Yan Yibing stared at the box of soothing cream, feeling a mix of emotions.
When did this person prepare this thing?
Did he predict that he would be roaming around outside last night?
Yan Yibing moved his lips slightly and said indifferently, “You go out first, I need to use the restroom.”
He didn’t take the soothing cream from Han Mo. He could endure this slight itch. After the meeting, he’d buy it on his way back to the club.
Han Mo withdrew his hand, smirked, and lazily said, “Can’t I use it too?”
He was speaking leisurely, but he didn’t move from where he stood.
Yan Yibing’s earlobes started heating up again. He turned his head, his tongue harshly grazing over his lower lip, unsure whether to leave or stay.
Han Mo’s gaze skimmed downward with an ambiguous expression as he earnestly said, “Master, I’ve seen everything that needs to be seen. It’s not good for a man to hold it in for too long.”
Yan Yibing’s face flushed even more.
He knew it was because of that incident when he fainted in the hot spring pool.
In all his years, he had never felt so embarrassed about someone pursuing him.
Han Mo was different from those reserved little girls who called him a male god. Han Mo didn’t! Care! About face!
Yan Yibing just wanted to ask the heavens and the earth why this originally indifferent young man had become what he was today.
“It doesn’t matter whether I hold it in or not, it’s fine. Not using it.”
Yan Yibing grabbed a piece of paper towel, wiped his hands, tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can, unlocked the door, and stepped out.
“Oh.” Han Mo raised an eyebrow and followed him outside.
Yan Yibing halted his steps, holding back his irritation, “Aren’t you going to use it?”
“Can’t you really tell that I did it on purpose?” Han Mo feigned surprise.
Yan Yibing: “…”
Of course, Yan Yibing knew that Han Mo did it intentionally. Normally, when someone is questioned like this, they would find a reason to explain. However, Han Mo didn’t. Han Mo wasn’t embarrassed, but Yan Yibing was.
Yan Yibing nodded, “I suggest Captain Han put his mind elsewhere. It’s impossible for me to like men.”
Han Mo fixed his gaze on him, hands in his pockets. After a while, he casually smiled and whispered, “It would be nice if it could be used elsewhere.”
Yan Yibing really needed to use the restroom.
The coffee he had just drunk was taking effect, stimulating his bladder to the point where he could hardly hold it in. Since Han Mo showed no intention of leaving, Yan Yibing hesitated no more.
Yan Yibing stood still for two seconds, then suddenly turned around and hurried back. In the gap before Han Mo could react, he quickly locked the bathroom door, trapping Han Mo outside.
Han Mo blinked.
It wasn’t that he didn’t realize what was happening; he genuinely didn’t want Yan Yibing to suffer.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, walked over, and placed the small box of soothing cream on the handle of the bathroom door.
As soon as Yan Yibing pulled the door, the box would fall, and there was no way he wouldn’t notice it.
Then, with a hint of regret, Han Mo glanced at the gap under the door, turned around, and left.
Back in the meeting room, Yu Yan looked up, “What’s wrong with you two? Did you provoke him again?”
Han Mo, with droopy eyes, mumbled vaguely, “How can I provoke him?”
After saying that, he took the bottle of water Yan Yibing had thrown at him and put it in his backpack.
Chen Chi rubbed his stomach and stood up, “Hey, he looks like he didn’t sleep well. The young master wakes up in a bad mood. Alright, I’ll go to the bathroom and calm him down.”
Han Mo offered some friendly advice, “Don’t go. He locked the bathroom door, you won’t be able to get in.”
Chen Chi: “…What’s wrong with him?”
Lu Jianghe commented, “I now believe that men have periods too. Let’s just leave it be?”
Yu Yan suspiciously looked at Han Mo, “Did you really not provoke him?”
Han Mo leaned against the table, sitting on the edge, flicking the cigarette box with his fingers, “What do you think?”
