DSF Chapter 87

Before Mama Yan could figure out what was happening, Yan Yibing was already chasing after Han Mo.

It was the first time she saw her usually lazy and indifferent son so full of energy, moving as fast as a gust of wind.

Mama Yan patted the squashed sofa backrest and muttered, “So restless, what’s wrong with him?”

Yan Yibing chased Han Mo for more than ten meters.

Han Mo had long legs and a fast pace, so he had no intention of waiting for him.

Finally catching up, Yan Yibing moved his lips, hesitated, it wasn’t appropriate to say anything in broad daylight like this.

He could only walk alongside Han Mo, taking large strides forward.

When Han Mo reached the doorstep, he pressed his fingerprint, opened the door, and went inside. Yan Yibing was afraid of being locked out, so he quickly grabbed the doorknob.

Fortunately, Han Mo didn’t intend to lock him out. He went in smoothly, closing the door behind him.

Once the door was closed, Han Mo reached for the light switch, cleared his throat, and said softly, “Why did you follow me, Master? I’m really tired and want to rest for a while.”

Yan Yibing pulled Han Mo over, making him face himself.

But Han Mo kept his eyes lowered, his eyes narrow, not looking at him at all.

Ignoring his attempt to find an excuse, Yan Yibing furrowed his brow and whispered, “Cut the crap. Are you angry?”

In Yan Yibing’s twenty-five years of life, he had rarely tried to coax anyone.

Most of the time, it was others coaxing him to study hard, coaxing him to play esports, coaxing him into endorsements and live streaming, coaxing him to win competitions.

No wonder Yu Yan called him a little princess. In interpersonal relationships, he often had the upper hand.

But recently, he suddenly realized that coaxing wasn’t something you needed to learn.

All those clueless straight guys weren’t clueless at all; they just didn’t want to bother, so they pretended to be clueless.

Anyone with normal intelligence could tell if someone was angry or jealous.

For example, right now, although Han Mo said he was just tired and wanted to sleep for a while, he was definitely angry and jealous.

Han Mo’s eyelids trembled twice, neither confirming nor denying it. He just threw his backpack onto the carpet and headed for the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Yibing followed.

Yan Yibing cupped Han Mo’s face in his hands, forcing him to look at him, and began to explain.

“It was my fault. My mom did mention it to me before, but I didn’t take it seriously and forgot to tell her. I should have dealt with these things before agreeing to date you. I was wrong.”

He didn’t have the bad temper of a typical alpha male, thinking that admitting fault was shameful.

Perhaps having good role models at home influenced him.

Han Mo leaned against the sofa, looking up at Yan Yibing, his eyelashes trembling twice. His cheeks were squeezed a bit comically, but he remained silent, neither speaking nor stopping Yan Yibing from continuing.

Finding it troublesome to stand in a half-bent position, Yan Yibing took a step forward, directly straddling Han Mo’s legs.

This action was quite ambiguous, but he didn’t have the luxury to think about that much. He just hoped that Han Mo wouldn’t run away and would continue to listen to him.

He didn’t put all his weight on Han Mo; he still used some force with his legs, just lightly resting on Han Mo.

Han Mo pursed his lips, still not moving.

Yan Yibing wrinkled his brow, whispering, “I didn’t understand my own feelings back then and felt a bit scared, thinking I was on the verge of being bent. I casually agreed when my mom mentioned it. You also know I’ve never been serious about blind dates. It was just to appease my mom’s demands, otherwise it wouldn’t have failed so many times. Later, I wanted to refuse, but your team brought in Xin Chen, and he kept pestering you. I don’t know why I felt uncomfortable at that time, a bit stubborn. I forgot to tell my mom again. Then, training got too busy, and I just forgot.”

Han Mo took a deep breath, finally speaking up with a heavy and somewhat hoarse voice, “But every time you go on a blind date, you dress so formally.”

