DSF Chapter 47

Yan Yibing felt his ears getting hot, then cool. He furrowed his brows and leaned against Han Mo’s shoulder, rubbing against it.

As for what he was doing and what the other person was doing, he couldn’t perceive it clearly anymore.

His legs were weak, and the world spun before his eyes. He couldn’t stand without leaning on something.

He rarely drank this heavily, and Chen Yan’s retirement indeed put a lot of psychological pressure on him.

Afraid that his stomach would feel uncomfortable, Han Mo didn’t dare to carry him further. Since their room wasn’t far from the elevator, Han Mo almost propped Yan Yibing on his shoulder, dragging him step by step.

They walked a short distance, taking over five minutes to arrive.

Standing at the door of Yan Yibing’s room, Han Mo gently patted his face. “Where’s the room key?”

Yan Yibing’s chin rested on Han Mo’s shoulder, his eyes closed, and his breathing deep. It seemed like he was about to fall asleep.

Helpless, Han Mo reached into Yan Yibing’s pocket.

Nothing.

The card probably fell out when he lay on the sofa.

Han Mo pursed his lips and had no choice but to push Yan Yibing back to his own room.

He swiped the card, inserted it, dragged Yan Yibing across the narrow corridor, and gently laid him on his own bed.

After finishing all this, Han Mo was sweating.

However, they had gone swimming in the afternoon and had already taken more than one shower. He didn’t plan on showering again.

Yan Yibing got on the bed, felt the soft bedding, and instinctively turned over, burying his face in the pillow.

His legs curled up and disappeared under the covers.

Seeing that he seemed to be fine for the time being, Han Mo went out again to look for the card.

It would be troublesome without the card the next day since many entertainment activities on the ship required scanning the card.

Returning to the outdoor pool, there was no one left.

The sea breeze howled, and the waves rolled. In the pitch-black night, under the faint moonlight, the undulating shadows in the distance could still be vaguely seen.

Those were mountains, and land. They were about to reach the port.

Han Mo used the light from his phone to search around and finally found Yan Yibing’s card in the crevice of the sofa.

Holding the card, he quickly returned to the room.

As soon as he entered, he noticed Yan Yibing thrashing around on the bed.

Yan Yibing was swimming on the bed with an unconventional breaststroke posture. The bedsheet and cover were wrinkled and tangled together. His clothes were disheveled from swimming, almost lifting above his chest.

His belt was loose, and his pants were sliding down, hanging loosely halfway.

Watching this, Han Mo took a deep breath.

Truly, a troublemaker.

He walked to the bedside and saw that Yan Yibing’s face was still buried in the pillow, struggling hard as if he wanted to collide with the headboard in the next second.

Han Mo placed a pillow in front of his head to block it and observed him.

This person had drunk too much and was really causing a ruckus.

However, after a while, Yan Yibing still didn’t lift his face. Han Mo started to feel a little scared.

So, Han Mo gently patted his back, softly saying in his ear, “Bing Shen, it’s time to get some air.”

Yan Yibing suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then puffed his cheeks, staring at Han Mo with wide eyes.

Han Mo was momentarily stunned.

Unprepared, he almost ended up with his face against Yan Yibing’s.

Yan Yibing’s shallow breath was warm, and his skin, illuminated by the delicate yellow light, appeared radiant.

If he got a little closer, perhaps…

Han Mo’s Adam’s apple moved, and his eyes darkened.

Tonight, it seemed to be full of surprises.

Yan Yibing’s face was slightly flushed, his hair in disarray, the tips of it tousled.

In his effort to hold his breath, his lips were tightly pressed, his face round like he had two ping pong balls stuffed inside, giving him a cute and childish charm.

Unable to resist, Han Mo maintained his posture and reached out his finger, rubbing his earlobe that he had just nibbled.

It had turned cold again.

Yan Yibing shrank back, looking displeased. Finally, he swallowed the air in his mouth and pushed Han Mo away with a slight shove. “Stop hogging the lane.”

Han Mo, being pushed but not moved, intentionally teased him, “So what if I do?”

Yan Yibing frowned and muttered under his breath, “No manners, I’ll leave you behind.”

So he buried his head again and swam freestyle with great effort, causing the pillow on the bedside to tremble.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and upon seeing that Han Mo was still by his side, occupying his lane,
Yan Yibing said, “…”

The whole process lasted for nearly an hour, and Yan Yibing finally got tired to the point of being unable to move, collapsing on the bed and falling asleep.

Han Mo was also extremely tired, but Yan Yibing sprawled in all directions, taking up most of the bed. Moreover, the bed was wrinkled, making it impossible to sleep.

Han Mo couldn’t conveniently go to Yan Yibing’s room to sleep, so he had to sit on the sofa, took a cup of chocolate milk from the small fridge, and started to leisurely check the island strategy for the next day.

After checking until 2 a.m., he couldn’t endure his drowsiness and fell asleep on the sofa.

He only draped a random towel over himself, not even using a blanket.

The next morning at 7 a.m., the corridor began to broadcast, summoning everyone to disembark and head to the island.

Most professional players had reversed day and night, and now they were asked to get up early to play, which was truly painful.

Only Yan Yibing, a person who slept soundly, surprisingly woke up very early in the morning.

He was awakened by the broadcast, opened his eyes, and felt a strong soreness throughout his limbs, as if he had engaged in some intense activity last night.

Pressing his temples, he struggled to get up from the bed. He couldn’t figure out how he had returned from the outdoor pool.

His memory stopped at looking at the sea and listening to the banter of other players.