Yu Yan frowned, “Gou Bing has a simple mind. He offended you before, but you also offended him. I know you don’t want to cooperate with him, but it’s a requirement from above, not something you can casually refuse.”
Han Mo casually said, “Who said I don’t want to cooperate with him.”
Yu Yan raised an eyebrow.
Lu Jianghe’s eyes also widened in surprise.
But before they could continue, Yan Yibing came back, wiping his hands.
His mood had improved somewhat, and his complexion wasn’t as bad as before. As soon as he returned, he pursed his lips and said, “Sorry for the bad temper just now.”
Yu Yan replied, “Forget it. It’s not the first time for you.”
Chen Chi waved his hand, “No need to explain. Quickly finalize the four hours of practice time. There are still matters at the club.”
Yan Yibing nodded.
They were too familiar with each other, no need for this pretentiousness.
“I’m fine with any time. Just not too early; I might not be able to wake up,” Yan Yibing stated.
Yu Yan suggested, “From 2 PM to 6 PM or 7 PM to 11 PM. We can adjust as needed based on special circumstances. After practice, everyone goes back home.”
Chen Chi agreed, “Okay, I’ll go back and make arrangements.”
Yan Yibing added, “No objection.”
Han Mo simply said, “Mm.”
With the time settled, they were all eager to leave the league building.
Yu Yan and Yan Yibing shared a car and left by taxi.
Soon, Chen Chi’s car arrived, and he glanced at Han Mo, “Aren’t you leaving?”
Han Mo replied, “I’m leaving.”
After everyone departed, Han Mo circled back upstairs to the bathroom.
The box of soothing cream was gone from the door, and there was nothing on the floor.
He looked at the nearest trash can, and it was also clean.
He lowered his head, smiled, and opened the ride-hailing app.
Yan Yibing returned to the club, his mind still a mess.
Sun Tianjiao approached, asking about the arrangements there. Yan Yibing briefly explained, but after a few sentences, he used the excuse of practicing aggressive play to dismiss Sun Tianjiao.
In the training room, Song Tang and Xu Rui were chatting.
Their computer screen displayed the interface of a successful chicken dinner.
Song Tang, facing away from Yan Yibing, sighed, “I really don’t understand these young girls nowadays. What do they even like?”
Xu Rui noticed Yan Yibing and looked up, “Captain.”
He casually tossed a small cake to Yan Yibing.
Yan Yibing hadn’t eaten anything and was quite hungry.
He took it, tore open the packaging, and asked, “What young girls?”
Song Tang turned around, looking extremely disgusted, “My sister. She bought a bunch of novels, and I was bored, thinking of flipping through them. After all, it’s been several years since I’ve read fantasy novels. But in there, it’s not about cultivating immortality and becoming a god. The male lead actually got together with his master, for real, even with explicit details. Damn it, my eyeballs almost fell out. I went to criticize her for indulging in such explicit content at such a young age, and she even beat me!”
Yan Yibing was about to put the cake into his mouth but was startled by Song Tang’s words. His hand trembled, and the cake rolled onto the floor.
Yan Yibing: “…”
Xu Rui, enjoying the situation, said, “Look at how you scared the captain. The captain has guided many young trainees.”
Song Tang apologized with a smile, “Hers was in the genre of martial arts, different, and particularly unsightly.”
Yan Yibing, expressionless, picked up the cake, tore off the dirty part, and said, “Books nowadays can really be blindly written. What can men do to each other?”
Xu Rui, playing the role of a knowledgeable expert, clicked his tongue, “Captain, you don’t know this? Men… they also have a hole, you know, that thing. You understand, right?”
Yan Yibing looked at the cake in his hand, feeling unable to eat it.
With a stern face, he scolded, “Understand my foot! Stop chatting during training time, have you done enough drills!”
Xu Rui stuck out his tongue, lowered his head, and focused on his work.
He didn’t know which words offended Yan Yibing, but it was apparent that the captain had strong opinions about the relationship between a master and a disciple.
