On the day of the Chinese Valentine’s Day, Yan Yibing slept until ten in the morning. When he groggily opened his eyes, the sunlight outside was already bright and scorching.
He lazily climbed out of bed, squinting as he stretched.
Looking at the weather, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
On such a hot day, going to Disney and standing in line would be self-inflicted torture.
However, despite thinking so, he quickly jumped out of bed, took a quick shower in the bathroom, and then, while drying his hair, sent a WeChat message to Han Mo.
【Yan Yibing: I’m almost done getting ready. What about you?】
【Little Beast: Putting on underwear.】
【Yan Yibing: … Is it necessary to be so specific?】
【Little Beast: I want you to help me put them on.】
【Little Beast: Also want to help you put them on.】
Yan Yibing looked at the sky, selectively ignoring that statement.
He shook his hair, opened the wardrobe, and casually pulled out shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, tossing them onto the bed.
However, as his gaze shifted, he stared for a few seconds and then stuffed those two items back into the wardrobe.
He crouched down, rummaged through the new clothes under the cabinet, and selected a pair of capri pants.
This outfit wasn’t from the official sponsor but was bought by his cousin.
His cousin worked in fashion design and had connections with many high-end brands, so the clothes she gave him were limited editions with very stylish designs.
But these clothes were all pressed down below, and he was too lazy to take them out each time.
Tearing open the bag and removing the tag, Yan Yibing put on the pants.
The new pants weren’t as comfortable as the previous shorts, but they looked good.
He turned around in front of the mirror, quite satisfied.
After dressing up, he picked up his phone, slung the bag over his shoulder, and went downstairs.
Just as he reached downstairs, a knocking sound echoed.
Yan Yibing opened the door, glanced at Han Mo, then placed the bag on the ground, bent over, and began to put on his shoes.
Han Mo leaned against the door frame, his gaze lowering, tightly fixed on him.
Yan Yibing wore dark-colored pants, loose on top and tight at the bottom, revealing a round and beautiful ankle and a slender segment of the calf.
The skin, deprived of sunlight for a long time, appeared milky white against the dark pants. Due to the posture of bending, the waist and hips tightened, and the contours of the legs were very distinct.
It was hard to look away.
When Yan Yibing stood up, he saw Han Mo’s gaze moving down below.
He thought Han Mo had taken a liking to his pants, so he patted his leg somewhat proudly. “A limited edition from my cousin.”
Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he said slowly, “I was wrong.”
Yan Yibing frowned. “Hmm?” Han Mo finally lifted his gaze, parted his thin lips, and smiled, “I don’t want to help you put on pants anymore. I want to help you take them off.”
Yan Yibing: “……….”
He received a provocative remark early in the morning. Lifting his bag and using the momentum, he swung it towards Han Mo.
Han Mo raised his hand, catching his bag. “Don’t bring so much stuff. Leave it with me.”
Yan Yibing imagined the scene for a moment—himself empty-handed, and Han Mo carrying the belongings of two people.
He really treated him like a girlfriend.
“No need.”
With that, he closed the door, pulled on his duckbill cap, and walked out with long strides.
There was no wind outside, and the sunlight poured over the green leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Approaching noon, the shadows became short and flat. The water from the small fountain at the entrance splashed, making a tinkling sound.
Yan Yibing subconsciously raised his arm and pressed down on the brim of his hat.
Han Mo turned around and caught up, taking advantage of the lack of people around to lift his hand and embrace Yan Yibing’s waist.
“Master, the pants look good.”
“The inside of the pants looks even better.”
Yan Yibing unceremoniously swatted his hand away. “Be careful, or I’ll push you into the fountain.”
Just as someone passed by, Han Mo timely withdrew his hand and walked beside Yan Yibing.
Actually, they weren’t early.
The gate opened at half-past eight, and tourists who had strategized were already rushing to various themed games.
By the time they arrived, the park was already overcrowded.
But Yan Yibing wasn’t interested in any small trains, bumper cars, carousels, or roller coasters.
He preferred spending the day in the cool and comfortable 4D cinema.
