DSF Chapter 53

After finishing the game in the gaming room, Yan Yibing stretched lazily, his eyes showing signs of fatigue.

Han Mo timely put down the controller and said, “Let’s go back to sleep.”

It was already one in the morning, and the entire tenth floor was silent.

“Yeah.” Yan Yibing stood up, turned off the lights in the gaming room, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled out with Han Mo.

When they reached the stairway, Yan Yibing suddenly halted his steps.

“Han Mo, you go back first. I’ll check the lobby.”

Han Mo was puzzled. “Should I accompany you?”

Yan Yibing waved his hand dismissively and said, “No need, no need. You go back and sleep. I’ll just take a quick look and come back.”

Han Mo fell silent for a few seconds, his eyelids drooping as he whispered softly, “I understand.”

The first-floor lobby had a music bar that operated 24 hours a day.

Every night, there would be beautiful women playing the piano or violin and a group of young people swaying and dancing to the music, intoxicated by the luxurious atmosphere.

The drinks there were expensive, but it was said that if you ordered, the performers were quite willing to chat about feelings.

It was said that among the beauties, there was a Russian model who was very open and enthusiastic.

Yan Yibing was, after all, a straight man.

Yan Yibing laughed dumbly and said inexplicably, “You understood what?”

Han Mo lowered his eyes; his expression faded slightly as he murmured, “Bing Shen, take care of yourself. I won’t disturb you.”

Yan Yibing lifted his hand, wanting to say goodbye to Han Mo.

But Han Mo had already turned and walked away, leaving him awkwardly retracting his hand and rubbing his nose tip.

Yan Yibing irritably shoved his hands into his pockets, didn’t wait for the elevator, and walked slowly from the tenth floor down.

Each floor was very quiet, the serene cabins providing an unreal sense of comfort.

The sea breeze outside seeped through the gaps in the glass doors, carrying a faint chill.

He rubbed his arms and quickened his pace.

By the time he reached the third floor, he could already hear the melodious violin music from the first-floor lobby.

Upon arriving at the second floor, he looked down from the atrium.

Men and women were dancing together, following the music.

The lights were dazzling, and the air was heavy with alcohol.

However, Yan Yibing’s destination was not the music bar on the first floor.

He just glanced at the picturesque scene and walked straight to the second-floor photo booth.

Inside the cruise ship, many professional photographers took pictures of tourists. Visitors, dressed in various beautiful clothes, walked around the magnificent cruise ship’s hall and were occasionally stopped to take pictures.

The photos were not given to the tourists immediately but were displayed in the photo booth a few hours later.

Tourists could come to the photo booth anytime to find their pictures. If they thought the photos were good, they could buy them for ten dollars.

If they thought otherwise, it didn’t matter.

The photos on the booth were updated once a day, and old photos were shredded by a paper shredder, ensuring the privacy of the guests.

So once you missed the photos for today, you won’t be able to find them again the next day.

Yan Yibing wandered around the photo station, illuminated by faint blue lights, leisurely looking through the circular displays from top to bottom.

He checked four or five stations before finally finding that one photo at the sixth station.

Excited, Yan Yibing took out his credit card from his pocket, inserted it into the machine, selected the photo he wanted, and made the payment.

The photo was about the size of a palm, but the quality was good.

In the picture, Han Mo stood on the podium, a black mesh bag slung over his shoulder, holding the gloves he’d won. He lifted his gaze, his face calm, and and his eyes indifferent as they stared into the lens. With one hand lightly resting on the bag, his fingers were slender and beautifully formed.

In the photo, Han Mo was the absolute focus. Once his face appeared, others hardly cared about the target behind him him.

This was the photo Han Mo left behind after Yan Yibing left.

Yan Yibing knew for sure that there must have been a photographer capturing the winning moment, and Han Mo, in all likelihood, wouldn’t bother to come and find it.

Yan Yibing lightly tapped the photo and carefully tucked it into a brown-yellow bag.

He almost forgot.

