DSF Chapter 49

The rooms on the cruise ship were not spacious, even the top VIP rooms were meticulously calculated in terms of space.

The bathroom was equally small. Han Mo stepped in and found a small bathtub that could barely fit one person, a toilet on the right, and a sink on the left.

Glancing around, he sighed softly and stepped into the small bathtub.

With a bitter smile, he struggled to take off the pants sticking to his body, which were covered in dried-up sand.

Then, he turned on the cold water and poured it all over himself.

Han Mo leaned against the wall, wiping his face while trying to cool down the hottest areas as quickly as possible.

The cold water instantly took away the heat from his body, making him shiver.

However, the soundproofing on the cruise ship was poor, and there was only a door separating the bathroom from the outside, where Yan Yibing was still waiting.

This reality constantly stimulated him, making it difficult for him to calm down quickly.

In the end, Han Mo gritted his teeth and reached down, giving it a firm pinch.

The pain made the veins on his forehead bulge, finally allowing him to regain control.

Han Mo squeezed out some shampoo and shower gel, hastily rinsed off the seawater and sand from his body. Then, he took a towel from the bathroom shelf and wrapped it around himself.

He rolled up his dirty clothes and carried them out of the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Yan Yibing was crouching at the doorway, his hair half-dried, damply hanging in front of his eyes.

His gaze slightly evaded, his eyelashes trembled, and he lightly bit his lower lip, clearly still not relieved from the previous embarrassment.

If he had a room card, he might have slipped away long ago.

Seeing Yan Yibing biting his lip, Han Mo suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his chest, as if the touch from earlier had returned.

It’s not that he didn’t want Yan Yibing to bite him; it’s just that he couldn’t control himself.

When the person he liked touched his body, he had to cool down with cold water and forcefully pinch himself.

Han Mo averted his gaze, ran his fingers through his dripping hair, and walked past the gap left by Yan Yibing, throwing his dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

“You should take a shower.”

Han Mo turned his back to Yan Yibing, bent over, and reached into the drawer to find a hairdryer.

As Yan Yibing glanced up, what he saw was the clear and visible back dimple and the beautifully textured muscles on Han Mo’s back.

However, on those beautiful muscles, there were faint dark scars.

Those were scars that couldn’t be erased.

Perhaps from fights with people or maybe from childhood accidents.

But they weren’t unsightly. The marks left by time added a touch of overly mature and sharp color to the nineteen-year-old Han Mo.

“Let me borrow a robe.”

Yan Yibing stood up, reaching out his hand, asking Han Mo for something.

Han Mo, holding the hairdryer, stopped and, with a sideways glance, noticed Yan Yibing’s fair palm and elegantly slender fingers. Under the sun’s gentle glow, every part was worth savoring.

Han Mo’s mind briefly wandered, and he felt a bit restless again.

He quickly pointed to the wardrobe, saying, “Go inside and get it. I haven’t used either of them.”

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment.

Digging through someone else’s wardrobe could be quite impolite, and it might easily reveal things that shouldn’t be seen.

But since Han Mo agreed, he probably didn’t need to be overly concerned.

Walking on the plush carpet, he approached the wardrobe, opened it, and saw a few lonely pieces of early summer clothing hanging there, along with two long robes.

Indeed, there was nothing embarrassing; Han Mo’s wardrobe was too simple.

Yan Yibing grabbed a robe, took two or three steps, and entered the bathroom, pushing the door closed.

The narrow bathroom still carried an lingering mist that couldn’t disperse, with a faint scent of shower gel in the air.

It was what Han Mo had just used.

Yan Yibing took off his wetsuit, wiped the water droplets splashed on the mirror with his hand, and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Sure enough, his face was completely flushed. Han Mo must have seen it too.

He sighed silently and patted his mouth.

Why did he have to kiss that place!

If Han Mo were a girl, he would definitely be accused of sexual harassment.

Yan Yibing stepped into the bathtub with a sense of frustration, turned on the water, and was suddenly hit with a burst of cold.

Why was it so cold!

