DSF Chapter 96

Yan Yibing’s father had two brothers, one working in academia at a foreign university and the other as a senior civil servant.

Yan Yibing’s father is the eldest among the three brothers, so Yan Yibing is naturally the eldest.

His cousins are only in their teens.

Normally, these three brothers didn’t return home at the same time, but occasionally they would, and this year was an exception, as they all came.

The second-floor villa at Grandma’s house was almost not enough to accommodate everyone. Someone like Yan Yibing, who was a bit older and unmarried, ended up sleeping on the sofa bed.

The cousins in their teens had no choice but to squeeze into bed with their parents, which was even more awkward.

Although there were hotels nearby, staying in a hotel during the New Year period just didn’t feel right.

The day was spent in a very noisy and chaotic manner, making Yan Yibing, a seasoned gaming recluse, feel deeply restless and impatient.

He felt like there was a string of firecrackers constantly going off in his ears, just as one finished, another started, and just when he finally got some peace and quiet, he didn’t know when the next round of firecrackers would start.

The elders liked to urge him to take his two younger cousins out to play, and they also liked to urge him to set an example, to be able to speak well, to toast properly, to handle things properly, and to entertain guests properly.

Yan Yibing was forced to drag two teenagers around, smiling and greeting various unfamiliar relatives and neighbors.

He could barely manage to put on a facade, but the two kids were getting more and more bored. Their impatience and “I don’t want to be bothered, leave me alone” attitude were clearly written on their faces, as if they wished they could be nailed in a coffin with their phones, never to be separated for eternity.

The girl often traveled abroad and was more international. She simply pulled her hat over her face and suggested to Yan Yibing, “Cousin, I heard you’re rich, can’t you take us to the nearby Ritz-Carlton for some peace and quiet?”

The boy was more pragmatic and slightly older. He understood the principle of not doing unto others what you wouldn’t want done to yourself. “It’s too inappropriate for us to go to a hotel, Cousin will be scolded. I think Starbucks will do.”

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, touched the noise-canceling headphones hanging around his neck, drooped his almond-shaped eyes, and asked softly, “Is the bathroom still occupied?”

The boy replied, “You’ve already gone in there to hide three times, someone might start suspecting you have kidney problems.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Yan Yibing absentmindedly stared at the ceiling.

It was only five in the afternoon now, dinner would be at eight, and they would go to bed at ten-thirty. He still had to endure for more than five hours.

Tomorrow was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and more people would come to visit.

When Grandma was young, she was a well-known teacher at a prestigious high school, and she had a particularly good reputation. Those students who didn’t know what she was up to usually came on this day to give her gifts and pay their respects.

The touching teacher-student relationship is so touching. Yan Yibing never thought that a teacher could be so popular.

But tomorrow night, Han Mo would come.

His little lover would come from afar, having already booked a king-size bed at the Ritz-Carlton, which was barely worth getting excited about.

The girl asked, “Cousin, what are you thinking about?”

Yan Yibing sighed deeply. He didn’t even bother to lie in front of the kids.

So, he said, “Thinking about men.”

The girl flopped down on the sofa, despairing, “Me too, damn it, why are handsome guys so scarce these days.”

Yan Yibing turned his head, silently looking at her for a while, and said lightly, “…You’re only fifteen.”

The girl replied, “Exactly the right age for puppy love.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Well, she had a point.

Anyway, he didn’t often see this cousin, and there generally wasn’t a concept of puppy love overseas, so he didn’t have to worry about that.

On the other hand, the seventeen-year-old boy looked at the two of them blankly, suddenly feeling like he couldn’t join in the conversation. His confusion was mixed with stubbornness and grievances because he really wasn’t interested in men.

When the aunt and uncle, who seemed to come out of nowhere, appeared again, Yan Yibing couldn’t take it anymore and stood up to make an excuse.

“I have to work now, you guys carry on.”

Mama Yan wiped her hands with a tissue, puzzled. “What kind of work do you have on New Year’s Eve?”

Yan Yibing made up something. “I have a practice match scheduled with a European and American team. They don’t celebrate the festival over there.”

Mama Yan sighed. “Can’t you reschedule with them?”

Yan Yibing replied, “There are over ten teams involved, from both domestic and international, so it’s hard to coordinate.”

Mama Yan asked, “Don’t tell me you don’t even want to have New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Yan Yibing really didn’t want to.

