Yan Yibing’s breathing involuntarily became heavier.
He could feel the pulse buried beneath the shallow skin layer beating wildly. Han Mo’s words seemed to ignite the restlessness factor in his blood. Now, these unruly thoughts were raging through his body, reaching an extreme level.
He should have stopped it.
However, for the first time, he felt the frustration of his upper body being dominated by the lower one.
This was a small private room in the internet cafe. It seemed relatively private, but the soundproofing was extremely poor. The sounds of the person next door typing on the keyboard were crystal clear.
Moreover, he and Han Mo were still in the unclear stage, separated by a thin layer of window paper.
This layer of window paper should be punctured in a safe place in a serious and meaningful way.
But Yan Yibing could clearly see a little figure called Desire, standing arrogantly on his nose, twisting its waist while sticking out its tongue at him.
“Lululu, you pretend to be serious on the outside, but your body is very honest.”
After saying this, the little figure triumphantly pulled out the string called Reason from Yan Yibing’s head and cut it off with a snap.
Yan Yibing cursed in his heart, damn…
The little figure smiled disdainfully, hooked his reason and flipped it like a rope: “You’ll be screwed faster.”
He couldn’t help but wonder.
Jerking yourself off is a feeling, being jerked off must be different, right?
Is it better?
Fuck, is this the time to be thinking about that?
Han Mo’s fingers are about to go in!
There was still time to turn back. Although Han Mo was a bit flirtatious, he is definitely afraid of him getting truly angry.
Last month, he was still a simple and straightforward straight guy, how could he be hard under a man now?
It’s too embarrassing.
He is Han Mo’s master, and such embarrassing things should never happen to him.
However, his throat felt like it was covered with a lump of cotton, and he couldn’t utter a single word.
His brain seemed to be more eager to know what Han Mo would do next.
Yan Yibing felt like he was about to split.
The next second, Han Mo’s fingers suddenly stopped.
A slightly cool object touched his waist skin, and Yan Yibing was momentarily cooled by the ice.
Han Mo left that cool thing on his waist, clamped by the edge of his pants. Then he pulled out his fingers, lifted his eyelids, and looked teasingly at Yan Yibing. “Master, are you expecting something?”
Yan Yibing’s face was burning, and he pushed Han Mo away in frustration. “I expect your uncle!”
He reached to his waist and felt the thing that was almost warmed by body temperature.
When he pulled it out, Yan Yibing was stunned for a moment.
It was a Mickey and Minnie kissing figurine.
Very delicate, coated with a bright layer of gold, the two happy little mice stood on tiptoe, hugging affectionately. Their round ears were also excitedly pointed backward.
On the back of the figurine, there was the words ‘Forever love’.
It was a Disney souvenir for the Chinese Valentine’s Day.
Han Mo said, “I bought it for you.”
Yan Yibing played with it in his hand for a moment, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He raised his almond-shaped eyes. “When did you buy it?”
Han Mo’s arms were still propped up next to Yan Yibing, as if waiting for his master’s praise like a little dog. “When I finished buying ice cream and went to find you, I happened to see it and thought it looked nice.”
“Oh.” Yan Yibing’s throat rolled lightly, his fingers rubbing the smooth golden Mickey. “I didn’t buy you a gift.”
Han Mo smiled. “Well, you owe me one. I’m not in a hurry.”
Yan Yibing’s heart softened again.
It must be quite tiring to like him.
He had never thought of such a romantic and surprising thing.
By the time he thought of it, it was already too late.
Just now, he was displeased because Han Mo had work in the evening, but now, holding this little thing in his hand, he felt he had no right to be angry.
“I only asked for leave from the league this time, forgot about the club. I’ll remember next time.” Han Mo leaned over, kissed the corner of his lips, and then affectionately rubbed against him as if trying to please. “Master, wait for me a moment, it’s about to end.”
Yan Yibing was so appeased that he had no trace of anger.
Just before the circle started to shrink, Han Mo reached for the mouse and swiftly entered work mode.
Yan Yibing played with the Mickey Mouse, leisurely nibbling on a barbecue skewer, suddenly feeling the narrow private room becoming more pleasant.
Han Mo entered the circle and hid behind a tree to use healing items.
However, he hadn’t accumulated many healing items before, so he used three bandages in a row, taking quite some time.
“I’ll go find you guys.”
Xiao Nuo: “Captain, what’s keeping you so busy?”
Han Mo: “I was supposed to celebrate the festival, so I need to explain.”
Xiao Nuo: “What the hell?”
Xin Chen: “Celebrate? What festival is today?”
Ding Jun: “No, who are you celebrating with? I feel a crisis! Han Mo, you’re still young! You must prioritize work! Falling drunk in the land of tenderness at such a young age will only lead to regret in the end!”
Han Mo: “Oh.”
Ding Jun: “You’re still pursuing someone, aren’t you? Did you succeed?”
Han Mo: “Still working?”
Ding Jun: “…” Xin Chen almost blurted out a question but swallowed it back.