He naturally assumed that Han Mo had adjusted the temperature since he had used it. Could it be that Han Mo washed with cold water?

Yan Yibing silently adjusted the water temperature and let the hot water wash over his body.

Actually, he shouldn’t be taking a bath at this moment because he had no spare clothes to change into, including his… underwear.

But the sea water sticking to his body was unbearable, and he couldn’t wait for Xiao Nuo and the others to return.

He’d figure out what to do after washing.

Yan Yibing finished bathing in Han Mo’s bathroom, put on the loose sleepwear robe, and tightly fastened the belt around his waist.

Unfortunately, no matter how tight he tied the belt, the inside was truly empty. If he wasn’t careful, the belt could loosen, and the robe would naturally open.

When he came out of the bathroom, Han Mo had already dried his hair, changed his clothes, and thrown the used towel into the laundry basket.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, with water still dripping from the tips of his hair.

He raised his almond-shaped eyes and looked at Han Mo. The beautiful muscles on his back were now covered by fabric.

It seemed that he only brought a pair of pants. Since they were dirty, he could only change into oversized shorts.

Yan Yibing held onto his wetsuit, asking Han Mo, “Is it okay to leave it here for now? I’ll take it to wash when Xiao Nuo comes back.”

Han Mo pushed the hairdryer forward and whispered, “No need to take it away, let’s wash it together.”

Clothes thrown into the laundry basket defaulted to room cleaning service, costing five dollars each, and would be returned cleaned, dried, and neatly folded.

Yan Yibing tossed the wetsuit in; five dollars wasn’t much for Han Mo.

Han Mo’s gaze lowered, looking at the hairdryer. He said to Yan Yibing, “Blow it.”

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, and his tongue subconsciously swept over his lips. “Mm.”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he walked over, restraining himself from looking at Han Mo’s chest.

By the table, he picked up the hairdryer, lowered his head, and started drying his hair. Although his hair was somewhat long, the strands were fine and soft, making it an easy task.

After a while of humming hot air, Yan Yibing finished and put down the hairdryer. It had become scorching; using it any longer would likely cause it to stop working.

He put his hand down, and the collar of his bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a small area of fair skin on his chest.

Han Mo’s gaze shifted over; Yan Yibing instinctively tightened the belt around his waist.

Han Mo raised his phone. “Xiao Nuo and the others are having a barbecue by the beach, they asked us to join.”

Yan Yibing leaned against the table, one leg stretched out, the other bent, and he played with his hair. “I… won’t go.”

Han Mo understood; after all, Yan Yibing was still in a bathrobe.

“I won’t go either. It’s smoky, my bath will be in vain. How about going to the buffet later?”

The buffet on the cruise was extensive, open from six in the morning until midnight. It featured Asian and Italian cuisines, with occasional dishes like Colombian red bean rice and German sauerkraut with pork knuckles.

Yan Yibing’s gaze glanced aside, and he bit his lip, “I won’t go to the buffet restaurant either. Let’s wait for Xiao Nuo to come back.”

Han Mo frowned. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Yan Yibing awkwardly said, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

Han Mo: “…”

Han Mo sighed internally, muttered a curse silently, and the just-suppressed flames of desire seemed to be rising again.

His gaze became somewhat heated, eyes narrowing as he looked at Yan Yibing’s body.

Under the milky-white soft robe, Yan Yibing was completely exposed, without any cover.

He only needed to lift a layer of fabric to peek at all the secrets.

Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, his mouth felt dry, and he involuntarily said hoarsely, “I want to do something, but I’ll probably regret it.”

Yan Yibing looked at him inexplicably and smiled, “If you might regret it, then don’t do it. What is it?”

After saying that, he stood straight. The hem of the robe swayed around his thighs, revealing a hint of skin above his knees.

Han Mo placed his left hand on his right, quietly pinched the back of his hand, and the sudden pain helped control the almost uncontrollable desire. Han Mo stood up, “I’ll bring some food back. What do you want?”

Yan Yibing was starving and didn’t hold back, “A bowl of fruit yogurt with extra kiwi, a sandwich, and three thick slices of beef.”