A big table, with over ten people seated around it, each standing up to toast. Just thinking about that scene gave him a headache.

But he couldn’t be too unreasonable either, so he said, “No, I’ll be done before 8 p.m.”

Yan Yibing’s family knew about his job, but they didn’t really understand it.

To them, playing games meant staying up all night, neglecting meals and sleep, so surprisingly, no one objected.

The teenager looked at him with resentment and whispered, “Cousin, you’re so heartless.”

The girl also pouted angrily, “We were just talking about men together, and now you’re abandoning me like this.”

Yan Yibing suggested sincerely, “You can turn on the TV and watch the gala show on time. There are all kinds of men for you to appreciate.”

The girl replied, “Who watches the New Year’s Gala? It’s not cool at all.”

Yan Yibing nodded. “That’s okay, anyway, the men who appear there are out of your league too.”

The girl: “…”

The teenager asked, “Is esports fun? Can I try it?”

Yan Yibing replied, “It’s too late for you at your age if you haven’t started yet. Others have already won plenty of championships by your age.”

The teenager asked, “I only play mobile games, like Honor of Kings. Can you play it? Can you teach me?”

Yan Yibing said, “You should know that different fields require different expertise. Besides, when three people walk together, there must be one who can be a teacher.'”

The teenager asked, “So I’ll take you?

Yan Yibing replied, “Alright, I’m the strongest King. How about you?”

The teenager’s expression collapsed. “Uh…”

Finally deciding not to tease the kid anymore, Yan Yibing slipped into the small room designated for his parents, locked the door, didn’t even turn on his computer, and lay down on the bed to catch up on sleep.

His uncles were all very considerate people who knew not to disturb someone who’s gaming, so none of them bothered him.

Yan Yibing slept until eight o’clock, finally catching up on some good rest.

After washing his face, he went downstairs, where most of the people were already seated at the table.

The boy and the girl sat on their chairs, looking utterly dispirited.

Only Yan Yibing seemed energetic, with bright eyes.

The TV was on, broadcasting the gala show, but it was just for the sake of atmosphere; no one was really paying attention.

In the center of the dining table, there was a huge basin of Chinese New Year delicacies ordered from a nearby restaurant, glistening with oil and exuding an enticing aroma.

The atmosphere of the entire New Year’s Eve dinner was very festive, such scenes were actually quite rare, as grandparents were getting older, and who knew when they would all be able to reunite again.

For the first time ever, this meal lasted until past 10 p.m.

Several men were toasting and enjoying themselves, getting quite drunk.

Yan Yibing, as an adult, was also urged to drink, but he only had a little, excusing himself by saying that drinking would affect his gaming performance, and he didn’t touch it again.

On the other hand, the seventeen-year-old teenager casually drank two bottles of beer, with no change in his expression.

At this age, they all liked to show off a bit.

At night.

The sofa was unfolded into a bed, with a layer of cushion on top.

Yan Yibing lay on it, but it wasn’t really comfortable, and even turning over was a struggle.

The next morning, his back was a little sore, and he woke up unusually early, panting heavily.

But it was a new day, a new welcoming.

Yan Yibing had to continue using the excuse of practice matches at noon to sneak in a nap in his parents’ room.

Han Mo’s flight was in the evening around 5 p.m., landing around 7 p.m. By the time he got out of the airport, took a taxi to the hotel, it was already past 8 p.m.

Yan Yibing felt increasingly restless throughout the night.

He kept checking the time, but perhaps because so many people had returned this year and the elderly were excited, there seemed to be no intention of resting.

Han Mo messaged him upon reaching the hotel, “I’ve arrived.”

Yan Yibing couldn’t sit still anymore.

The little lover was waiting for him eagerly in the hotel just a few hundred meters away. It was the first time he understood what urgency felt like.

On the dining table, the food had been cleared away, replaced by a mahjong set.

The adults either played or watched, while some were still shucking abalones.

The teenagers lounged on the sofa, each engrossed in their phones.

Seeing them all engrossed in their activities, Yan Yibing quietly planned his escape.

He pocketed his phone, didn’t even bother with a jacket, and tiptoed to the door.

Turning the handle gently, he opened the door a crack and slipped out.

Perhaps someone saw him, but no one paid any attention.

Because his grandma’s yard was quite spacious, with two birds kept inside, they occasionally opened the door to watch the birds.