Yan Yibing couldn’t argue against it, and sighed, “You only saw me dress up formally that one time. My mom was supervising the whole process and forced me to dress up. You saw it yourself, I didn’t try to please the girl at all, nor am I interested in developing anything with someone I don’t even know.”

The room was tightly covered by curtains, despite the bright sunlight outside and clear weather, the interior still relied on artificial light.

The light, shining from top to bottom, was glaringly white, not bringing any joy to the atmosphere, but instead making it somewhat tense.

Han Mo’s gaze wandered, then he murmured softly, “Master, do you really like me, or was it because you drank too much that day?”

Yan Yibing was taken aback, not expecting Han Mo to question even his agreement to date.

The atmosphere was so good that day. After drinking a little wine, enjoying the sea breeze, basking in the evening lights, there were no other people by the seaside. He agreed to Han Mo and then took the initiative to kiss him.

It could easily be listed as the most romantic thing he had ever done in his life.

Seeing Yan Yibing remaining silent, Han Mo chuckled lightly, but his eyes were slightly red, a hint of mist forming in his eyes.

“It’s okay, Master. If you can’t accept it for a while, there’s no need to force it. It was my initiative in the first place.”

He had already found excuses for Yan Yibing and left a way out for him.

This was bad.

Yan Yibing cursed inwardly.

He knew this was a big deal today.

Looking at Han Mo’s reddened eyes, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his whole person was soaked in carbonated drinks.

Yan Yibing urged, “Would I get drunk from just one bottle of soju? You know my drinking capacity. If I didn’t like you, why would I force myself to be with you? Do you have something against me, or do I have to beg you for something? I’ve never been in a relationship before, and it’s hard for me to have a fake one. Am I crazy? You kissed me, hugged me, practically saw me naked, and I didn’t… didn’t complain about anything. Isn’t that already liking you? Try replacing me with someone else; wouldn’t I have sent them to the hospital?”

Han Mo lifted his eyes to look at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing was still very anxious, his lips slightly dry. He simply hooked his arms around Han Mo’s neck, “I was indeed wrong about this, but you can’t misunderstand that everything about me is fake. My mom asked me to take this Miss Mao to Disneyland before, I was lazy and tired at the time, knowing I definitely wouldn’t want to go. Later… later on Valentine’s Day, you wanted to go, and I didn’t think much and agreed. At that time, I knew it. It’s not that I’m too lazy to date; it depends on who it is. If it’s you, I’m willing.”

Han Mo moved his lips and murmured, “So, Master, do you really only like me?”

Yan Yibing leaned over and kissed Han Mo on the lips, “Yes, yes, yes, I only like you. Don’t be angry. I’ll find a way to reject my mom when I go back.”

He kissed him twice and then looked into Han Mo’s eyes.

He observed whether the redness at the corners of his eyes had dissipated, whether the watery gleam in his eyes had disappeared.

Han Mo reached out and pulled Yan Yibing’s waist, holding him like that, tilting his head, and entangling his lips with Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This could be considered forgiveness. Han Mo wasn’t angry anymore.

While lightly nibbling on Han Mo’s lips, Yan Yibing thought to himself.

The little wolf pup was indeed easy to coax. It didn’t throw tantrums, scream loudly, or make a fuss. When angry, they just remained silent, keeping their eyes down, feeling awkward by themselves. They wouldn’t even slam a door, let alone vent their frustrations.

Han Mo’s temper was really good.

His mom always complained that nobody could tolerate him, but here was Han Mo, tolerating him just fine.

Thinking like this, Yan Yibing felt he was being too much.

Honestly speaking, if it were him, just finding out the other person had a blind date pending after confirming their relationship and still planning to go to Disneyland to build rapport, the whole family would have exploded in anger.

While panting, Yan Yibing said to Han Mo, “If there’s anything that makes you angry in the future, you can vent your anger on me. Don’t hold it in.”

Han Mo paused for a moment, then opened a slight gap and said in a low and earnest voice, “Reluctant to.”

Yan Yibing secretly sighed.