Transferring subways along the way, they reached the entrance of Disney, and it was almost noon, around twelve o’clock.
As soon as they stepped out of the underground, a wave of heat surged, taking away the coolness, and a thin layer of sweat instantly formed on their bodies.
Yan Yibing, with sensitive eyes, easily teared up in bright light.
He lifted his moist apricot kernel eyes and looked at the massive DISNEY WORLD sign at the entrance.
A child stood beside Yan Yibing, hands supporting the chin, striking a cliché pose seen everywhere, waiting for his parents to take a photo.
Not noticing, Yan Yibing blocked half the frame.
The child looked up at him and shouted, “Mom, big brother is crying!”
The parents explained with childish humor, “Because the big brother, like baby, loves Mickey Mouse so much, he’s moved to tears.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
He lowered his head in embarrassment, covered his face, and hurriedly walked inside.
Han Mo had just taken out the map and happened to hear the child’s words.
He quickly ran over, pulled out sunglasses from his bag, pressed them onto Yan Yibing’s warm earbone, and said, “Big brother, why aren’t you wearing sunglasses?”
The sunglasses blocked most of the glaring light, and Yan Yibing could finally comfortably open his eyes.
His sunglasses were left at the club; he didn’t have any at home.
“Why are you giving me yours?”
Han Mo: “I don’t need to wear them; it’s not that uncomfortable.”
Noon sunlight was scorching, and nobody felt comfortable, but Han Mo indeed wasn’t as uncomfortable as Yan Yibing. After all, Yan Yibing had been in service for eight years, while Han Mo was just over two.
Yan Yibing didn’t refuse either, adjusted the sunglasses, and muttered, “Being young is great.”
Han Mo: “There’s something even better if Master is willing to try.”
Yan Yibing pursed his lips, and whispered, “Shut up.”
Their first destination in the park wasn’t any ride but a restaurant.
Yan Yibing glanced through the restaurant menu and chose the closest one, which happened to serve omelette rice.
On the way to the omelette rice restaurant, they encountered a street vendor selling grilled turkey legs.
Han Mo had never tried it before and glanced at it several times.
Yan Yibing noticed and stopped, silently walked over, and bought one.
Han Mo followed behind him, watching with curiosity.
The owner, dressed in a cartoon costume, quickly wrapped one for Yan Yibing and handed it to him in an oiled paper.
Yan Yibing stepped aside, saying, “Give it to him.”
So, the owner handed it to Han Mo.
Han Mo was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and took it, “Is it for me?”
Yan Yibing put away his phone, “Although it’s a tax on intelligence1Tax on intelligence: It’s a playful way of acknowledging that something might be a bit complex or not everyone’s taste but suggesting that it’s worth experiencing or trying despite its challenges. and a bit plain, not as delicious as Universal Studios’, but since you’re here, if you want to eat, just eat.”
Han Mo smiled with narrowed eyes and whispered, “Oh, thank you, Bing Shen, for treating me to a turkey leg.”
He sniffed it at his nose; it still smelled good. The turkey leg emitted a sizzling oil sheen, and through the oiled paper, he could feel the hot temperature.
Instead of biting first, he fed it to Yan Yibing’s mouth.
“Bing Shen, take the first bite.”
Yan Yibing slightly avoided, pushing Han Mo’s hand away, “I don’t want it.”
Han Mo: “I can’t finish it, help me.”
Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, taking a small bite of the turkey leg.
He chewed for a moment and swallowed.
Han Mo directly took a bite where he had bitten, not in a hurry, taking his time.
Yan Yibing gave him a meaningful glance and licked his lips.
Could this be considered… an indirect kiss?
Han Mo reluctantly finished the entire turkey leg and was no longer hungry.
At the restaurant, he only ordered a drink and a frozen dessert, watching Yan Yibing eat with his head down.
Han Mo propped his chin with his elbow on the table and whispered, “Disneyland is quite nice; no wonder so many people like it.”
Yan Yibing, eyes lowered, squeezed a lot of ketchup, and chuckled, “You’ve just entered the gate and settled for a turkey leg; your expectations are too low.”
