DSF Chapter 59

Yan Yibing’s mind went completely blank for over ten seconds.

The sensation on his lips was vivid, and his chest felt like it was holding a ticking time bomb. At the moment he realized what had happened, embarrassment, nervousness, anger, astonishment, confusion, conflict—all these emotions jumbled together, suddenly exploded and shattered.

He felt everything spinning around him. Then, a scorching heat, hotter than molten lava, enveloped him. He rapidly heated up all over, his teeth chattered, and his eyelashes quivered rapidly due to excitement.

He returned to reality and then couldn’t face it.

“You’ve had too much drink!”

Yan Yibing was still trapped by Han Mo’s arms. He scolded angrily, pushing Han Mo away with his hand.

But Han Mo, who had been drinking, was surprisingly strong and didn’t budge when pushed.

At this distance, with this proximity, Han Mo might easily come closer and kiss him again, and he wouldn’t even have room to evade.

Yan Yibing felt like his entire worldview was crumbling.

“I think I’ve had too much drink,” Han Mo said, looking at him earnestly. However, he couldn’t help licking his lips, as if savoring the taste of Yan Yibing’s lips.

Yan Yibing almost fainted with anger. “Don’t think that saying nonsense like you’ve had too much drink can explain this!”

Being a man himself, he knew exactly how men often used being drunk as an excuse to evade responsibility.

This was not something that could be casually denied.

The action just now was not treating him as a master or a friendly colleague at all.

“I dared to kiss you only because I was drunk, so I’ve definitely drank too much.”

Han Mo’s eyes drooped slightly, his fingers clenched into a fist, and the scent of alcohol mixed with a lemony shampoo drifted around.

Perhaps it should be called hormones.

In the face of someone he liked, he didn’t want to suppress himself. Every cell in his body was expressing longing for the person in front of him, releasing messages of love.

He wanted to hold him, grab his narrow and slender waist, press against his chest hidden by thin clothing, recklessly bite his lips, explore his mouth, taste him.

He wanted to see his almond-shaped eyes trembling with tears, to witness the disheveled chaos of his soft strands of hair.

He wanted to nibble on the thin skin of his collarbone, leaving a faint yet indelible mark.

He wanted him to like him.

Yan Yibing couldn’t stand the word “kiss.”

He had lived for many years and received numerous love letters from girls, but by twists of fate, he never entered a romantic relationship.

Except for his cousin and his mother, he hadn’t even held a girl’s hand, let alone kissed.

But today, the person he once had the highest hopes for, his disciple whom he taught wholeheartedly, his formidable opponent on the professional gaming stage, Han Mo, whom he felt both guilty for and cherished deeply, seemed to have feelings for him akin to a man’s feelings for a woman.

Yan Yibing quickly gasped twice, feeling ashamed, shrinking under Han Mo’s arm and slipping out.

Once he gained freedom, he bit his lip and lifted his leg to kick.

When Yan Yibing used to discipline Han Mo for not performing well in games, he had kicked him a few times in a joking manner, harmless taps on the shin.

But this time, it was a real kick.

Yet, he didn’t make contact with Han Mo.

Han Mo lifted his hand and somehow caught Yan Yibing’s ankle.

Oddly enough, the best place to grab his leg was his ankle, where there wasn’t much flesh.

As the force was suddenly blocked, Yan Yibing swayed to the left due to the inertia.

Yan Yibing awkwardly hopped twice in place, almost falling.

“Master, this is the consequence of your usual lack of exercise,” Han Mo remarked, tilting his head with disheveled hair falling slightly, his expression seeming somewhat regretful.

He wasn’t intentionally mocking Yan Yibing; rather, under the influence of alcohol, his emotional expression was straightforward.

He genuinely felt that Yan Yibing’s leg movement was slow and easily preventable.

Yan Yibing blushed, “Let go!”

If he didn’t release him, he would end up sitting on the ground, losing even more face.

Han Mo obediently let go, and his eyelids slowly fluttered, “If you want to kick, go ahead, I won’t block you.”

Yan Yibing couldn’t bring himself to kick.

He wasn’t here to punch a sandbag.