Since Han Mo had given him the gloves, he decided to return the photo to Han Mo as a memento.

The music in the bar switched to a piano accompaniment, and the red-dressed violinist was replaced by a Russian beauty in a white dress.

Yan Yibing casually glanced and hummed a song as he entered the elevator.

Passing by Han Mo’s room door, he considered whether to hang it outside, but he was afraid it might be taken away as trash, so he brought it back to his room.

He placed the photo on the table, undressed, and went to sleep in a relaxed manner.

The schedule for the next day only included the Bear Mountain Beer Festival.

Docking at six in the morning, disembarking at seven, and re-sailing at six in the evening, giving the tourists nearly a whole day to enjoy fine wine and food.

Bear Mountain was a wild mountain without cable cars, only stone paths.

Usually, it was mostly locals who came for outings, and very few tourists actually explored the scenic spots.

The reason it was famous was the annual beer festival at the mountaintop.

Due to the absence of cable cars, one had to climb to get up the mountain.

There were many paths up the mountain, and the directions were marked simply with blue paint on tree trunks or stones. Some steps weren’t even considered real steps; they were just stones you could place your foot on.

Although most routes had gentle slopes and low danger, they extended the journey, requiring a long walk. If one wanted to reach the mountaintop quickly, they had to take the steeper, rugged paths.

This area had intentionally avoided excessive development.

To participate in the beer festival, where you could freely drink beers from various countries provided by the organizers, one had to climb up there with their own effort.

It was because of this threshold that, despite the event’s fame, the number of people participating didn’t overcrowd the mountain.

Yan Yibing, being a lazy person, was undoubtedly reluctant to climb a mountain like this.

He could roughly imagine all the beautiful scenery he could see from the mountaintop.

It’s nothing more than streams, jungles, and a cluster of traditional Hui-style buildings.

These fleeting scenes weren’t enough to make him pant heavily for half a day.

As for the various international beers on the mountaintop, not being able to drink them now didn’t matter; he could always order them online when he got back.

So, Yan Yibing decided to pull the blanket over, closed his eyes again, and went back to sleep.

Even he wanted to complain about himself; he was such an utterly unsophisticated person.

Other professional players were all enthusiastic young sports enthusiasts, carrying backpacks and walking sticks and setting off one by one in the early morning.

Before departing, of course, someone knocked on his door.

Yan Yibing, nestled in his blanket, mumbled, “I got a headache, resting for a while. You guys go ahead.”

Once the noise outside quieted down, he turned over and went back to sleep.

He slept until noon, and when he kicked off the blanket and grabbed his phone, he found the group chat flooded with scenic photos.

His mobile data was dropping rapidly, and Yan Yibing felt a bit distressed about it.

But the scenery on the mountain was indeed beautiful.

Today, the sunlight was excellent, with with with golden rays falling through the leaves and dewdrops on the leaves shimmering with glistening light.

Every angle was picturesque.

The professional players had already reached the mountaintop, holding one-liter mugs of beer and toasting in a circle.

In addition to beer, there were tents for barbecues, teppanyaki, hot dogs, and baguettes on the mountaintop.

Ding Luo recorded a short clip showing a group of African American guys holding microphones, singing and dancing enthusiastically, exciting other tourists to dance along, having a blast.

Yan Yibing didn’t expect the atmosphere to be so lively, and he vaguely regretted it.

If he hadn’t been greedy for sleep, he would be drinking beer on the mountaintop now.

【Zero Song Tang: Ahhh, this self-brewed beer is so good; it’s perfect with Sprite!】

【CNG Yu Yan: Alright, don’t tease Lazy Bing; I’ve never seen such a lazy person before.】

【ZLS Ding Luo: It’s a pity Bing Shen isn’t here; it’s not too late to come up now. It’s easy to climb; you’ll be there in an hour and a half.】

【Prince Xiao Nuo: Captain, it’s a pity you didn’t come too. It’s really delicious, and the hot dogs have an authentic New York flavor; you can even add sauerkraut.】

Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Han Mo didn’t go climb the mountain either.