“Hmm.”

Han Mo softly acknowledged and thought for a moment. He handed his card to Yan Yibing, “Open the door for me later.”

If he took the card with him, all the appliances in the room would shut down.

Yan Yibing took the card and held it in his hand. “Thanks.”

Han Mo left, sending a message to Xiao Nuo as he walked.

【Eat a little more; don’t come back too soon.】

Xiao Nuo was still sitting on a makeshift stool, skewering barbecue. He was about to ask the boss to pack some squid and clams to take away when he received Han Mo’s message.

Xiao Nuo: “?”

Yu Yan looked up and asked, “Han Mo hasn’t come back yet?”

Xiao Nuo: “Don’t know, maybe something came up. He told me to eat more and not to come back early.”

Yu Yan checked the time. “Gou Bing hasn’t come either. Is diving that fun?”

Chen Chi waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it; let’s enjoy ourselves. Opportunities to go out are rare for us.”

Han Mo went down three times before he gathered all the meals.

Yan Yibing looked at the steaming beef, couldn’t hold back anymore, picked up a fork, and started eating without hesitation.

Han Mo handed him a glass of lemon water. “Take it slow.”

Yan Yibing brushed back his messy hair, lifted his chin, and took a sip of the lemon water.

“Thanks.”

When Yan Yibing sat down, his legs were wide open. Although the bathrobe covered some, when Han Mo turned his face, he could still touch the layer closest to the secret.

Just a slight lift, and…

Han Mo silently bit into a piece of buffalo mozzarella.

The buffalo mozzarella’s surface was shiny, with a lustrous charm, like a small, soft snowball.

After biting through, a faint milky fragrance overflowed. Holding it in his mouth, it was both bouncy and smooth, with a fine texture.

Han Mo was absent-minded, lightly grinding his teeth, and eating very slowly.

Yan Yibing, on the other hand, was eating attentively, completely unaware that the bathrobe had opened dangerously.

The awkward scene from earlier, after the shower, had been briefly forgotten.

Just a brief accidental kiss between two men was no big deal.

Although Han Mo’s area had a pretty color and a strong reaction to stimulation, it was clear that he rarely experienced such contact.

During the meal, both were consumed with their own thoughts.

Han Mo brought him a large bowl of fruit yogurt. Yan Yibing, after finishing the sandwich, found it hard to eat more.

He leisurely scooped up the yogurt and fed it into his mouth, his gaze always on the time.

Those guys were taking too long with their barbecue.

If they didn’t come back soon, did that mean he had to take a nap in Han Mo’s room?

Just as he was thinking about it, Liang Hefeng sent a message.

【Bing, finished eating? Want to play a game?】

Yan Yibing didn’t avoid Han Mo, and his phone was on the table.

【I don’t have the room card on me, can’t go back to the room, can’t play right now.】

He didn’t bother explaining why the room card wasn’t with him, although Liang Hefeng might find this reply perplexing.

Liang Hefeng indeed didn’t ask and brought up another matter.

【Reply to my Weibo, I’ve been mentioning you for a while.】

Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow and quickly opened Weibo.

He hadn’t set any special attention to Liang Hefeng, nor did he post a reminder, so Liang Hefeng’s mention was buried among over a hundred thousand notifications.

He directly clicked on Liang Hefeng’s Weibo and discovered that Liang Hefeng had posted his selfie with the caption—

@Esports Liang Hefeng: Just chilling with my bro, when should we plan a trip together? It feels like we haven’t traveled together since we dropped out of high school.

Because of this Weibo post with Yan Yibing’s latest photo, Liang Hefeng’s comments instantly surpassed ten thousand.

Several esports influencers reposted it, and the rest were comments from Zero’s fans.