But afterward, it seemed like he did something, something with Han Mo.

However, it was all blurry, leaving only a faint glimpse.

After that…

Someone had brought him back to the room.

Yan Yibing lowered his head and looked at his messed-up bed.

It was in complete disarray, far from presentable.

Even the sheets were rolled into a bundle, entangled around his waist.

His own pants were halfway off, his clothes twisted like a spiral, and they took up most of the bed.

Judging by the visual effect alone, it seemed as if he had engaged in a fierce battle of three hundred rounds with someone in bed yesterday.

Yan Yibing chuckled, then lifted his head, spotting Han Mo curled up on the small sofa.

Yan Yibing: “…”

Han Mo was taller than him, with long arms and legs, squeezed into the small sofa, unable to stretch anywhere, looking very pitiful and innocent.

Han Mo kept his head down, hugging his arms, and was wrapped in a bath towel, obviously having been blown by the air conditioner all night.

Of course, the blanket was naturally given to him.

Yan Yibing had a splitting headache.

It seemed that Han Mo had brought him back yesterday, occupying Han Mo’s bed and pushing him onto the sofa.

With this posture, someone unaware might think he had taken advantage of Han Mo and then kicked him to the sofa.

Yan Yibing crawled down from the bed, but there were no slippers on the floor.

He walked barefoot on the carpet, tiptoeing to Han Mo’s side.

Han Mo was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, his complexion less frosty than usual, appearing rather gentle.

His eyebrows were relaxed, the corners of his eyes elongated, and his eyelashes were distinct.

Yan Yibing returned to the bed, took the blanket, and gently draped it over Han Mo.

He moved carefully, bending at the waist, trying not to make any noise.

But when the weight of the blanket landed on Han Mo’s shoulders, he still woke up in an instant.

The first thing that caught his eye was Yan Yibing covering him with the blanket.

The alertness in Han Mo’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a softer expression.

Yan Yibing, feeling a bit uneasy, said, “I thought you might be cold.”

“Hmm.” Han Mo sat up from the sofa, his body aching from being curled up.

He rubbed his shoulders, lifted his gaze, and looked at Yan Yibing. “What time is it?”

“A little past seven,” Yan Yibing answered, touching his nose and looking absent-minded. “You brought me back yesterday?”

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “You’ve forgotten what happened last night?”

Yan Yibing widened his eyes suddenly, thinking, “Kid, your words have a lot of ambiguity!”

It sounded like he heartlessly abandoned someone after taking advantage.

“Drank too much, can’t remember much, what’s wrong?”

Han Mo lowered his gaze and shook his head. “Nothing. You passed out yesterday, so I had you sent to my room. Later, I found you at the pool and put you on the table.”

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, tugging at his wrinkled clothes, and whispered, “Well, thanks. I’ll go back and take a shower first.”

“Hmm,” Han Mo responded softly.

Yan Yibing found his card on the table, stuffed it into his pocket, adjusted his pants, ruffled his messy hair, and prepared to leave.

Fingers on the doorknob, he paused, turned back, and hesitated, “Nothing really happened last night?”

Han Mo scrutinized him for a moment, lips curled, “Do you wish something had happened?”

Yan Yibing blushed under his gaze, and shook his head, “Nothing.”

Then he opened the door and quickly left.

Just as he stepped out, he bumped into Yu Yan, who was dragged by Ding Luo to have breakfast.

They stared at each other, Yan Yibing froze, and so did Yu Yan. Only Ding Luo gasped, holding his chest.

Yu Yan blinked, glanced over Yan Yibing, and finally said in confusion, “Bro, if I’m not mistaken, this is Han Mo’s room.”

Yan Yibing kept a straight face, expressing disdain, “Brother my foot. Dad got wasted yesterday, where were you, heartless guy!”

Yu Yan scorned, “Who knew you got wasted, so early in the morning, with such a bad temper, you slept on the sofa all night?”

Yan Yibing felt a bit guilty about it since the one sleeping on the sofa was not him but the owner of the room. Therefore, he didn’t want to argue with Yu Yan, “Get up, I’m going back to take a shower.”

Ding Luo’s heart was pounding, face flushed, poking Yu Yan’s chest, “What do you think they did last night?”

Yu Yan, bewildered, replied, “What else could they do? Two drunkards probably reviewed the match in front of the computer all night.”

Ding Luo muttered, “Is it that you guys can’t get it up when you’re drunk?”

Yu Yan felt a great challenge to his self-esteem and retorted, “I can. Old Ice is probably too old for that.”

Ding Luo scoffed, “Science tells me otherwise.”

Yu Yan challenged, “Want to try?”

Ding Luo, dismissive, said, “I didn’t hear anything you just said.”

When Yan Yibing returned after freshening up, Han Mo had no intention of going to sleep.

He placed the blanket back on the bed, and looked at the empty sheets, feeling somewhat melancholic.

Soon, he took a shower, and made all the preparations, and it was almost 8 o’clock.

He swiped the card and opened the door, finding the room service staff sequentially tidying up empty rooms.

The service on the cruise was excellent. As long as guests left, the lights in the room turned red, and someone would come in to help with the cleaning.

Han Mo deliberately walked over and said to the person, “Hello, there’s no need to touch the bed in 1107, no need to change the sheets or covers. Thank you.”

The service staff was a bit surprised but also relieved that their workload was reduced a bit, “Sir, not changing anything for the whole day?”

Han Mo responded indifferently, “Yes, I like it the way it is now.”

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Author’s Message:

Han Mo: If I had known, I would have taken advantage a bit more last night.

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