The soft and moist tip of the tongue touched Han Mo’s lips for a second, then quickly retracted.
Yan Yibing’s brain crashed, his nerves stretched to the threshold. If the light were on, you could see that his neck and chest had turned red.
Was that a French kiss? It was French kiss, right?
Damn!
He finally experienced a French kiss!
It wasn’t a big deal, quite easy, just a bit wild. He wondered if he scared Han Mo.
After all, a nineteen-year-old kid hadn’t seen much of the world.
Han Mo did indeed freeze.
In that stagnant moment, he opened his eyes, looked at Yan Yibing in disbelief, and slightly increased the distance.
Did he really just get teased?
That was too fast.
Yan Yibing was finally let go, his lips were moist and reddened, and his breath was rapid. But he still pretended to be unfazed, propped his elbow on the sofa, almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, and casually said, “Always being ambushed by you is too unfair, so I try a French kiss.”
Then, Yan Yibing heard a low chuckle.
It’s the kind of smile that can’t be restrained, teasing and friendly smile.
But at this moment, he was like a cat under stress, any slight noise could make him bristle.
He asked with a displeased tone, “What’s so funny?”
Han Mo shook his head, then leaned forward. The tip of his nose touched Yan Yibing’s, and he lifted his chin, ready to touch Yan Yibing’s lips again.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of drunkenness, “Master calls that a French kiss?”
“Otherwise?”
Yan Yibing raised his almond-shaped eyes and stared straight into Han Mo’s eyes.
Han Mo’s eyes were deep but bright, full of youthful vitality, with a persistent, warm, unrestrained, and eager gaze.
Han Mo’s fingers slid down two notches, fingertips lifting the edge of the fabric, a smile on his lips. He lightly touched Yan Yibing’s lips, saying, “Fortunately, I’ve seen some films. I’ll show Master what a French kiss is.”
With that, he boldly extended his tongue, forcefully prying open Yan Yibing’s lips, and arrogantly swept through Yan Yibing’s territory.
Yan Yibing suddenly widened his eyes, feeling a completely different kiss from before. Fireworks exploded in his head.
Too much…
It was too much, too much, too much…
It’s too much, you little beast!
His Adam’s apple rolled, lips were wet, fingertips tingling from lack of blood, but Han Mo, like a hungry wild wolf, was unaware of boundaries, forcing him to retreat on the soft carpet.
At some unknown moment, the internet suddenly lagged, freezing the advertisements on the screen, and the signal kept circling.
In the living room, only the sound of kissing remained.
Yan Yibing felt like he was truly drunk.
Otherwise, he would never allow Han Mo to do such audacious and bold things.
But he had to admit, men had a persistent and vigorous nature when it came to exploring these depths.
It wasn’t until he really felt the uncontrollable saliva flowing at the corner of his lips that he felt shame that was difficult to endure.
“Hands, let go!”
Yan Yibing forcefully pushed Han Mo away, lowered his head, and supported himself with both hands on the carpet, panting in embarrassment.
Once he regained his senses, he noticed that his short-sleeved shirt was wrinkled, and his pants were about to slide down.
There was also an indescribable physiological reaction that could only be hidden in the dim environment.
Not just him, Han Mo was equally disheveled.
Han Mo was absent-minded for a moment, his pulse was fast and erratic. Strands of hair stuck to his temples, and sweat slid down his sideburns.
The feeling of having one’s needs forcibly suppressed was uncomfortable, but at the thought that it was Yan Yibing, he could calm down a bit.
Not yet.
Yan Yibing wasn’t ready.
Even a simple kiss was a first-time attempt. How could he immediately accept that?
Han Mo’s chest heaved violently, the thin eyelids folded up, and the slender eye corners carried a hint of red.
He pursed his lips, swallowing down Yan Yibing’s taste, his voice hoarse, “I’ll go to the bathroom.”
If he didn’t leave, he was afraid he couldn’t control himself.
Yan Yibing was like a wooden statue throughout.
Hearing Han Mo’s words, he felt awkward at first, then responded in a muffled voice, “Mm.”
In fact, he also needed to go to the bathroom, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
Han Mo stood up, supporting himself on the coffee table. Before leaving, he reached out and gently stroked the back of Yan Yibing’s neck.
The warm and dry palm, with a non-aggressive touch, passed over the back of the head and neck, allowing Yan Yibing to break free from the extreme tension and confusion.
Even in such a situation, Han Mo didn’t forget to comfort him.
Seeing Yan Yibing’s breathing becoming less frantic, Han Mo quickly rushed into the bathroom.
As the sound of the door closing echoed, Yan Yibing let out a sigh, leaning back on the sofa.