So, he immediately asked in the group.

【Zero Yan Yibing: Who else besides me hasn’t gone?】

【ZLS Ding Luo: [Shy] Only you and Han Shen.】

【CNG Yu Yan: Baby, what’s with that expression of yours?】

【Prince Han Mo: I slept late yesterday; I didn’t get up.】

【ZLS Ding LuoOh? Did both of you sleep late at the same time?】

Yan Yibing put down his phone and glanced towards the door.

It was 1 a.m.; that wasn’t too late, was it?

Could it be that Han Mo also didn’t sleep after going back?

Could he still be studying the match videos from Korea?

He pouted, feeling disappointed.

When encountering a studious student during an outing, what could he do?

While everyone was thinking about how to have a good time, he was using everyone’s entertainment time to study.

The competition in the industry was becoming more intense. Nowadays, even kids are becoming more cunning.

Yan Yibing got out of bed, hurriedly freshened up, ran his fingers through his hair, threw on a casually sporty outfit, and headed out.

He thought grimly to himself that since everyone was having fun, he couldn’t let Han Mo progress alone.

So he knocked on Han Mo’s door.

Han Mo opened the door while chewing on a piece of toast.

He pursed his lips, the corners slightly pale and speckled with crumbs.

Looking up at Yan Yibing, a glint flashed in Han Mo’s eyes, then quickly dimmed.

“Bing Shen, is there something?”

Yan Yibing pulled down his cap, hands in his pockets, the collar half-open, revealing a section of his fair neck.

Somewhat rudely, he said, “Stop studying and come out to climb the mountain.”

Han Mo: “?”

Before Yan Yibing knocked on the door, Han Mo was opening the sliding window, leaning against the balcony railing, smoking in frustration.

He was so sour that he was about to go crazy, but in his position, he had no right to say anything.

It was normal for Yan Yibing to like women, especially beautiful ones.

Han Mo’s’s’s’s liking for for for for Yan Yibing was just wishful thinking.

So Han Mo restrained himself and locked himself on the balcony for a long time.

The night by the sea was unusually humid, and there was a layer of seawater on the balcony railing. Taking a deep breath, even his lungs tasted salty.

He only took a couple of puffs before the cigarette butt went soft.

He hadn’t slept much all night. Avoiding the large group heading for the mountain, he squinted for a while, planning to smoke another one to wake himself up.

The moment he put the cigarette in his mouth, Yan Yibing knocked on the door.

Instinctively, Han Mo threw the cigarette away and turned around, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth.

He was afraid the smoke wouldn’t smell good when talking to Yan Yibing.

“Climbing the mountain?” Han Mo swallowed a bite of toast, and his voice was hoarse.

“Everyone else has gone. It’s boring with just the two of us not going, and there’s nothing to do after waking up,” Yan Yibing said, using the toe of his shoe to block Han Mo’s door, leaving no room for Han Mo to dodge.

Han Mo’s eyelids trembled, and the slender outer corners of his eyes were a little red.

He hadn’t woken up properly; the one who had a good sleep was Yan Yibing.

It seemed that Yan Yibing did indeed have a great time yesterday, so he slept until noon.

“You go; I’m not going.” Han Mo gently closed the door, then realized that Yan Yibing had wedged it with his shoe.

Han Mo: “…”

“I don’t know the way; I can’t go up by myself.” Yan Yibing said it it it it it matter-of-factly.

He was a life idiot, and Han Mo wasn’t discovering it for the first time.

Helpless, Han Mo endured the sourness in his heart, went back to change his clothes, and followed Yan Yibing out.

To reach the mountaintop as quickly as possible, they chose the steepest path.

Most of the time, this path required them to bend their waists, and it was a one-way trip; it would be challenging to go back once they reached halfway up.

Han Mo followed behind Yan Yibing, his palms lightly supporting Yan Yibing’s back to prevent him from slipping.

Using both hands and feet and panting heavily, they unexpectedly climbed to the mountaintop in just an hour.