Yan Yibing finished shouting, paused, and felt somewhat deflated.
Today wasn’t a good day for him to be around people.
With lack of sleep, heightened tension, and a bad temper, he was on the verge of offending everyone around him.
Thus, he skipped practice and went straight back to his room.
Seated on his bed, he removed his shirt and began applying ointment to the mosquito bites on his body.
The cool, heavily scented cream spread across his skin, quickly soothing the itch and pain.
It had to be said that Han Mo’s choice of product was quite effective.
It wasn’t that he was trying to be righteous; it was just that he didn’t want this box of stuff to be thrown away by the cleaning staff.
The items were innocent; he didn’t want to waste them.
Yan Yibing’s fingers massaged his neck, but his mind couldn’t suppress the memory of last night’s scene.
Not that he was overthinking it.
It was his first kiss, an experience impossible to forget.
When Han Mo leaned in, he couldn’t avoid it at all because it happened so suddenly. Their lips touched, and there was a lingering sweetness of sugar.
When someone gets close suddenly, their breath becomes more pronounced – alcohol, lemon, and the unique scent of youth.
The impression was too deep.
For the first time, he felt the surge of adrenaline, the feeling of his brain instantly congested and unable to breathe.
It was like walking on a tightrope of taboo, breaking the norms of ethics and morality.
Yan Yibing raised his hand, touching the area Han Mo had kissed.
He shook his head again, feeling annoyed, and lay down on the bed shirtless, eventually drifting off to sleep.
He had no idea how long he slept. When he opened his eyes the next day, it was still dark outside.
Struggling to sit up, his whole body felt powerless, unable to exert any strength.
His temples throbbed, and his mouth was dry and sore.
He bit his lip, suddenly feeling a slight dull pain around his ear.
As if his jaw muscles were stuck together, unresponsive.
Yan Yibing pressed his ear, a glimmer of moisture in his eyes.
Reaching for his phone, he stared at the time displayed on the screen, remaining in a daze for a long while.
Did he actually sleep for a whole day?
His phone, bombarded with messages from various people, nearly flooded WeChat.
There were messages from Sun Tianjiao, teammates, Yu Yan, and Liang Hefeng.
Liang Hefeng sent several 60-second voice messages, but Yan Yibing wasn’t in the mood to listen for now.
He glanced at the messages from Yu Yan.
Yu Yan asked if he wanted to grab a meal together.
Looking at the time, Yu Yan’s message was an hour ago.
Yu Yan also made several calls, none of which he answered. Sun Tianjiao sent him a contract and then cautiously asked if he had gone out.
Yan Yibing first replied to Sun Tianjiao: “Didn’t go out, just slept.”
He then messaged Song Tang and the others, “I overslept, go ahead with the practice without me.”
Finally, he told Yu Yan, “I won’t eat tonight, just saw the messages.”
There were too many voice messages from Liang Hefeng, and feeling a bit nauseous, he hesitated. He didn’t want to look at the phone screen anymore.
Struggling to sit up, his vision suddenly went black.
Touching his forehead, he didn’t feel feverish at all.
Certainly, there must be something wrong with his body; otherwise, he wouldn’t feel this terrible.
Yan Yibing contacted the team doctor through the club’s work group, asking for the doctor to come and take a look at him.
In no time, the team doctor rushed over with a medical kit, somewhat flustered, asking, “Bing Shen, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Professional players fear getting sick on the eve of a competition. Falling ill can impact a string of sponsorships.
Yan Yibing replied, “I don’t feel feverish, but I’m weak all over, a bit dizzy, and my ears feel swollen and painful.”
Frowning, the team doctor took out a thermometer and measured his temperature.
“It’s already 38 degrees, what not feverish?”
Yan Yibing sighed softly.
What he feared most was coming true.
How could he get a fever at such a crucial moment?
The team doctor then turned his face and looked at the back of his ears.