Han Mo blinked, earnestly saying, “Because Master is willing to come here.”
Yan Yibing, with a pause in the chewing motion, his cheeks bulging, looked up and glanced at Han Mo, said in a low voice, “Stupid.”
Who came here because of Disneyland?
It’s all because of you.
“Am I stupid? Others praise me for being smart, only Master always says I’m stupid.” Han Mo casually grabbed a piece of tissue, naturally reached over, and wiped off the tomato sauce on the corner of Yan Yibing’s lips.
Yan Yibing muttered, “That’s because I had high expectations for you before. Otherwise, who would want to bother with you?”
Han Mo asked, “And now?”
Yan Yibing smiled, “The worse you play, the better. Just let Zero take all the championships.”
Han Mo smirked, “That might disappoint Master.”
Yan Yibing curled his lips, quickly finishing the remaining food.
After eating and drinking enough, and having a few sips of lemonade, Yan Yibing leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach.
It was past one o’clock, and the weather was still hot, with the ground scorching. The small train across from them was still full of people.
If they hadn’t bought the VIP tickets that cost twice as much, Yan Yibing wouldn’t have bothered leaving the restaurant.
Just as Yan Yibing was about to ask for the bill, the couple at the table behind them stood up.
The waiter brought the POS machine over.
“The couple discount has already been applied, please check.”
The girl took the menu, glanced at it, and said, “Okay.”
After paying, they left. The waiter was about to turn around when Han Mo stopped him.
Han Mo asked, “Why didn’t anyone tell us about the couple discount?”
The waiter looked at Han Mo, then at Yan Yibing, and widened his eyes, “Uh… that discount requires proof of being a couple, like hugging or kissing.”
Yan Yibing shuddered and quickly took out his card, “…No need for the discount, I have plenty of money.”
Han Mo immediately stood up, leaned over, hooked his neck, and pecked him on the lips.
“I’m broke.”
Yan Yibing pursed his lips, blushing.
Han Mo was becoming more and more skillful in kissing him, completely disregarding time and place.
The waiter loudly shouted, “Table B37, couple discount!”
Yan Yibing was scared and almost hid under the table.
Exiting the door, Yan Yibing could feel countless curious eyes following them until they were outside.
He kicked Han Mo in frustration, “This is Magic City, do you really think few people know us?”
Although esports players were different from movie and TV stars, with the development of the live-streaming industry, they had more and more opportunities to show their faces on camera.
Based on the popularity of each live stream, within the entire Disney, there were bound to be esports fans who could recognize them.
If their luck was bad, people who knew them might be in the restaurant… Yan Yibing could imagine how much of a storm it would cause in the industry.
Han Mo, with a calm expression, said, “They wouldn’t dare to recognize us. Anyway, the fans know. We’re like fire and water. Forget about having a meal together; they think we’d stab each other a few times before a match just by shaking hands.”
Yan Yibing laughed with exasperation.
Yes.
Half a year ago, he also thought the same way.
Han Mo spread out the bill, “Saved twenty yuan.”
Yan Yibing glanced over, sarcastically, “So much.”
Han Mo smiled, “Well, being thrifty.”
Following the directions on the map, they went to take the nearby hovercraft.
Because they had VIP tickets, they could play without waiting in line for a single time.
Walking through the spacious passage, Yan Yibing saw the envious eyes of children in the long queue on the other side.
Feeling inexplicably guilty, he used the map to cover his face and sat with Han Mo in the last row of the hovercraft.
This ride wasn’t thrilling at all. Walking through the passage, there were various moving cartoon characters and beautiful lights along the way.
Yan Yibing leaned back in his seat, listening to the rushing water sound and the intermittent camera clicks, maintaining a poker face throughout the journey.
Han Mo, without a childhood filter for these cartoon characters, didn’t have much feeling either.
After coming out, Yan Yibing teased him, “All the kids were screaming, why weren’t you screaming?”
Han Mo responded calmly, “Maybe because I’m too old.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
After experiencing the hovercraft, the small train, and the big swing, they went to the roller coaster.
Yan Yibing sighed, “I didn’t expect the roller coaster to be so dull.”
