift his head and take a bite of the apple Han Mo fed him.

The whole apple was almost finished.

Han Mo sat upright, repeating the action of feeding Yan Yibing with utmost sincerity, even cutting the apple pieces to perfection.

Just like a bullied young wife in a landlord’s house.

Mama Yan was furious, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at Yan Yibing “You lazy brat! From now on, just lie in bed and don’t come down. I’ll find someone to feed you.”

She always felt that her son was bullying Han Mo.

It was the same as before. He made Han Mo do everything, every task, without hesitation.

Han Mo only respectfully called him “Master,” but didn’t owe him anything.

Yan Yibing instinctively shrank into the corner of the sofa, closing his eyes and protecting his head as Mama Yan’s cushion flew towards him.

However, the cushion didn’t land on him.

Han Mo caught it effortlessly with one hand.

After a moment, Han Mo placed the cushion back and smiled, saying, “It’s alright, I’m free anyway.”

Yan Yibing pouted and said, “You scared me for nothing. It’s not a big deal.”

Mama Yan rolled her eyes and said, “You have hands and feet, can’t you even feed yourself an apple?”

Yan Yibing, afraid of his mother’s lectures, quickly nodded and said, “Okay, okay, I was wrong, I’ll feed him too.”

With that, Yan Yibing snatched the remaining half of the apple from Han Mo’s hand, extended his hand, and fed it to Han Mo’s mouth, saying, “Here.”

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Han Mo to take a bite.

Han Mo remained silent for two seconds, first staring at Yan Yibing’s face, then retracting his gaze. Suddenly, he raised his hand, gripping Yan Yibing’s wrist.

Only then did he lower his head to bite the apple in Yan Yibing’s hand.

Yan Yibing froze, maintaining this posture, waiting for Han Mo to finish eating the remaining fruit.

Han Mo’s palm was dry and warm, not as delicate as his own due to the hardships he had endured. But it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Han Mo wrapped his entire wrist, rendering it immobile. The bones of Yan Yibing’s wrist were nestled between Han Mo’s two fingers like a natural lock, tightly fastened.

He knew Han Mo was trying to maintain balance, but… something didn’t quite feel right.

After silently finishing the apple, and biting off the core, Han Mo slowly released Yan Yibing’s hand.

Yan Yibing’s fingers were slender, and his fair skin reddened slightly from being pinched for a while.

Han Mo stared at the mark, unconsciously licking his lips.

Truly delicate, turning red with such little force.

Such tender skin, even with extra care, would surely leave marks easily.

Yan Yibing withdrew his hand, pouting and uncomfortably rubbing his wrist.

It was the first time he had ever fed someone the leftovers from his own meal.

He remembered back in school; Mama Yan used to pack snacks for him. At that time, Liang Hefeng often wanted some, but he would rather give him a new portion the next day than let Liang Hefeng put his hand into the packaging.

He always thought he had cleanliness issues.

But with Han Mo, he didn’t feel any aversion in his heart.

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Author’s Message:

Han Mo: It turns out, that if you rub the bitten skin, it turns even redder.

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