The soft earlobes were slightly reddened from being pressed, with imprints of the pillow folds. The contours of the ear bone were round and beautiful, thinly exposed under the light, seemingly translucent.
Behind the earlobe, there seemed to be a bit of swelling.
The team doctor pressed the soft skin there, and Yan Yibing frowned, saying in a hoarse voice, “It hurts.”
The team doctor said seriously, “Bing Shen, I suspect it’s mumps. The incubation period is about a week, so you must have been infected at some point.”
“Mumps?” Yan Yibing murmured with narrowed eyes.
The team doctor nodded, also putting on a mask, “I suggest you go to the hospital for an examination to confirm. If it is, mumps are contagious, and you need to go home to recover.”
Yan Yibing frowned, “Is it highly contagious?”
The team doctor replied, “Certainly, it’s quite contagious. Generally, if one person in a school gets it, it spreads to several classes around.”
Yan Yibing quickly covered his mouth and nose with the blanket, fearing he might infect the team doctor too.
The team doctor helped him pull down the blanket, saying, “This disease mostly affects children under eighteen. Adults have a well-developed immune system and are less likely to catch it. Moreover, I had it when I was a child, so I have lifelong immunity. Don’t worry.”
Yan Yibing’s eyes trembled, and when he opened his mouth, the stretching sensation was too obvious; it hurt when he exerted force.
“I’m already twenty-five, how could I be infected?”
The team doctor said, “Irregular sleep, hormonal imbalance, maybe your immunity is too weak.”
Yan Yibing frowned, “I haven’t infected the people in the club, have I?”
The team doctor replied, “We’ll know that in eight days. However, they are all adults, and you haven’t been eating in the cafeteria recently, so under normal circumstances, it shouldn’t happen. But I still need to give them some antiviral agents to be cautious.”
Clutching his ears, his almond-shaped eyes drooping, the corners of his eyes reddening from the fever.
His voice suddenly became very soft, and he asked indistinctly, “Then… is it easy to infect adults if you’re in close proximity to them?”
The doctor didn’t quite catch it and leaned in, asking, “What did you say?”
Yan Yibing felt a feverish heat all over his body. Lips pressed tight, he paused for a few seconds before closing his eyes and saying, “If I accidentally kissed someone, would they get infected?”
Team doctor: “…”
How should one react suddenly knowing the team captain is in love?
Solo for twenty-five years from the cradle, finally finding a girl he liked, congratulations would be in order under normal circumstances.
However, in the current situation, congratulations seemed inappropriate.
Yan Yibing: “…”
He didn’t know what he was feeling, but he just wanted to beat up Han Mo even more.
If, because of that kiss, he accidentally infected Han Mo, both of them would miss the East Asia Championship Training, and the League Chairman would probably explode.
Team doctor: “In theory… But these things aren’t always predictable. You better advise the girl to get a blood test. If she doesn’t show any symptoms now, she can take some medication to fight it off.”
Yan Yibing sighed hopelessly, saying in a resigned tone, “How long until I get better?”
The doctor replied, “This disease doesn’t have specific antiviral treatment. Just rest in bed, and wait for the fever to subside. It’ll probably take about a week.”
“Okay, let them know, ask them to be cautious, and tell the cleaning staff to disinfect. I’m heading home.” Yan Yibing couldn’t stay in the team; he was afraid that staying longer would accumulate more viruses, and he might actually end up infecting someone.
Moreover, his dad was away on a business trip today, taking his mom along, leaving only him and the occasional aunt who came by to look after things.
Team doctor: “You need to bring down the fever. Take some antipyretics. If the fever returns quickly, it’s better to use physical cooling methods. This illness is uncomfortable; you’ll probably have to stick to liquid food for the next few days.”
Yan Yibing leaned against his headboard, took a deep breath, rubbed his tousled hair, and muttered, “Okay.”
The doctor offered, “Should I stay with you? I’m afraid you might have trouble alone.”
