The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei didn't know about this.

Only combined with my own experience of pouring the wine after three sips.

He looked at the man's pale lips again.

I saw him pressing his stomach with one hand.

I already believe it seven points.

Young Master Jin was wrong about something.

When Feng Nai really wants someone, he won't be cruel to others, but to himself.

In order to look more realistic, I knew it would hurt if I pressed my stomach like this after drinking.

He pressed it anyway.

"Let me lean on you and sleep for a while." Feng Nai closed his eyes and his voice was a little deep.

Mo Bei looked at that face: "Stomach hurt?"

"Yeah." Feng Nai twitched his eyelashes. This experience came entirely from Lin Keng Keng's classmate. Every time that guy pretended to be pitiful, he would use this trick on him.

Obviously, Feng Nai did use the right move.

Mo Bei has never had a bad temper towards such cute things.

Especially since I thought the person looked like a cat, I didn't think too much about it. I directly stretched out my hand and pressed it on the person's stomach, kneading it very lightly.

Feng Nai paused and opened his eyes. His eyes reflected the lights of the city outside the window, making them even more beautiful and profound.

Mo Bei thought it was his mysophobia, and he didn't feel anything at all. He just said quietly: "Be patient for a while. If you press it like this, your stomach will feel better."

Feng Nai didn't speak, only closed his eyes again, his pale handsome face raised a slight arc when Mo Bei couldn't see it.

Is it everyone who has tasted warmth.

It's not like going back to the cold.

So boring.

Without this person, life before was really boring.

Yunshen is different.

She didn't have to be this person.

But he only needs this one.

Since you are pretending to be drunk.

Of course, you have to pretend to be thorough.

Feng Nai seemed to feel more uncomfortable as he went to the back.

Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Mo Bei naturally let him lean against her when he got out of the car.

Feng Nai likes this negative distance.

Even nostalgia.

Putting one hand on Mo Bei's shoulder, the other held down his black hair and pushed it back, revealing his handsome and clear face, as if he was really drunk.

It's just that Feng Nai has a fatal sexiness in the night.

He originally looked like a monster.

Now it's even more thrilling.

In addition, he clearly understands the weakness of this little brother Linkengkeng.

He even pretended to be sick.

He seemed to have lost one-tenth of his usual momentum.

Mo Bei looked at his increasingly pale lips and really didn't let him go.

Even after entering the base, he still half-carried the person upstairs.

By this point, everyone else had gone to bed.

Mo Bei was trying to lower his volume as much as possible.

Just when the door is open.

Take the key out of his pocket.

Feng Nai turned sideways, and his breath hit behind Mo Bei's ear. It was hard not to notice.

Mo Bei raised his eyes and pushed hard again, trying to use the force of pushing the door to bring him in.

Don't know what went wrong.

When closing the door.

One is undefended.

There is rebound power.

And the person hanging on her shoulder, without doing anything, trapped her between her chest and the wooden door.

The location has also changed.

Mo Bei's fingers visibly paused.

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