Han Mo said indifferently, “Yeah, not even a flip.”
Yan Yibing casually remarked, “Let’s go to Universal Studios next time, for something more thrilling.”
Without realizing it, although it was chaotic and hot here, and walking was tiring, Yan Yibing didn’t mind going through it again with Han Mo.
Han Mo paused before solemnly saying, “Okay.”
Coming down from the roller coaster, Yan Yibing sat on a wooden chair next to the carousel, using the map as a fan.
Sweat had soaked his shirt, and the food from lunch was almost digested.
He lazily slumped, sunglasses resting on his nose bridge, shamelessly ordering Han Mo around, “Han Mo, go get some ice cream. It’s too hot.”
Han Mo rolled up his pant legs and stood up, saying, “Wait for me, I’ll go look around.”
Occasionally, there would be small snack carts on the roadside, but each one sold something different.
Unable to distinguish the directions, he could only rely on luck.
Yan Yibing, with no energy left, said, “Hmm, hurry up.”
Han Mo wiped his sweat with a wet tissue, squinting, and walked towards the greener areas.
The first cart he encountered sold popcorn, fifty per box. The aroma filled the air, and the caramel glaze was a deep golden color, looking quite tempting.
Thinking that Yan Yibing liked sweets, Han Mo bought him a large box.
With the popcorn in hand, he took another path and bought two cups of iced green tea.
Turning into another direction, he saw people lining up from a distance.
The ice cream machine was buzzing, covered under a huge umbrella.
Han Mo sighed in relief and joined the queue at the back.
Holding his phone with one hand, he sent a WeChat message to Yan Yibing.
【Han Mo: Found it, I’ll be back soon.】
“Han Mo?”
A familiar and surprised voice sounded behind him. Han Mo paused, turned around, and then, his expression stiffened.
Instinctively, he placed the phone against his abdomen, nervously pursed his lips, and said, “Uncle Yan, Auntie Yan.”
Underneath his inconspicuous clothes, all the muscles in his body tensed up.
Mama Yan smiled smiled and said in surprise, “I didn’t dare admit it just now. How come you’re here too? Don’t tell me you have a girlfriend?”
Han Mo’s throat tightened, immediately retorting, “No, just with colleagues.”
Without giving it much thought, Mama Yan rather reservedly linked arms with Papa Yan, saying, “Oh my, I feel embarrassed. Your uncle and I are so old, yet we came here to join the fun. Please don’t tell Yan Yibing.”
Han Mo’s eyelids trembled slightly, “…Sure.”
Papa Yan’s shirt was damp with sweat, looking a bit disheveled. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed, “It’s really hot. We also wanted to buy ice cream. I haven’t had any in a long time.”
Han Mo took out the still somewhat cool green tea, offering, “Do you want some water, Uncle?”
Papa Yan waved his hand, “Keep it for yourself. We’ll buy two ice creams.”
Mama Yan pointed, “Xiao Han, it’s your turn.”
“Oh… ah.” Han Mo turned back somewhat stiffly.
Yan Yibing sat on the chair, tapping the iron handle absentmindedly with his fingers.
As the sun slanted westward, the wooden chair, once in the shade, was now exposed to the sunlight, making Yan Yibing a bit bored.
“So slow.” He impatiently ran his fingers through his hair, deciding to urge Han Mo.
Just as he picked up his phone and before he could lower his head, he suddenly faced the bleakness of life.
Yu Yan, accompanied by Ding Luo, both with Mickey Mouse ears, was preparing to queue for the carousel.
There were countless paths leading to the carousel, and they happened to choose the one directly facing Yan Yibing.
The probability of being ignored was clearly one hundred percent, but Yan Yibing happened to complain.
The two looked at each other, and Yan Yibing slowly sat up straight.
The sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose almost slipped off and fell to the ground.
Yu Yan: “?”
Ding Luo: “!”
Yan Yibing: “.”
Yu Yan: “Am I seeing things?”
Ding Luo: “Bing Shen, are you also here for the carousel too?”
Yan Yibing coldly said, “I have something to do, so I’ll leave first. You guys carry on.”