Yan Yibing waved his hand, “Go rest. It’s only 38 degrees. I’m not that helpless.”
He got up, feeling weak in the legs, head heavy.
However, to avoid causing more trouble for others, he pretended everything was fine and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Only when his fingers touched the cold water could he feel how hot his body was.
The cool water relieved some of the heat, making him feel a bit more clear-headed.
Yan Yibing put on a new set of clothes and wrapped himself in a jacket.
Oddly, despite having a fever, he felt cold once he got out of bed.
He called Yu Yan.
Yan Yibing wrinkled his nose, “Son, Dad might not make it to training today.”
Yu Yan replied, “We’re having a meal. Tell Dad what’s wrong?”
Yan Yibing: “Dad has a fever, the team doctor says it might be mumps. I’m not sure, maybe I’ll go to the hospital for a blood test. We met yesterday, so you guys drink some Isatis root just in case; it seems contagious.”
Yu Yan clicked his tongue, “Is it serious?”
Yan Yibing replied, “The team doctor said it’s not easy for adults to get infected, probably not particularly severe if the immune system is good.”
Yu Yan asked, “How high is your fever? Dad loves exercising, and he’s always in good health.”
Yan Yibing: “Uh… 38 degrees. I’ll be fine in a few days at home. Sorry, but please go ahead with your training.”
The phone made a clattering sound, the noise of a chair being pushed.
Yu Yan picked up his clothes and said briefly, “Wait for me, I’ll come to see you.”
Yan Yibing quickly refused, “No, no, no. We’ve talked about the contagiousness. You might not have any reaction, but Ding Luo might. Don’t take the virus back home. Besides, there are people at home, so I don’t need you.”
Yu Yan frowned, “You have no common sense at all, do you?”
Yan Yibing retorted, “You’re the one without any common sense. Anyway, I won’t talk anymore. Enjoy your meal.”
Although Yu Yan was a bit worried, he knew Yan Yibing’s parents were nearby, so he didn’t insist on going.
After calling Yu Yan, Yan Yibing, with a cold face, dialed Han Mo’s number.
The phone rang twice, and Han Mo answered.
Han Mo said in a deep voice, “I heard what you just said to Yu Shen.”
Yan Yibing couldn’t be bothered with small talk. “Come out and get a blood test.”
Han Mo smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned about the illness, “What? Afraid I’ll get infected?”
Yan Yibing replied, “You know it’s highly contagious, right? Don’t forget what you’ve done.”
Han Mo lowered his eyes, lowering his voice, “Kissed you? I haven’t forgotten.” Yan Yibing retorted, “…Then go get a blood test!”
A person without shame is truly invincible.
Han Mo chuckled, “Sure, I’ll come find you.”
Yan Yibing objected, “Don’t come, go get the blood test yourself.”
Han Mo looked down, leaned against the window, facing away from everyone, and said softly, “Don’t want to go to the hospital alone.”
He had been to the hospital alone too many times, busy attending to everything, witnessing countless goodbyes and suffering.
In the hospital, with so many people, no one’s pain could be shared.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs, everyone was pitiful, and no one had the time to share sympathy.
He, too, had no one to share with.
He didn’t like the smell of the hospital.
The smell of smoke, the scent of disinfectant, the various scents brought in by people’s clothes from outside, and the smell in the ward when the sunlight hit the concrete floor.
These scenes, along with long memories, were deeply imprinted in his mind.
Yan Yibing remained silent for a moment, then said, “Nanhua Hospital.”
It was the nearest tertiary hospital to his home, not very famous in Magic City, so it wasn’t too crowded.
Han Mo said, “Hmm, wear more layers.”
Yan Yibing didn’t respond, and hung up the phone.
Han Mo returned to the dining table, picked up his clothes, and said, “I’ll be out for a while. You guys go ahead and eat. We might not be able to train tonight.”
