The noise by the pool was loud, and no one could make out what they were saying.
As the night deepened, the late-night snacks in the buffet were about to end, and the cruise ship staff reminded them to collect their glasses.
Ding Luo checked the time; it was already midnight.
They would reach the first destination tomorrow, and they had to disembark and gather at 7 a.m. If they didn’t rest early, these people might end up sleeping on the beach the next day.
Ding Luo picked up Yu Yan’s arm and forcefully pulled him up from the chair. “Go to sleep and tell them to leave too.”
Yu Yan had drunk a bit, but at least he was still conscious, although his legs felt a bit wobbly.
Supporting himself against Ding Luo, he rubbed his temples and glanced at Yan Yibing. “Gou Bing drank too much again.”
He blinked carefully and noticed Han Mo kneeling beside Yan Yibing, unsure of what he was doing.
Yu Yan thought he must be hallucinating from the alcohol, otherwise, how could these two people with such a bad relationship be so close to each other?
He whispered to Ding Luo, “Gou Bing loves to make a fuss when he’s drunk. It’ll take at least an hour. Call Song Tang, and let’s take him back first.'”
Yu Yan was about to go over and drag Yan Yibing away when Ding Luo grabbed him.
“Don’t you see Han Shen there? You don’t need to worry about it.”
Yu Yan chuckled softly, swaying a bit. “Joking aside, it’s because he’s there, I want to take Gou Bing away. Otherwise, I’m afraid he’ll get pranked by him.”
Ding Luo rolled her eyes silently, forcibly pulling Yu Yan towards the cabin, muttering as they walked, “Take care of yourself, foolish straight guy.”
Yu Yan, a bit powerless due to the alcohol, staggered along as Ding Luo dragged him.
“Baby, slow down.”
If his girlfriend was in such a hurry to go back to their room, he couldn’t care less about Yan Yibing. Friendship was just that fragile.
Seeing Yu Yan being pulled away by Ding Luo, other professional players also felt it was too cold outside. So, they helped each other up, left their seats, and walked into the brightly lit cabin.
Yan Yibing curled up on the sofa, shielded from the wind, and wore Han Mo’s coat over his stomach, so he didn’t feel particularly cold.
As everyone moved inside, he lay leisurely on the sofa, not moving a single finger.
Han Mo watched everyone leave, then turned back to look at Yan Yibing.
Yan Yibing’s almond-shaped eyes were half-closed, half awake, and half in a dream. Occasionally, he blinked and glanced at Han Mo.
Reaching out his hand, Han Mo poked his cheek, speaking in a very low voice, “Everyone’s gone. Aren’t you leaving?”
Yan Yibing suddenly opened his eyes wide, with redness around them, and a strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.
After a brief moment of stupefaction, he suddenly sat up from the sofa, startling Han Mo.
Yan Yibing took a deep breath, patted his face, and calmly said, “Have they all gone swimming?”
Han Mo: “?”
Yan Yibing started moving his wrists and ankles, his tone full of disdain. “I gave them five seconds.”
Han Mo: “…”
He spread his arms slightly, encircling Yan Yibing within his reach, ready to see what his next move would be.
Yan Yibing stood up, rubbed his waist, and was about to rush into the swimming pool the next second.
Han Mo timely caught his waist, his hands gripping Yan Yibing’s sides.
Yan Yibing missed his target and hung soft on Han Mo’s arm, his lower abdomen warm, gently rising and falling.
“What are you doing?” Han Mo held him, supporting him as if he had discovered a new continent, looking intently at Yan Yibing.
“Swimming,” Yan Yibing replied confidently.
Then he lowered his head, seeing his short-sleeved shirt and pants on his lower body.
“Oh, I haven’t changed into swimming trunks yet.”
Yan Yibing muttered something and his slender fingers suddenly reached for his belt, starting to fumble and struggle to take off his own pants.
Han Mo: “!!!”
Han Mo quickly held onto the edge of Yan Yibing’s pants, gripping it so tightly that the veins on his fingers stood out.
After a few heavy breaths, Han Mo gritted his teeth and said, “Bing Shen, are you messing with me because you’re drunk?”
But Yan Yibing didn’t answer him.
He was in a hurry to change into swim trunks.
Everyone else had already started a while ago, and he would fall behind if he delayed any further.
Yan Yibing tugged at his pants for a while, but couldn’t get them off. So, he gave up, changed direction, and started lifting his own shirt instead.
Removing the T-shirt was much easier since it was loose and elastic. With a casual tug, he lifted it halfway up.
Stimulated by alcohol, his breathing was fast, his chest rising and falling, and his ribs faintly visible.
Han Mo’s fingers pressed against Yan Yibing’s waist, requiring tremendous willpower to restrain his fingers from moving upward.