Poor little puppy.

The anger and jealousy had passed for now, but how could they get happy again?

Han Mo’s lips were already tinted red from their kisses, slightly swollen, and they had tried entwining lips and teeth, seemingly to no avail.

They had kissed too many times; these weren’t enough anymore.

He straightened up, took a deep breath, lowered his head slowly, and felt his ears burning.

He reached out, lifted his shirt, held it with his teeth, and let his tongue touch the soft, dry fabric, instantly absorbing its moisture.

His tongue became slightly bitter, tasting a hint of saltiness.

Just this one action was enough to make him blush from his ears to his chest.

As his shirt was pulled up, Han Mo’s arms rested on his waist without any hindrance, pressing against his skin.

Every rise and fall of his breath, no matter how slight, could be fully sensed.

Yan Yibing’s gaze trembled lightly, his face blushing so much it was about to drip blood. He remembered Han Mo saying he wanted to eat cherries, and this posture seemed… quite suitable.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do more.

He raised his eyes, eyelids deeply folded, gazing at Han Mo with watery eyes, feeling both embarrassed and impatient. He clenched his teeth tightly, moistening a small patch of fabric.

Han Mo’s breath deepened, his voice deep, “Is Master feeding me sweets?”

Yan Yibing held the shirt in his mouth, speaking unclearly and stumbling over his words, trying to stay calm, “Well, do you want it or not?”

Han Mo’s palm slid upward, chuckling softly, “I want it.”

With nothing prepared in the room and nothing complete, of course, they couldn’t do more.

Yet even so, it took a whole hour.

Yan Yibing rolled off Han Mo’s legs onto the sofa lazily, his shirt rolled up, too lazy to pull it down.

Judging by Han Mo’s expression, he probably wasn’t angry anymore, and his mood seemed pretty good.

Yan Yibing gazed at the ceiling, comforting himself.

He was older and had to pamper the little one.

It was like when a boyfriend made his girlfriend angry and bought her a bag to make up for it.

Except Han Mo didn’t need a bag, he needed Yan Yibing to devote himself.

Han Mo went to the bathroom and returned a while later, voluntarily coming to Yan Yibing’s side, kneeling on the carpet, and kissing the corner of Yan Yibing’s eye.

Tears of a physiological nature still lingered in Yan Yibing’s eyes. As Han Mo kissed him, his eyelashes trembled, brushing against Han Mo’s lips.

Yan Yibing grunted softly, pulling a few strands of Han Mo’s hair, “When are you coming back with me? My mom must be worried sick.”

He hastily excused himself to find something, but what could take so long to find?

He’d have to come up with a new set of excuses when he got back.

Han Mo didn’t dodge when Yan Yibing messed up his hair. Instead, he placed his hand on Yan Yibing’s knee, gently massaging it.

“Anything is fine.”

Yan Yibing had been kneeling for too long; his knees were going numb and sore.

Yan Yibing murmured softly, “I’m getting sleepy. Just got off the plane back home and haven’t had a chance to rest.”

Thinking about how Yan Yibing had tried to pacify him throughout, Han Mo found it quite convincing.

Especially the last part, even the dumbest method was used.

In fact, it wasn’t like he had to get on the wrong side of someone that Yan Yibing had never even met.

Yan Yibing admitted that he wasn’t just saying things in a drunken stupor to appease him, but even after he calmed down, he couldn’t immediately feel better.

But the fact that Yan Yibing could endure his embarrassment to appease him surprised Han Mo.

If it weren’t for the fact that there wasn’t even a condom around, he was afraid he couldn’t resist.

Han Mo asked, “Want to take a nap before going back?”

Yan Yibing shook his head. “No, otherwise my mom will think we fought again.”

Han Mo said, “We are having hot pot tonight, so we should go back early to help.”

He was sensible; he wouldn’t let Yan Yibing’s parents prepare everything and then invite him over for dinner. Even if there was a maid to help, he should lend a hand.