Chen Chi frowned, “What’s going on with you again?”
Han Mo didn’t conceal it either. “Checking up on my master.”
Yu Yan sighed, putting down his chopsticks on the table, “I just said, he won’t let me go. This thing is contagious.”
Han Mo chuckled, “I had it when I was ten. The doctor said I have lifelong immunity. I’ll be fine.”
Yu Yan raised an eyebrow, “Alright then, see how he’s doing for me. Let me know if he’s feeling particularly unwell.”
Han Mo replied, “You don’t need to worry; I’ve got it covered.”
Chen Chi was curious, “Aren’t you two usually at odds? When did you become so close?”
Han Mo, fully dressed, said meaningfully, “In the end, he’s still my master.”
Chen Chi felt somewhat relieved upon hearing that. “As long as you haven’t forgotten.”
At 7 p.m., the sky hadn’t completely darkened yet. The sky was the color of deep-sea water, the moon rising on the horizon, and the stars hanging quietly in the sky.
Wearing a mask, Yan Yibing arrived at Nanhua Hospital by car and bumped into Han Mo at the entrance.
Han Mo had arrived earlier, dressed in a casual gray sportswear with a thin white short-sleeved shirt underneath.
Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo and lowered his eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable from the fever, he had little energy left, not even the strength to glare at people.
The hospital was bustling with people coming and going, and the reception desk was crowded.
He looked around blankly, unsure where to register.
He rarely went to the hospital. Occasionally, when he had a fever or a cold, he would just take medicine at home. If it got a bit severe, his mom would take him to the university hospital.
F University’s hospital had a high standard, with professors who occasionally came for consultations. Plus, his mother was a staff member at the university, so things were convenient.
He had never dealt with these procedures by himself.
Han Mo walked up to him, raising his hand to touch his forehead.
Yan Yibing tilted his head, avoiding it.
With only his eyes visible, Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo before turning his head without saying anything.
Running a fever, his eyes were teary, lacking any intimidating presence.
However, Yan Yibing also knew that Han Mo wasn’t afraid of him. If it weren’t for worrying about infecting Han Mo, he wouldn’t want to see him after work.
Han Mo wasn’t angry and said softly, “Give me your ID, I’ll register for you. Sit and wait for me.”
Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, took out his ID from his pocket, and handed it to Han Mo.
Han Mo skillfully went to the counter to register, while Yan Yibing just stared at his back, pondering in his mind whether there could be a virus on his ID.
After waiting for twenty minutes, Han Mo finished registering and called him over.
“Blood draw on the second floor. Results in half an hour. I’ll support you.”
Yan Yibing took back his ID and whispered, “No need.”
Han Mo nodded thoughtfully, following him silently as they walked upstairs.
Yan Yibing stood by the window, looking at the thin, silver-tinged needle, feeling a bit dizzy.
He was afraid of pain.
Even more afraid of the sensation of being pierced.
But from childhood to adulthood, he always couldn’t avoid various injections. Moreover, as a male, saying he was afraid would seem a bit too affected, especially since the blood-drawing doctor was a girl.
“Make a fist and extend it forward a bit.”
Yan Yibing stretched his arm forward, nervously clenching his teeth and turning his face away.
It had been too long since he had been pricked by a needle; he had forgotten what it felt like.
With white skin and shallow veins, it was easy to find. The doctor skillfully wiped his arm with an alcohol pad, and his arm felt cool.
Yan Yibing swallowed saliva continuously, waiting for the moment the needle would pierce.
“Master, your arm is really fair,” Han Mo suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a vague and inexplicable ambiguity.
Yan Yibing’s attention was drawn by him, and he raised his eyes, angrily cursing the little beast in his heart.
But at this very moment, the needle pierced.
The doctor skillfully drew blood and said to him, “All done.”
Yan Yibing didn’t even have time to dwell on the pain.
He hesitated for a moment, noticing that Han Mo had regained his cold expression, no longer teasing him.