【Aaaaahhh, I’m dizzy. Who is this pure and wet-haired young boy!】

【Who can believe he’s twenty-five? He looks like he’s only eighteen! Is he a younger brother?!】

【So well-behaved, and he looks so good when he smiles. His eyes are beautiful, and his skin is fair. I’m jealous.】

【Damn, they really went on a trip together. I saw AXE and CNG’s players posting travel photos too!】

【This bastard isn’t streaming or practicing, just doing this kind of stuff! So cool and carefree!】

【East Asia Championship! East Asia Championship! East Asia Championship! Don’t stop!】

…

Yan Yibing looked at Liang Hefeng’s Weibo and felt a chill in his heart.

These were his personal photos that he didn’t intend to expose, and he sent them to Liang Hefeng out of trust.

He didn’t expect Liang Hefeng to publish them without notifying him.

He didn’t want to speculate whether Liang Hefeng did it for publicity or other purposes.

He cherished the friendship from their school days and didn’t want to cast a shadow over their past relationship.

However, he felt a bit tired and weary now. It had been over an hour since the Weibo post, and asking Liang Hefeng to delete it wouldn’t change anything.

Yan Yibing frowned and asked Liang Hefeng.

【Why did you post it? I took those casually, and never intended to make them public.】

After a moment, Liang Hefeng sent a voice message.

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo.

Han Mo’s expression had turned quite cold.

The Häagen-Dazs ice cream on the side had already melted, but he had only taken one bite and stopped eating.

Yan Yibing remembered that when he first opened his phone, Han Mo was happily eating.

But he temporarily withdrew his gaze and played Liang Hefeng’s voice message.

Liang Hefeng’s attitude was quite good, his tone soft and even a bit flustered and guilty.

“I can’t post it? Sorry, Bing, I didn’t think that much. It’s just that when I recalled the times we went out together before, I got a bit emotional. Should I delete it?”

Yan Yibing sighed.

Reply—

【Forget it, it’s fine.】

Perhaps Liang Hefeng really didn’t do it on purpose.

Both of them used to have carefree personalities; otherwise, they wouldn’t have become friends.

But when it came to travel, he didn’t really have any memories with Liang Hefeng.

Clearly, it was a school-organized summer camp, and the whole class went together. If there were memories to recall, they would be memories of the entire class.

Private trips, he had only been on with his parents before.

Han Mo stood up and said in a flat tone, “I’m full.”

With that, he pushed his chair away, lay down on the bed, and silently played with his phone.

Yan Yibing turned his head to look at him.

Han Mo was throwing another tantrum, as if every time he interacted with Liang Hefeng, Han Mo would throw a fit.

Was the shadow brought by Liang Hefeng’s mother really that big, making Han Mo so disgusted?

After all, he was a nineteen-year-old kid, and it was understandable for him to be impulsive.

As his former mentor, Yan Yibing had to comfort him a bit.

He walked over, sat next to Han Mo, and nudged his leg.

“Why are you upset again?”

Han Mo remained silent for a while, then scoffed, “He posted your photos over an hour ago, and you didn’t even notice. The traffic effect is pretty good.”

With a casual check, in this one hour, Liang Hefeng’s fans increased by ten thousand.

Yan Yibing was about to tell him not to be like this, but then he thought it might provoke Han Mo again.

So he swallowed his words and whispered, “How would I notice? I haven’t even opened my Weibo notifications, and I haven’t set any special follow for him. Weibo doesn’t give me pop-up notifications either.”

Han Mo fell silent.

They had been friends for over ten years, playing together since they were very young.

With so many memories, how could he compare?

Yan Yibing defending Liang Hefeng was understandable. After all, he was never that important. The drunken words from last night felt like a dream.

Han Mo felt uncomfortable but couldn’t say it out loud. So he simply posted a Weibo, mentioning Yan Yibing.

【@Prince-HanMo: Why do you think I’m angry? @Zero-YanYibing】

Yan Yibing was about to advise Han Mo as someone with more experience not to be so angry.

Before he could say anything, his phone rang with a clear sound.

Frowning, he reached for his phone and glanced at it.

A notification for a special follow popped up on the screen.

He held the phone and turned to look at Han Mo, asking inexplicably, “Do we have to let the fans start a fight every time we argue?”

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Author’s Message:

Han Mo: Heh, my wife set up special notifications for me.

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