The outdoor air made Yan Yibing shiver.

Nights in Guangzhou were still quite chilly, and not wearing a jacket was a bit hard to bear.

But he couldn’t care less, so he rubbed his arms and ran towards the hotel.

The wind whistled in his ears as he ran. The low bushes rustled as if there were creatures rushing through them at high speed.

His body, not accustomed to exercise for many years, felt a bit breathless after running a few hundred meters.

He stopped at the hotel entrance, moistened his dry lips, took a few quick breaths, and entered the lobby.

Since it was New Year and there were fewer people, the receptionist politely nodded at him and kindly asked for his room number.

Feeling the warmth of the hotel lobby, Yan Yibing mentioned Han Mo’s room number.

He took the elevator up and arrived at Han Mo’s door.

He had told Han Mo that he would come after ten, but it was only a little past eight.

He wanted to give Han Mo a surprise.

Clearing his throat, Yan Yibing pressed the doorbell.

After a moment, he heard movement inside the room, then footsteps, and finally that familiar voice asking, “Who is it?”

But the door didn’t open.

Yan Yibing intentionally lowered his voice and altered his tone, “Hello, room service.”

There was silence behind the door for a moment.

Yan Yibing heard a soft chuckle.

Han Mo leaned against the wall, amused, “What kind of room service?”

Yan Yibing furrowed his brows and continued to deepen his voice, “It’s the hotel’s New Year gift for you, thanking you for your support.”

Then, with a click, the door lock turned open.

In the instant the door opened, Yan Yibing suddenly pushed it and rushed in, embracing Han Mo tightly.

Han Mo stumbled back a few steps from the sudden embrace, then hugged him tightly.

Yan Yibing, dressed only in a thin hoodie, still carried the chill of the outside air, his cheeks, ears, and fingertips all cold.

But Han Mo’s body was warm, with the dry, emanating the dry warmth of youth.

Yan Yibing breathed gently, squinting, “You recognized me and still didn’t open the door?”

Han Mo freed one hand to push the door shut, smiled lightly, then roughly pressed Yan Yibing against the wall of the corridor, and kissed him without hesitation.

Yan Yibing’s lips were also slightly cold, so Han Mo gradually transferred his warmth, rubbing his soft lips until they turned moist and warm.

Yan Yibing tilted his head, welcoming the passionate kiss like a little wolf pup devouring its meal, naturally wrapping his arms around Han Mo’s neck.

The hotel was a good place.

Yan Yibing thought so.

It was discreet, private, and carried a hint of ambiguity.

Han Mo also thought the hotel was a good place. After kissing enough, he released Yan Yibing’s lips, lightly brushed his fingertips against the corner of his mouth, and in a deep voice said, “Does your hotel provide such special services? Aren’t you worried about attracting unwanted attention from anti-pornography authorities?”

Yan Yibing caught onto the role-playing implication.

His eyelids trembled slightly, his gaze shifting, a smirk playing at his lips. He reached out, grabbing Han Mo’s collar lightly, causing it to gently tighten around Han Mo’s neck. “Are you still planning to report me?”

Han Mo’s eyes darkened, his eyelids folding deeply as his fingers slid down the thin fabric of Yan Yibing’s thin hoodie.

“I intend to test the quality of service. If it’s not good, I’ll give it a bad review,” Han Mo said.

Yan Yibing thought to himself, This is a test of my endurance!

He felt a bit nervous.

Indeed, there were condoms in the hotel.

But as they say, during the first time, especially when one is excited, it’s easy to lose control.

So, he decided to give Han Mo some pre-use instructions.

“I slept on the sofa last night and didn’t sleep well. My back hurts.”

With a statement like that, not performing at least five times in a night would be forgivable.

Han Mo believed him, his expression clearing slightly. “Really? Let me give you a massage.”

Yan Yibing: “…”, That was close.

So, he took off his shirt, lay on the bed, basking in the warmth of the air conditioning, and enjoying Han Mo’s perfectly strong massage.

He groaned as Han Mo pressed him down, and he felt extremely comfortable lying on the big bed.

Han Mo’s fingers pressed on the Fengchi acupoint on his neck, sliding slowly down his spine. “Still hurting?”

Yan Yibing half-closed his eyes, feeling content and even a bit sleepy. “Much better.”

And so, Han Mo’s movements gradually stopped.

He suddenly exerted force, flipping Yan Yibing over onto his back, lying on the bed.