Curling his legs and biting his lip, he forced himself to abandon his desires and emotions.
But the memories from just now were not so easily concealed. As soon as his mind wandered, he could recall them, leading to another bout of frustration, causing him to clench his legs tighter.
He’s young and weakens very slowly, unless stimulated by intense pain.
Yan Yibing clenched his fist, gesturing in front of him.
Reluctant.
What if it gets damaged?
He frustratedly pounded the sofa, and the leather emitted an innocent muffled sound.
It’s over.
Completely over.
He actually had a reaction to Han Mo.
He’s really not straight anymore.
But could he admit it?
Even if he pretends to be stupid, He couldn’t admit it, not until the day he retired.
Otherwise, what would the higher-ups of both teams think? What would their friends think?
If news of this got out, he and Han Mo could directly face social death.
Yan Yibing stared at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and gradually pressed down on that thing with his inner thigh little by little.
The sound of the shower came from the bathroom.
Yan Yibing’s ears twitched, and he could roughly imagine what Han Mo was doing.
If he were in his own home, with a private bathroom, he would definitely do the same.
After a while, he forcefully suppressed his own reactions, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Yan Yibing wrinkled his nose, fingers pinching the empty wine bottle, muttering, “It’s been quite a long time, isn’t it said that inexperienced guys are quick?”
Han Mo came out after taking another shower, his hair wet again, and his body filled with the scent of shower gel.
Seeing Yan Yibing sitting cross-legged on the floor, Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he whispered, “Are you going to go?”
Yan Yibing swayed the bottle of alcohol indifferently and said, “Why should I? I’m not in a hurry.”
Han Mo leaned over, squatting beside Yan Yibing, and a fragrance of shower gel wafted from his body.
“Master, you…”
“Don’t be late for training tomorrow. Go to bed early,” Yan Yibing interrupted him, standing up, forcibly convincing himself that everything that just happened didn’t occur. He had only watched a game and drank some alcohol, and now he was ready to go home.
Han Mo hugged his waist, pressing his head against Yan Yibing’s abdomen.
Like a little dog lying on its owner.
Han Mo whispered, “Are you going to pretend that nothing happened?”
Yan Yibing’s body tensed, remaining silent.
Han Mo’s damp hair brushed against Yan Yibing’s wrinkled clothes. “Don’t act like nothing happened, okay?”
If he had used a positive statement, Yan Yibing would naturally have pushed away his head, giving some formulaic advice not to stay up late, drink less, and not watch the national football team to avoid getting angry. Then, he would elegantly leave through the door.
But he asked, “Can we?”
Yan Yibing knew he had lost.
Lowering his head, he reached out and lightly tapped Han Mo’s head.
“Don’t pretend nothing happened. We’re both professional esports players, right? Discuss it after the match.”
With a competition approaching, anything affecting the players’ emotions shouldn’t happen.
They carried not only personal honor but also the honor of the country. It was a serious matter, prioritized over personal affairs.
Actually, Yan Yibing originally wanted to say, “Let’s talk about it after I retire.”
But when the words reached his lips, he couldn’t bear to push Han Mo so far away.
Then it would be after the East Asia Championship.
Give him some time to decide.
This was a big deal. He didn’t know how to explain it to Yu Yan and the others, let alone to his parents.
It was too unconventional.
With his former disciple.
The word ‘professional’ struck a chord with Han Mo.
He had always known that Yan Yibing treated esports very seriously and had principles.
Progress is progress; we can talk after the match.
Han Mo let go of him. “Don’t leave.”
Yan Yibing replied, “You waited until midnight. What else do you want?”
Han Mo said, “Auntie posted on her social media that she and Uncle went out for Chinese Valentine’s Day. Anyway, there’s no one at home, so there’s no point in going back.”
Yan Yibing asked, “What do you mean if I go back to sleep?”
Han Mo suggested, “Let’s go out and play with me tomorrow.”
Yan Yibing calmly responded, “Training.”
As soon as he finished speaking, both of their phones vibrated simultaneously.
Yan Yibing sniffed and took out his phone. Han Mo also paused, lowering his head to check his phone.
The messages were from the team’s small group chat.
【Yu Yan: Brothers, let’s discuss something. Tomorrow is Chinese Valentine’s Day. Can we adjust our training schedule? How about adding an extra four hours the day after tomorrow morning? Thank you, thank you, sorry, sorry.】
Yu Yan and Ding Luo are a couple.
Although the two worked in the same industry and understood each other’s work, missing Chinese Valentine’s Day was still a bit regrettable.
Yu Yan used to make Ding Luo wait, and after waiting for a long time, they almost broke up.
Now, he reexamined the relationship between work and love, deciding not to put too much pressure on himself.