He felt uncomfortable inside.
The captain was actively pursuing someone?
Who could be so awesome that even the captain had to chase?
Xin Chen shot and killed an enemy wearing a festive suit, pursed his lips, and whispered, “By the way, Captain, the manager gave me the signed sportswear.”
Han Mo: “Hmm.”
He spoke, indicating that he knew about it.
When Ding Jun asked him to please the fans a bit, he got annoyed and signed his name on the new endorsement’s sportswear, which Ding Jun happily delivered to Xin Chen.
As for what Ding Jun told Xin Chen, he didn’t care.
Xin Chen: “The sportswear looks good, but I’ve put it away. I can’t bear to wear it.”
Han Mo: “Thank you.”
He squatted by the box, changed into a new set of equipment, and then drove towards Xiao Nuo and Xin Chen’s direction.
Ding Jun instructed Xin Chen, “Although he’s an idol, he’s also the captain. You can’t just admire him and collect his autograph. You have to learn from him, stand at the pinnacle, and let your juniors idolize you.”
Xin Chen was greatly inspired and excited. “I’ll definitely work hard!”
Han Mo: “Don’t drag me into this. I didn’t strive to become someone else’s idol back then.”
Ding Jun continued to advise Xin Chen, “Be modest. See that? As the saying goes, a resonant river doesn’t make noise, and a full water tank doesn’t echo. When you stand in the position of Han Shen, you’ll know how cold it is at the top.”
Xin Chen was confused and nodded repeatedly, saying, “Okay, okay.”
Han Mo sighed and said faintly, “I’m doing it to have the qualification to cover for someone.”
Xin Chen was puzzled, “Cover… cover for someone?”
Who would be so wasteful?
Letting the captain, a genius, cover for someone?
He quickly thought of Yan Yibing.
Yan Yibing was indeed domineering, suppressing talents like the captain, wishing to stay in the core position forever, not giving newcomers any chance to shine. No wonder the captain left Zero early.
Not just the captain, he heard that Lei Ming, who had fallen to the ordinary team, was also forced out by Yan Yibing.
Lei Ming had served in the second team for a full two years without any signs of promotion. In the end, he was ruthlessly defeated by Yan Yibing in a one-on-one sniper duel against Han Mo, and left Zero without any dignity.
Xiao Nuo: “Oh my, I didn’t know about this. Who has such a big face?”
Just as he finished asking, the final circle rush began.
Even the most outstanding players couldn’t be at ease in such a situation, torn between conflicting thoughts.
Gunshots, footsteps, the sound of grenades exploding came through the headphones.
After the commotion settled, Han Mo smirked, “My idol.”
Xin Chen was puzzled and couldn’t understand.
Clearly, Yan Yibing was so mediocre. Why did the captain always have a lingering feeling when mentioning him? Even the tone became gentler than usual.
They played three rounds in total in the three-row match, lasting for more than an hour.
After the third round, when Xin Chen was about to start the fourth, Han Mo declined, “I won’t try anymore; I haven’t eaten.”
Xin Chen retracted the mouse regretfully, saying, “Oh… okay.”
Han Mo commented, “You’re pretty good. No problems. Follow the second team and coordinate with them.”
Xiao Nuo also added, “Yes, minors can’t participate in competitions now. You still have a year; no rush. Practice more tactics.”
Ding Jun said, “Alright, that’s it for today. Seeing you so anxious, go and accompany someone.”
Han Mo didn’t refuse either, “Hmm, logging off.”
After saying that, he decisively closed the game, logged out of the account, and casually turned off the computer.
The private room was rented for two hours, and now there were only fifteen minutes left.
Han Mo effortlessly took out a skewer from the barbecue, took a bite.
The grilled skewer had cooled down, not very delicious, and had a bit of a fishy taste.
He put the remaining ones back, asking in a low voice, “Are you full?”
Yan Yibing, of course, hadn’t eaten enough.
He was somewhat distracted, alternating between glancing at his phone and watching Han Mo’s screen.
It wasn’t that he felt awkward, but in the calmness, he wanted to see how Xin Chen’s gameplay was.
After all, he was someone acknowledged by Ding Jun and Sun Tianjiao.
Unfortunately, he mostly watched from Han Mo’s perspective. Han Mo’s gameplay was already very mature, and he could hardly find any flaws.
“Half-full, this barbecue place isn’t good. Too salty.”
Han Mo: “Want me to fry salmon for you at my place?”
Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, disbelieving, “You have salmon at your place?”
Wasn’t it just a rough house at the beginning, with a fridge only stocked with ice water and beer?
Han Mo said meaningfully, “Yes, to attract people over.”
Yan Yibing and he exchanged a glance, Yan Yibing rubbed his stomach, “Alright then.”
He put away the golden little mouse, took his bag, and went out with Han Mo to settle the bill.
Passing by his own house, he took a glance; it was dark inside, and his parents hadn’t returned yet.
But he didn’t feel bored anymore. Instead, he quickly withdrew his gaze, took a few quick steps, bypassed the small fountain, and headed straight to Han Mo’s house.