This thing started off with momentum, but by the second strike, it became awkward.

He pointed at Han Mo’s nose, so agitated that even the back of his hands turned red, “Are you crazy? Do you realize I’m your master? If you want to indulge your pleasures and relieve your sorrow, find a chick outside!”

Han Mo’s eyes were dark and filled with a mist of alcohol-induced moisture.

“I’m not looking for a chick; I like you. Liked you from the first meeting, the kind of like where I want to kiss, hug, and go to bed with you.”

Yan Yibing felt his head was about to explode. Han Mo’s words undoubtedly poured gasoline on the fire in his heart.

“Damn it!”

In anger, he kicked Han Mo.

Avoiding the hands, waist, and knees, he aimed for the thigh where it wouldn’t affect his gaming.

This kick was bound to leave a bruise.

Han Mo indeed didn’t dodge, just furrowed his brows slightly.

Yan Yibing began to get mad at himself again.

He was on the verge of exploding with anger, yet he was still considering not hurting Han Mo by disturbing his meal.

He was even crazier than Han Mo.

After the kick, filled with frustration, he turned around, reached the door, unlocked it, kicked it open, and walked away.

The villa’s electronic door had an alarm system. If someone violently tampered with it, it would set off an alarm and notify the community property management.

The piercing alarm rang behind him.

Annoyed, Yan Yibing frowned, covered his ears, and took big strides into the small grove.

The night in the neighborhood was quiet and warm, with a gentle breeze. The dark green branches extended orderly.

Stepping on the cobblestone path, he vigorously rubbed his face.

He didn’t go straight home.

In his current state, his parents would surely notice something was wrong.

This was his own business; he didn’t want to worry his parents.

Moreover, he couldn’t bring himself to say it because this matter was too unconventional and embarrassing.

In his parents’ eyes, Han Mo was also his junior, his disciple.

Now, his disciple was saying he wanted to sleep with him.

Damn it!

Lost in thought, Yan Yibing wandered aimlessly on the path in the greenery, sometimes illuminated by streetlights, sometimes in darkness.

He could be scratched by tree branches at any moment or even hit by thicker branches on his head.

After circling around several times, smelling the fresh air and feeling the breeze, he finally began to calm down a bit.

He couldn’t help but recall the adult film he watched in the Hakone Mountain Inn.

It was also two men, no breasts, no butts, but they were having sex together so passionately.

And because the one who was fucked was not good at acting, even though he wanted to show the fear of being forced, Yan Yibing could clearly feel that he was comfortable, skilled and enjoying it.

Two men, how is that possible!

He also remembered sleeping in Han Mo’s bed during the trip, wearing Han Mo’s bathrobe, using Han Mo’s shower, and being carried out of the hot spring by Han Mo while naked.

Before today, he considered it brotherly affection.

However, after today, he couldn’t bear to look at those various scenes in his memories.

He just didn’t understand.

Wasn’t Han Mo supposed to hate him? How did it turn into liking him?

There were many mosquitoes outdoors, especially in the bushes.

After wandering in circles, Yan Yibing got bitten several times, with one particularly annoying bite on his neck.

He couldn’t stay outside anymore, so he had to go home.

Just as he took a few steps, he remembered that the box of taro-flavored dessert was still at Han Mo’s place.

It’s not that he cared about a plastic box.

But his mom often used those plastic boxes to pack dumplings and small steamed buns made by the housekeeper for him to eat at school.

If he left the box there, his mom would definitely ask.

Yan Yibing sighed and resignedly headed towards Han Mo’s home.

He had made up his mind.

Not saying a word, he would take the box and leave. As for Han Mo, he could do whatever he wanted.

Yan Yibing, hands in his pockets and with a cold expression, walked up to Han Mo’s door.

The door still looked as if he had kicked it open, but it was no longer making noise. Half-open, weak light spilled out, illuminating a small area on the doorstep.

With the door open like this, mosquitoes were probably having a feast.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, indifferent in expression, opened the door, and stepped into Han Mo’s place.

He remembered dropping the box of taro dessert on the floor.

When Han Mo kissed him, he was too shocked, and the box slipped from his hand, probably spilling over.