His temples throbbed, and his mouth felt dry. He wished he could just push Yan Yibing against the edge of the pool right then and there.
He was only nineteen years old, an age where he shouldn’t be held responsible for acting like a beast. Why should he be tormented like this?
But it was just wishful thinking, and he quickly restrained himself.
He wasn’t afraid of doing rebellious things, but he was afraid of Yan Yibing.
He couldn’t let Yan Yibing be unhappy.
“If I carry you, can you wrap your arms around my neck?” Han Mo asked.
Yan Yibing looked confused.
Han Mo sighed.
He swatted away Yan Yibing’s hand that was tugging his clothes, pressed down on his wrist, leaned slightly, and with a little force, lifted Yan Yibing up.
Already having drunk a lot, Yan Yibing felt dizzy, his vision beginning to blur.
His stomach was pressed against Han Mo’s shoulder, and his insides churned. He struggled hard not to vomit on the spot.
His head hung down, feeling like he was floating, the wooden floor in front of him gradually moving away, and the pool water becoming increasingly unclear.
Instinctively, he grabbed onto Han Mo’s black shirt. Hazy and confused, he was being carried away by someone.
He vaguely felt that he trusted this person a lot, so there was no need to shout or scream.
This person’s shoulders are sturdy, and his muscles are strong. Carrying another man, he moves swiftly, unlikely to let him fall.
But where were they going?
Yan Yibing couldn’t think about that much anymore. He hummed, enduring the discomfort in his stomach. His chin bobbed on and off Han Mo’s back.
He was completely unaware that he had thoroughly lost face.
There were at least four thousand passengers and three thousand staff on the cruise ship.
Although it was late, the casino on the seventeenth floor was lively, with many people taking the elevator upstairs to try their luck.
Most passengers on this cruise, departing from China, were Chinese.
It’s rare to see a scene where one man carries another man in public.
In the elevator, other passengers frequently glanced sideways, looking at Han Mo and then at Yan Yibing.
Han Mo’s expression was cold, not smiling. However, there was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his neck was slightly red.
Yan Yibing’s hair is messy, hanging softly, and he occasionally whimpers and hums, clearly not very comfortable in this position.
His clothes were also wrinkled, revealing a portion of his waist. His belt had been pulled open by himself, hanging loosely.
He looks exceptionally charming.
In the elevator, there were children. They secretly tugged at their parents’ arms, whispering, “Mom, what are they doing?”
The mother immediately poked the child’s head, “It’s impolite. Big brother is helping another big brother.”
The child asked, “What is he helping the other big brother with?”
Through the elevator’s metal reflection, Han Mo sees the child behind them staring at them without blinking.
And so, his neck turns even redder.
The mother coughed lightly, “The brother had too much to drink; they are going back to their room together.”
The child, when Han Mo wasn’t paying attention, extended chubby fingers and gently poked Yan Yibing’s ear.
It was cool to the touch, but very slippery. The child excitedly smiled.
The mother scolded him with a glare and pulled him back.
Yan Yibing frowned, tilted his head, and used his shoulder to lightly scratch the itchy earlobe that was touched.
“Don’t touch me, I won’t let you.”
Han Mo heard it, and glanced slightly to the side, his gaze cold as he swept it backward, scaring the child into shrinking into his mother’s arms.
Fortunately, they soon arrived on the eleventh floor. Han Mo carried Yan Yibing out of the elevator and immediately put him down.
Han Mo held him, gently brushed his hair, lifted his cheek, and softly asked, “Where did he touch you?”
The discomfort in Yan Yibing’s stomach disappeared, after all, the distance from the pool to the elevator wasn’t very long.
Supported by Han Mo, he rested his head, intoxicated, leaning his entire weight on Han Mo.
“He touched my ear, I hate it.”
Han Mo’s gaze falls on Yan Yibing’s earlobe. He licks his lips and says huskily, “What should we do about it?”
Yan Yibing frowned, pouting, his eyelids deeply folded, “It’s dirty.”
He could only vent his emotions and could not provide a solution.
Han Mo’s eyes darken gradually. He tightens his grip on Yan Yibing’s waist and speaks in a low voice, “Dirty, huh? Then let’s cover it up.”
Saying that, Han Mo lowers his head, takes Yan Yibing’s earlobe into his mouth, and gently nibbles on it.
The earlobe was soft, cool, delicate, and innocent, slightly reddening under the lights.
He continues until he absorbs all the coolness, making that small patch of skin feel warm. Han Mo finally stops.
“There, it’s covered.”
Hello everyone 👋, I’m sad to say that there won’t be any update for tomorrow. But, I’ll be back and continue updating on the 17th, please look forward to it 😊
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