So, was the earlier action… to divert his attention?
Next up was Han Mo.
He swiftly rolled up one sleeve, extending his arm.
Then, without even blinking, the blood was drawn, as if nothing had happened.
He knew he wouldn’t get infected. The blood draw was just to accompany Yan Yibing.
This place, the hospital, felt very lonely without anyone by your side.
Afterward, the two sat on chairs waiting.
Yan Yibing, feeling uncomfortable, half leaned against the chair. His clothes loosely covered him as he closed his eyes, drowsy.
Meanwhile, Han Mo fiddled with his phone, scrolling through social media.
He wanted Yan Yibing to rest on his shoulder, but Yan Yibing fiercely resisted.
Half an hour passed quickly. The test results were out. Yan Yibing indeed had mumps, but Han Mo did not.
Yan Yibing immediately distanced himself from Han Mo and whispered, “You’re fine. You should go back.”
Han Mo’s gaze fell to the ground, looking at the suddenly widened gap between them, murmuring softly, “Do you mind if I go to take care of you at your place? Your parents are away on a business trip, aren’t they?”
Yan Yibing frowned, “How do you know…”
He remembered that Han Mo had added his mom on WeChat when he came to his house for dinner last time.
Just now, Han Mo was checking his friends’ updates.
Yan Yibing tightened his mask, his voice muffled, “Yes, I mind. Stay away from me. You’re lucky not to be infected this time, but there might not be a next time.”
Yan Yibing turned sideways. There was a faint red mark on his nose from the mask, and his thick eyelashes curled. Under the hospital’s bright lights, it cast a faint shadow.
His appearance, even when sick, was somewhat cute.
Han Mo raised his eyes, with deep creases on his eyelids. He leaned forward, seemingly not caring about the virus on Yan Yibing.
Han Mo helped him straighten the coat that had slipped off his shoulders, and asked in a low voice, “Really not letting me go?”
Slightly irritated, Yan Yibing weakly retorted, “I’ve said it’s highly contagious! Do you really want to get infected?”
His temples seemed to be more swollen, and speaking seemed to tug at the affected area, causing a thread of pain.
Han Mo, swept by his gaze, felt a lump in his throat, his eyes darkened.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned in towards Yan Yibing. He reached out and pulled down the tightly pressed mask, revealing Yan Yibing’s moist, slightly red face.
The edge of the mask pulled down rested on the bottom of his slightly swollen lips, exposing the slightly swollen lips due to the fever.
Han Mo’s eyelids lowered, his fingertip pinching Yan Yibing’s chin, and without hesitation, he leaned down, capturing Yan Yibing’s dry lips.
Yan Yibing suddenly widened his eyes, wanting to struggle, but Han Mo’s left hand held onto his waist, not letting him go.
It wasn’t until Han Mo’s teeth gently grazed his lips, his tongue ambiguously sweeping across his tightly closed lips, that he reluctantly let him go.
He was thoroughly kissed, his dry lips moistened, and amidst their breaths was the faint fragrance of the night breeze clinging to Han Mo’s body.
Compared to the last time when he was drunk, Han Mo was clearly more sober, calmer, and more dominant.
Yan Yibing’s eyelids trembled violently. His lips, originally pale, were now reddened by Han Mo’s bite.
As he looked at the person in front of him, there was only one word in his mind.
Insane.
Absolutely insane.
After the kiss, Han Mo lifted his mask gently, fixed it for him, and then whispered huskily in his ear, “Why not just get infected? As long as I get to kiss you every day.”
The hospital was bustling with people, the lights were pale, everyone hurriedly passed by, and no one noticed the fleeting plunder and ambiguity at that moment.
The moment the mask was lifted, Yan Yibing was completely covered again, as if nothing had happened.
Author’s Message:
Han Mo: Nowhere near thorough, I haven’t stuck my tongue out yet.
Yan Yibing: Hmph.
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