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Yu Yan timely grabbed his clothes, smiling with interest, “No, what’s going on? You’re here at Disney on Valentine’s Day too? Are you following Dad?”
Ding Luo squinted, and after a moment, she probed without showing any emotions, “Bing Shen, are you also here with friends? Friends we know?”
Yan Yibing swallowed several times, pretended to be calm, pushed up his sunglasses, and casually put his hand in his pocket, “Well, I came with my parents.”
He casually made up a reason, but the excuse seemed somewhat convincing.
“Oh.” Ding Luo seemed a bit disappointed.
Yu Yan looked around, puzzled, “Where are Uncle and Aunt?”
Yan Yibing said, “They went shopping. Ah, being an old couple celebrating the festival, I’m just a bag watcher.”
Yu Yan looked around, confused, “The bag? Where is it?”
Yan Yibing blinked, “Well… they didn’t want me to watch it.”
Yu Yan: “.”
Yan Yibing pursed his lips, waving his hand, “You two go ahead and line up. Don’t mind me; I’ll find them later.”
Having said that, he lowered his head and quickly sent a WeChat message to Han Mo.
【Yan Yibing: Danger!】
【Yan Yibing: Don’t come back!】
【Yan Yibing: Whatever you do, don’t come back!】
【Yan Yibing: !!!】
At the ice cream stand, a few streets away from the carousel.
Han Mo took the huge Italian artisanal ice cream, and his phone, urgently and continuously, vibrated.
Both of his hands were full, and he had no time to check the messages. Instinctively, he thought Yan Yibing was anxious.
Calculating the time since he left, it had been about twenty minutes.
With difficulty, he hooked the plastic bag containing popcorn and green tea with his right pinkie, lifted his phone, and carefully avoided the gaze of Papa Yan and Mama Yan.
“Uncle, Auntie, my colleague might be waiting, so—”
He noticed a WeChat message from Yan Yibing.
Han Mo: “…”
Mama Yan didn’t want to delay him and urged, “Go on, go on.”
Han Mo calmly said, “Let him wait for a while. I’ll chat with you guys again.”
Mama Yan: “?”
Han Mo put away his phone and added, “What I mean is, did you buy VIP tickets? My colleague and I might not play anymore; we haven’t tried many attractions.”
Mama Yan said gently, “Thank you, Xiao Han. We did buy them. You go find your colleagues; don’t mind us. The ice cream is melting.”
The coffee-colored and beige ice cream balls mixed together, collapsing like a pyramid without support.
On the other side.
Yu Yan stopped Yan Yibing, “Don’t rush off, anyway, you’re just watching the bags. Help us with ours, and by the way, take a picture for both of us.”
Yu Yan handed him the phone.
Yan Yibing: “You’re not being polite to your dad.”
Yu Yan said naturally, “It’s normal.”
Yan Yibing subconsciously glanced at his phone; Han Mo hadn’t replied yet, and he didn’t know if the message was received.
Feeling anxious, he urged, “Hurry up, I’m in a hurry.”
Yu Yan and Ding Luo also had fast-track tickets. In fact, Yu Yan had no interest in amusement parks at all, but Ding Luo liked them, so he accompanied her.
The two quickly got on the childish carousel, and Yan Yibing stood by, holding up his phone to take photos and videos.
As he filmed, he subconsciously scanned the surroundings with the corner of his eyes.
He was afraid that Han Mo would suddenly come back, afraid of not being able to explain clearly.
After Yu Yan and Ding Luo finally finished a round, Yan Yibing hurriedly handed the phone to Yu Yan, “My parents called me; I have to go.”
Yu Yan took it and looked at the photos while saying, “So fast. Should I go and say hello to Uncle and Aunt?”
Yan Yibing: “No need!”
Without waiting for Yu Yan’s reply, he hurriedly left. He lowered his head and quickly sent a message to Han Mo.
【Yan Yibing: Where are you? I’m coming to find you.】
Han Mo’s ice cream had already melted beyond recognition. Seeing the phone vibrating again, he took a glance.