As soon as they reached the top, Yan Yibing collapsed onto the ground, his face turning red and his eyes staring blankly at the sky, unable to utter a single word.

Squatting beside him, Han Mo patted his face. “You climbed so fast despite your poor stamina.”

Han Mo was much better off; he quickly straightened up and regained composure.

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing’s wrist and supported the back of his head, trying to lift him up.

Yan Yibing’s soft, slightly curled hair brushed against Han Mo’s fingers, carrying a faint scent of shampoo.

Yan Yibing gripped Han Mo’s shoulder, breathing heavily, his his his his his lips tinged with a glossy red sheen, and his and his and his and his and his chest heaving violently.

“I’ll lie down… for a while, okay?”

His voice was unusually soft, ending with a slight tremor. Han Mo’s lower abdomen tightened, and his mind went to a very inappropriate place.

It was just climbing a mountain, but why did it feel like he…?

Han Mo looked down, his fragmented hair swaying before his eyes. “Let’s walk a bit; otherwise, it’s not good for your body. I’ll help you.”

Yan Yibing’s face flushed even more, blood rushing and his temples throbbing.

It had been a long time since he had had such intense physical activity, and climbing the mountain was too strenuous for his body.

He had no choice but to press his body weight onto Han Mo, slowly getting up with the help of Han Mo.

His throat ached, and his legs couldn’t stop trembling; the discomfort from the intense exercise became more apparent.

Han Mo asked, “Want to go find them?”

Yan Yibing shook his head uncomfortably. “I can’t drink anymore.”

He needed to rest for a while.

At least an hour, and going down the mountain would probably be torment.

If he had known, he would have enjoyed himself in the VIP mud bath on the cruise.

Han Mo sighed lightly, his gaze flickering elsewhere, his voice tinged with some resentment. “You drank too much last night.”

Yan Yibing almost had half of his body pressed against Han Mo, his head leaning on Han Mo’s shoulder, seemingly half-dead.

Hearing this, he lifted his eyelids, and his almond-shaped eyes trembled lightly. “Drank too much? What do you mean?”

Han Mo remained silent, just silently supporting him as they walked on the flat ground.

The distant sounds of revelry and joy had nothing to do with them.

Originally, he didn’t want to join in the revelry either.

“Oh, right.” Yan Yibing remembered something, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small brown paper bag.

He weakly placed the paper bag into Han Mo’s hand. “Here, I almost forgot.”

Han Mo lowered his gaze, holding the very thin paper, and asked, “What’s this?”

“Take a look, and you’ll know.”

So, Han Mo gently unfolded the paper seal with his fingertips and pulled out a photo from inside.

It was the one he left during the dart competition awards ceremony, but why did Yan Yibing have it?

Muttering to himself, Yan Yibing said, “Fortunately, I managed to get this in time last night. Otherwise, it would’ve been handled today. I found it at the film counter. Keep it.”

Han Mo froze, unbelievingly asking, “You went downstairs last night just for this?”

“Yeah.”

Yan Yibing thought Han Mo was making too much fuss about it.

He had heard that Han Mo was good at playing darts and had even won a pair of boxing gloves for him. Yet, he hadn’t reacted this dramatically.

Han Mo tightened his grip on Yan Yibing’s hand suddenly, and the suppressed oppression and bitterness in his heart vanished.

So, Yan Yibing didn’t go down to drink with the girls but went to get this photo for him.

Han Mo took a deep breath, his voice low and profound, asking, “Master, has no one told you that doing this kind of thing easily…”

“Yeah?” Yan Yibing made a questioning sound.

Han Mo’s finger slid down, quietly encircling his waist, guiding him to a nearby seat.

Yan Yibing took advantage of the situation, placing his knees on the armrest, swaying his legs, looking wilted. “Han Mo, I’m so tired.”

Squatting beside him, Han Mo held onto his ankle with one hand, softly saying, “Let me massage you.”

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Author’s Message:

Han Mo: It’s easy to get fucked by me when you do this kind of thing.

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