Yan Yibing said, “Change into something else, then just grab something from here for me to take back. Don’t let my mom think I’m returning empty-handed.”

Han Mo replied, “I don’t have much at home.”

Yan Yibing raised his hand. “Just give me a portable hard drive. Say I came to your place to copy some photos, taken in Busan.”

Han Mo nodded. “Okay, I’ll look for it.”

Han Mo went to the TV cabinet to search for the portable hard drive.

In the hard drives of these players, most stored valuable match videos. Han Mo didn’t have extra hard drives, so the one Yan Yibing took was considered internal club data.

Yan Yibing, understanding the situation, frowned and returned it, saying, “This won’t work. Do you have a new one?”

After all, they were from two different teams. No matter what their relationship was like, they still had to avoid suspicion.

He wouldn’t even give Han Mo Zero’s data.

Han Mo shook his head. “Nope, I’m not a tech geek either.”

Yan Yibing rubbed his head, wrinkling his nose. “Fine, I’ll take this one back first. Let my mom take a look, and then you can keep it.”

Han Mo replied, “I trust you.”

Yan Yibing solemnly added, “It’s better to keep personal and professional matters separate.”

With the portable hard drive in hand, Han Mo changed into a new set of clothes. With nothing else to do, they were ready to leave.

Yan Yibing sat up from the sofa, his feet on the carpet, about to stand up.

The fabric wrapped around him sagged under gravity. He didn’t notice it momentarily, pressing down on the edge of his shirt with his palm.

As he stood up, the shirt tightened, clinging to his skin.

Yan Yibing froze for a moment, his expression changing. He muttered under his breath, “Damn it!”

Han Mo glanced at him, a little puzzled, wondering what had upset him again.

With a serious expression, Yan Yibing walked a few steps on the carpet, the fabric of his shirt swaying against sensitive areas.

Normally, he wouldn’t feel anything, but now, there was a slight stinging sensation. Even a gentle touch would elicit a strong reaction.

Yan Yibing struggled to take a few steps, the intermittent stinging sensation impossible to ignore. He couldn’t help but hunch over, clutching his chest to prevent the fabric from rubbing against it.

Han Mo realized what was happening and suppressed a smile in his eyes. He whispered softly, “Sorry, I’ll be more gentle next time.”

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth, embarrassed and angry. “There won’t be a next time!”

Han Mo leaned in, pursed his lips, and his gaze fell on Yan Yibing’s chest.

He was also helpless; there was no way he could help Yan Yibing massage that area again. He could only relent, “I lack experience. I won’t use my teeth next time.”

Yan Yibing angrily scolded, “Get lost.”

Their homes were really close by.

After walking two hundred meters, they returned to Yan Yibing’s house.

Mama Yan opened the door, somewhat impatient. “You didn’t even bring your phone. What urgent matter kept you away for so long? I couldn’t even reach you.”

Yan Yibing casually changed his shoes, shaking the portable hard drive in his hand. “Went to copy the photos from Busan. Quite a lot of them, and the computer froze a few times.”

Mama Yan sighed. “Why were you in such a hurry for photos? I thought you two had another argument.”

Han Mo smiled gently. “No, Master was copying photos, and I took a short nap.”

Yan’s mother nodded, kindly saying, “Momo, you’ve really worked hard. Have you rested well?”

Han Mo nodded. “I’m feeling pretty good.”

Yan Yibing hunched over, drooping his eyes, holding the portable hard drive as he climbed upstairs. “I haven’t rested yet. I’m going to take a nap too.”

Yan’s mother shouted from downstairs, “Straighten your back, you look like you have no bones.”

Han Mo hurriedly followed upstairs, whispering softly, “My bad, I’ll give him a massage.”

Yan’s mother felt a little embarrassed. “Oh, you don’t have to massage him. Otherwise, he’ll always bully you.”

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth, feeling wronged.

He really wanted to turn around and complain to his mother.

Who the hell was bullying whom here!

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