Han Mo looked at Papa Yan and Mama Yan, who were waiting for change, and typed with difficulty using one finger.
【Han Mo: Don’t!】
【Yan Yibing: ?】
【Han Mo: Danger!】
【Yan Yibing: ???】
Yan Yibing looked back.
Yu Yan and Ding Luo were busy enjoying the photos, and as for Han Mo, what danger could he be in!
Han Mo, finding it inconvenient to type, had already dropped the melting ice cream along his fingers, making dripping sounds as it fell to the ground.
He awkwardly turned his head, “Uncle, Auntie, where are you planning to go?”
Mama Yan: “Ah, we’re just strolling around, maybe going to see that street performance.”
Han Mo: “My colleagues are over by the carousel. I’ll go find them.”
Mama Yan: “Sure, sure.”
Han Mo chose a direction opposite to Papa Yan and Mama Yan, sending messages as he walked.
【Han Mo: Don’t go watch the street performance, anywhere else is fine.】
At the same time, Yan Yibing also sent a message.
【Yan Yibing: Don’t go back to the carousel, anywhere else is fine.】
【Han Mo: Can you answer a call?】
【Yan Yibing: Yes.】
Han Mo made a voice call.
Han Mo: “I’m currently under the Toy Story sculpture.”
Yan Yibing: “Hide, I’ll come find you.”
Han Mo: “You saw it too?”
Yan Yibing: “You also encountered them?”
Han Mo: “Well…come over first; the ice cream is melting.”
Yan Yibing: “Who cares about the ice cream? I’m almost scared stiff.”
Reluctantly, Han Mo lowered his hat, and crouched in the narrow shadow of the statue, trying to minimize his presence.
Yan Yibing also sneaked around, closely following trees and the crowd, and carefully found the Toy Story sculpture.
Seeing Han Mo from a distance, Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief.
He jogged over and patted Han Mo’s shoulder.
The spherical ice cream had turned into a mushroom-like shape, and Han Mo’s slender fingers were covered in ice cream drips.
Yan Yibing squatted in front of him and asked in a low voice, “Did you also see Yu Yan and Ding Luo?”
Han Mo: “?”
Han Mo: “No.”
Yan Yibing: “Then why the ‘danger’? You scared me.”
Han Mo’s gaze fell on Yan Yibing’s slightly dry lips. “I met your dad and mom.”
Yan Yibing: “………….”
Yan Yibing: “I told Yu Yan that I came with my parents.”
Han Mo chuckled, “I told your parents that I came with colleagues.”
Still recovering from the shock, Yan Yibing sat on the ground, arms resting on his knees, “I’m never coming to Disneyland again; it’s too scary.”
“Hmm.” Han Mo held up his ice cream. “I was wrong again; Disney is more thrilling than I imagined.”
The two sat there for a while.
Han Mo looked at Yan Yibing’s flushed face. “The ice cream has melted; do you still want to eat it?”
Yan Yibing, slightly recovering from the shock, licked his lips. “Yes, can’t waste it.”
He prepared to take the ice cream from Han Mo’s hand.
Han Mo handed it over and whispered, “Don’t touch it; it’s all melted.”
Yan Yibing obediently held Han Mo’s wrist, leaned over, lowered his head, and took a bite of the ice cream. The flavor was cappuccino with a hint of rum, rich and sweet.
Although it had melted and lost its shape, it was still delicious.
So Yan Yibing, with his tongue skillfully sweeping the edges of the cone, took in the melted parts into his mouth, murmuring, “It’s quite tasty.”
Han Mo stared at Yan Yibing’s moistened tongue, his mouth feeling dry: “It looks so good. Can I have a taste?”
Yan Yibing cautioned, “It’s exceptionally sweet.”
Not very friendly to those who don’t like sweets.
Han Mo moved the ice cream away and, without saying a word, leaned in, prying apart Yan Yibing’s cool lips, and swept through his mouth.
The tender tip of the tongue was forced to entwine with his, and most of the milky and coffee flavors on Yan Yibing’s tongue were taken away by Han Mo.
Han Mo’s eyes darkened as he whispered, “Indeed, exceptionally sweet.”
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