Yan Yibing instantly woke up, staring at him wide-eyed.

Han Mo leaned down, lips holding a cherry, murmuring, “I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten since I got off the plane.”

Yan Yibing trembled slightly, his face flushing. “It’s hard for me to understand what you mean like this, young man.”

Han Mo smiled, releasing him. “If Master doesn’t take me to explore Guangzhou, I’ll have to satisfy my hunger with this.”

Worried about being taken advantage of, Yan Yibing covered his chest, climbing off the bed. “I sneaked out from home, they don’t know, and I’m not wearing an outer coat.”

Han Mo glanced at him ambiguously. “Wear mine. I brought one.”

Han Mo took out a black cotton jacket from his suitcase. “Dry-cleaned.”

Han Mo’s clothes were a little too big, the cuffs dangling to Yan Yibing’s fingertips, but they were warm and lightweight, making his fair skin appear even whiter.

There was a fresh and dry scent on the clothes.

Wearing each other’s clothes was probably a sign of emotional warmth.

At least Yan Yibing felt that it was completely different from wearing his own clothes.

Yan Yibing: “We need to hurry. Restaurants usually close at ten, and with the Lunar New Year, those specialty shops might not open until after the third day. Right now, only the restaurants in the malls are open, but they’re good too.”

Han Mo: “I’m fine with anything.”

He was indeed a bit hungry. He had only eaten a small piece of bread on the plane.

Without Yan Yibing around, he didn’t feel like looking for something to eat.

He had originally planned to wait for Yan Yibing to come after ten and just order some late-night snacks at the hotel.

But since it wasn’t even nine yet, there should be enough time.

Not far from the hotel, there was a Chaosan beef hotpot restaurant that was still open.

There were people in the restaurant, and through the transparent glass, you could see the waiters skillfully slicing beef.

Yan Yibing: “Want to try Chaosan hotpot? It’s more authentic here, and the beef is particularly fresh.”

Although Han Mo had been in the south for a long time, he was still a northerner at heart. He preferred hotpot with sesame sauce and wasn’t particularly fond of sesame oil dishes or Sacha sauce.

But today the weather was cold, and the atmosphere was good. He was hungry, so he didn’t care about the dipping sauce.

Han Mo: “Sure.”

They entered the restaurant and found a table right away.

Yan Yibing had dinner already, so he wasn’t very hungry now. So, the two of them basically ordered single portions.

The dipping sauce was prepared by Yan Yibing because he found that Han Mo didn’t know how.

The beef hotpot didn’t have spicy oil as the soup base, and the taste depended entirely on the quality of the beef and the dipping sauce.

Han Mo took a bite with the sauce Yan Yibing prepared and was slightly surprised.

For some reason, he felt that the beef hotpot here was much tastier than the one in Magic City.

Han Mo picked up a piece of beef tongue and fed it to Yan Yibing. “Master.”

Yan Yibing hesitated for a few seconds, glanced around, and then opened his mouth, biting off the piece of meat from Han Mo’s chopsticks.

Han Mo: “What if your uncle and aunt find out you’re out? What will you do when they come looking for you?”

Yan Yibing: “Just make up a reason. It doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not. Anyway, my family is busy with various things, they don’t have time to worry about me.”

Han Mo: “Have you always been sleeping on the sofa?”

Yan Yibing: “Yeah, the rooms are limited, so I have no choice.”

Han Mo: “Come sleep with me tonight.”

Of course, Yan Yibing wanted to. After all, the hotel was more comfortable. Bathing, resting, everything was convenient. He and Han Mo could even play a few games together, even if not PUBG, anything was fine. They learned quickly whatever they tried.

Yan Yibing hesitated a bit. “But…”

Han Mo said, “The customer hasn’t taken advantage yet. The special services at your hotel are not very professional.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Okay.

The role-playing wasn’t over yet.

The couple at the nearby table accidentally overheard their conversation, sneaking glances at them, shocked and distressed, as if unable to accept the state of society.

Yan Yibing caught their expressions, as if he could hear their roaring thoughts.

“Nowadays, hotels are shameless, not only women but even men are offered!”

Author’s Message:

After the special service, the satisfied customer Han Mo gave a good review and casually closed the shop, deciding to privately retain the service staff.

The service staff lay on the bed soundly asleep, oblivious to everything.

Thank you for reading!