Entering the house, Yan Yibing stepped on the carpet and went straight to the sofa, leaning lazily.
Han Mo washed his hands, poured water for him, and then went to the freezer to take out the frozen salmon.
Microwaving the frozen salmon to thaw it, Han Mo bent down, inserted the salmon inside, turned it around, and casually grabbed a cutting board, slicing lemon wedges.
Soon, the salmon was ready. Han Mo soaked them in the pre-made sauce, ensuring they were well coated.
He drizzled olive oil on the frying pan. When the oil started sizzling, he placed the salmon on it, beginning to pan-fry.
The sizzling sound of oil passed through the glass door into the living room. Yan Yibing couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
“You go ahead; I’ll go to the bathroom,” he called out to Han Mo.
Han Mo turned around, the ends of his hair slightly damp.
“Okay, there’s no shower downstairs. If you want to shower, go to my room.”
Yan Yibing just wanted to use the toilet, but when Han Mo mentioned it, he also felt sticky.
Taking a shower at Han Mo’s house would be inappropriate, but washing his arms and face would be fine.
So, he went straight upstairs.
The structure of Han Mo’s house was slightly different from his own.
In his house, the bathroom was inside the room, but here, it was outside.
This kind of external bathroom had a large area, and even a washing machine and a dryer could be installed inside.
Yan Yibing turned on the light, pushed the door, and entered.
The first thing he saw was the dryer.
The dryer’s door was open, and there was a white piece of clothing inside.
He frowned.
When did this fanatical lover of dark colors start wearing white clothes?
Unable to resist his curiosity, he reached out and pulled out the piece of clothing.
It had already been washed, clean and puffy. However, it looked a bit familiar.
Yan Yibing’s fingers rubbed against the shoulder line of the clothing, and then he looked at the label inside.
This clothing really looked like the one he wore when he helped Han Mo change the light bulb.
He remembered telling Han Mo to throw it away, and Han Mo agreed to throw it away.
Touching this piece of clothing, Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes.
Little beast.
Not only did he not throw it away, but he also secretly kept it.
He put the clothing aside, went to the bathroom, washed his face and arms, and feeling satisfied with discovering Han Mo’s secret, he went downstairs with the clothing hidden behind his back.
Because he discovered Han Mo’s secret, Yan Yibing felt a bit triumphant.
He hid the clothing behind him, walked into the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
Han Mo had his back turned, sprinkling black pepper on the salmon.
“Don’t come in, it has a smell.”
Yan Yibing smirked, shook out that piece of clothing, and with a slightly teasing tone, said, “Little brother, why do I feel like this shirt looks like the one I threw away?”
Han Mo paused for a moment, glanced sideways, and raised his hand to turn off the stove.
He put down the chopsticks, and his gaze lingered on the white short-sleeved shirt. After a moment, his Adam’s apple rolled.
“Is Master’s name written on it?”
Yan Yibing snorted, “Stop pretending. I remember my own clothes. I used to endorse this brand, and you don’t wear white.”
Han Mo pulled off the apron, rinsed his hand under the tap, and then pinched the edge of the shirt while looking at it.
He mumbled to himself, “It seems like my idol hasn’t signed for me yet.”
Yan Yibing frowned, disgusted, “I won’t sign my name on clothes, too narcissistic.”
Han Mo, with a gentle smile in his eyes, laughed softly, tightening his grip on the shirt.
“Well, signing requires framing. I still need to use it; I can’t frame it.”
Yan Yibing didn’t intend to delve into the purpose of this shirt; after all, he had never seen Han Mo wear it.
With a meaningful tone, Han Mo said, “But after a long time, it’s been washed many times, and there’s no trace of Master left.”
Yan Yibing’s eyelids twitched, sensing trouble.
He quickly snatched the white short-sleeved shirt back and cleared his throat, “I’m hungry, hurry up and serve the salmon.”
After saying that, he was about to run to the living room.
Han Mo hugged his waist abruptly, and Yan Yibing stumbled, pressed tightly against Han Mo’s chest.
Like a little hungry wolf, Han Mo rested his chin on Yan Yibing’s shoulder, and his slightly shorter strands of hair brushed against Yan Yibing’s earlobe. “Can the master fulfill the Chinese Valentine’s Dat gift he owes me now?”
Alarm bells rang loudly in Yan Yibing’s mind.
“Who asks for a gift for themselves? I’ll give it when I feel like it.”
A low laughter emanated from Han Mo’s throat, indulgent, “Well, let me tell you my wish in advance then.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Absolutely not!
Especially not a wish with implications!
Han Mo, with lowered eyes, rubbed his chin against the edge of Yan Yibing’s collarbone, his voice low and slow, “I want Master to take off the clothes on his body, put on this one, roll a few times on my bed, and then give it back to me. After washing it several times, Master can help me wear it again until Master is willing to stay in my bed.”
Author’s Message:
Yan Yibing: Why don’t you help me jerk off!!!!
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