Yan Yibing and Chen Chi both knew the reason behind Yu Yan and Ding Luo’s breakup and understood his desire for a holiday.
【Chen Chi: I don’t mind, just adjusting the schedule.】
【Little Beast: Okay! Have fun! Don’t feel burdened!】
Yan Yibing hadn’t sent his message when he saw Han Mo’s comment.
He almost burst into laughter.
From the length and tone of Han Mo’s message, it was evident how much he needed this break. The meaning that could be expressed in one word was turned into a whole sentence by him.
【Yan Yibing: It’s only right. Thinking about the things you did before, even Dad feels heartbroken.】
For once, Yu Yan didn’t argue with Yan Yibing.
【Yu Yan: Thanks, big bros!】
Han Mo put down his phone. “That’s settled.”
Yan Yibing pinched the phone screen, running his fingers through his hair. “Where are we going?”
Han Mo replied, “Near Magic City. Not too far. It’s best if we can come back within a day.”
Yan Yibing asked, “Bars, karaoke, ice rinks, swimming, indoor skiing—what else is there to do?”
Han Mo was also clueless, so he opened a travel app, selected the local area, chose the date, and started searching.
Suddenly, a promotional ad popped up on the search interface.
【Fantasy Disney, Joyful Valentine’s Day Trip! Enjoy a 10% discount on tickets on Valentine’s Day! Couples who spend over five hundred inside the park will receive a commemorative Mickey hat!】
Han Mo raised his gaze. “Go to Disney?”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Disney.
He had lost his childlike innocence for ten years, and the only impression he had left of Disney was tired legs.
Someone had mentioned Disney before.
Oh, it was his mom, saying he should accompany someone.
Who was it again?
He couldn’t remember.
Han Mo was a bit nervous. “I haven’t been there. Don’t know if it’s fun. Have you been there before?”
Yan Yibing thought about Han Mo’s miserable childhood and sighed silently in his heart.
He reluctantly said, “I haven’t been either.”
Ah.
Who said he didn’t favor Han Mo?
He would never willingly go to such a huge place.
Han Mo: “Then, are we going? If not, other places are fine too. Yu Garden? City God Temple?”
Yan Yibing: “Sure, since it’s popular, it must be fun.”
Han Mo flipped through the photos inside the app again. “Seems like it’s mostly kids who love to go. Is it too childish?”
Actually, he hadn’t seen the original version of those cartoon elements.
Talking about sentiments, there weren’t any.
But he felt that for Chinese Valentine’s Day, they should go to a beautiful place.
Yan Yibing: “Many adults go there. Even Marvel is part of Disney.”
Han Mo: “Okay, then I’ll book the tickets.”
Yan Yibing: “Sure.”
Han Mo: “It says here tomorrow at seven—”
Suddenly, Yan Yibing covered Han Mo’s mouth and gestured for silence.
Han Mo obediently closed his lips.
Yan Yibing swiped his finger and answered the phone lazily. “Hey, Mom, still not sleeping at this late hour?”
Mama Yan: “Still worried about you. Have you eaten?”
Yan Yibing: “I’m not stupid. Of course, I ate.”
Mama Yan: “Is it boring being alone at home?”
Yan Yibing: “Nothing. I watched a soccer match.”
In his heart, he thought, not boring, just learned how to kiss, with Han Mo.
Mama Yan: “We had hot pot for dinner, and now we’re at the hotel getting ready to sleep.”
Yan Yibing: “Alright, rest early. Have fun tomorrow.”
Papa Yan chimed in, “Oh, it’s been a while since I used these ticket-buying apps. It’s troublesome, and you have to link your card.”
Mama Yan: “You always rely on your secretary. In a few years, you’ll be outdated by the times.”
Yan Yibing: “Use the Itrip app to buy tickets. I have a membership and can get a discount. Or tell me what to buy, and I’ll get them for you.”
Mama Yan: “No need, we can manage. Your dad can handle something like this.”
Papa Yan: “Then I’ll buy the tickets.”
The voice was low, not close.
Mama Yan moved the phone to the side, extending her neck as she instructed, “Make sure to get the fast pass. I can’t stand in line.”
Yan Yibing frowned. “Mom, what are you saying?”
Mama Yan smiled, “It’s nothing. Good night, my son. We’ll take you to play together next time. The place we’re going tomorrow isn’t suitable for you.”
Yan Yibing squinted his almond-shaped eyes, lips curling up. “Okay, you two enjoy your alone time. I’m too lazy to go anyway.”
Author’s Message:
Yan Yibing: #@￥%%……&*￥！！！
Han Mo: Uncle, Auntie, we’re not here for a date.
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