But when his gaze searched for the box, it froze.

Han Mo was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, right knee bent, left leg crossed, head buried, quietly eating the scattered taro dessert.

The taro had cooled, and sugar threads had solidified on top, unevenly distributed—some too sweet, some flavorless.

But he didn’t mind.
There were traces of the spilled taro on the floor, and intact, beautiful pieces had been smashed into flattened mud. However, Han Mo treated it as if it were a delicacy, savoring each bit.

With dim light, his shadow cast on the wall occupied only a tiny space.

In this spacious villa, all that remained were forgotten spaces.

And Han Mo, like a lonely abandoned little wolf, sat in the corner without chopsticks, eating spilled food.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yibing felt both angry and heartbroken.

How come Han Mo looked even more pitiful?

Clearly, he was the one who had his first kiss stolen by a man, and was now being hit on by his disciple!

Han Mo paused in his chewing, and lifted his head, somewhat surprised but unable to hide his joy when looking at Yan Yibing.

He moved his lips slightly and asked softly, “Have you not kicked enough?”

Even though he hoped Yan Yibing would come back because he was willing to accept his feelings, it was undoubtedly impossible, so he sensibly asked the only reason he could think of.

Yan Yibing thought, Yeah, I wish I could kick you to death. I’m really unlucky to encounter this kind of thing.

He pointed to the box in Han Mo’s hand, his tone unfriendly, “Hurry up and eat, return the box to me!”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?”

From the main road outside, the sound of the security guard running and shouting came.

Two people, holding bright and dazzling flashlights, with walkie-talkies in hand, rushed to Han Mo’s door.

Seeing the door not closed properly, the security guard thought it had been robbed.

These thieves were really brazen, breaking in violently and still daring to turn on the lights.

They picked up sticks, and one on the left and one on the right swiftly rushed in.

“Don’t move! Get down!”

Yan Yibing was startled, turned around, and frowned at the two security guards.

“What are you doing?”

The security guards found Yan Yibing familiar.

Residents in such high-end communities were quite fixed, mostly not rented out, so the regular residents were familiar to them.

The security guard hesitated for a moment and asked, “Someone violently broke in, and the alarm went off automatically. What’s going on here? Did you lose something?”

He glanced around Han Mo’s house, empty except for a sofa and a coffee table—nothing, making it look like a robbery had occurred.

Yan Yibing’s temper didn’t get any better. With drooping eyes, he grumbled, “I kicked it, nothing was lost.”

The security guard, puzzled, shone his flashlight on Yan Yibing, “Why did you kick the door? Are you the homeowner?”

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo, who was leaning against the wall. Irritated, he said, “I felt like it.”

Han Mo propped himself up, stood against the wall, and the sudden movement made his vision blur, and his body swayed a bit.

He calmly explained, “I bullied him, he vented. Sorry for the trouble.”

The security guard, realizing it was a false alarm, was also a bit displeased.

They had rushed over in a hurry, thinking something big had happened, only to find two young people arguing.

“Don’t kick doors in the future. If there’s nothing wrong, notify the homeowner group so we don’t have to rush over.”

The two security guards left, holding their sticks, and fortunately, they kindly closed the door for them.

Han Mo walked over, handing the plastic box to Yan Yibing.

Before his hand could fully extend, Yan Yibing rudely snatched it, grinding the box’s edges harshly against Han Mo’s fingertips.

Han Mo stopped his hand, and the fingertip quickly reddened.

Yan Yibing paused, and subconsciously looked at Han Mo’s hand, his expression a bit anxious.

As the pinnacle player in this industry, he knew better than anyone the importance of an esports player’s fingers.

Even with such a serious rift between them, he would always care about Han Mo’s hands.

But Han Mo didn’t care.

He whispered, “It’s delicious.”

Seeing that his hand was fine, Yan Yibing felt relieved, let go of his worries, and grunted with a tense face, “It all fell on the ground, what’s so delicious about it!”

Han Mo’s eyelids trembled slightly, pursed his lips, and murmured, “Everything you give, I like it all.”

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Author’s Message:

Han Mo: You too, are delicious.

Yan Yibing: Get lost.

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