"Do you know what you're doing?" When Feng Nai was speaking, he turned his body sideways, as if he wanted to get up.
Mo Bei didn't give him this chance. He pressed his shoulder with one hand and said two words lightly: "Clear."
Feng Nai breathed in the breath she brought, and the eyes under the silk scarf became darker and darker.
Mo Bei looked at him: "It will be fine soon."
When Feng Nai heard this sentence, he pushed the person back into the corner with a backhand, and suddenly smiled: "Miss, do you have any misunderstanding about this kind of thing?"
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and brushed the scarf over his eyes with his fingertips. Is there a misunderstanding? she
Feng Nai leaned over, and the low magnetic voice was right next to her ear: "Who told you that you'll be fine soon?"
Mo Bei didn't answer, but pressed his wrist, and then pushed harder, condescendingly: "If you cooperate, the speed will be faster."
Of course Feng Nai knew her skills, and also knew that in this regard, it was completely unnecessary to spell out one, two, three, so he simply put his head down in that position, and pressed his face into her neck: "Do you want to How can I cooperate?"
"Don't act like a baby." After Mo Bei saw this, he couldn't do anything at all.
Feng Nai chuckled: "Acting like a baby? Do I have one?"
Through speaking, the breath hit the neck little by little, which always made people feel a little irresistible.
Even though he was as cold as Mo Bei, he would inevitably want to push people away a little.
But he didn't allow her to back off: "Aren't you very good at unbuttoning the shirt I'm wearing, do you need help?"
Before Mo Bei could speak, he put his hand on the white shirt.
"Be lighter, this one is more expensive." Feng Nai's smile deepened: "As you said, be gentle."
Mo Bei inexplicably felt that these words had been uttered by him and had other meanings.
She glanced at his hand that hadn't let go, followed his intentions, and ran her fingertips across the pure white collar.
Halfway through the solution, I still paused.
After Feng Nai noticed it, her voice came in a low voice: "Are you satisfied with what you saw?"
Mo Bei tried his best to ignore his influence, put the person down, kissed him lightly, his profile was in the light, still beautiful and indistinguishable, with snowy air.
Feng Nai freed one hand and pressed her lower back: "You want to give me a sense of security? I want more than this. "
Mo Bei stopped and looked at him.
Feng Nai reached out and removed the silk scarf tied around his eyes, his eyes were bottomless: "My sense of security is that I can see you, within my reach."
Mo Bei's eyes were dark.
Feng Nai pressed her whole body on his chest, and lay there like that, smiling lightly: "My God, the game is over, you should rest."
Mo Bei listened to his heartbeat, loud and clear.
"You obviously don't know how to do it at all, and you're talking about learning without a teacher. You're here to torture me." Feng Nai put one hand on one side, and his voice was rough: "It's too foul."
Mo Bei wanted to see him.
But he didn't let her move: "Don't think about it like this. If you think that you are given to me, you won't owe me anything."
"No." Mo Bei fulfilled his wish, and put his face on his heart: "I just want to make you happy."
Feng Nai's hand brushed hers: "You are the one who is unhappy today."
"Then give me you, same." Mo Bei's eyes were like a winter night, so cold that there was no warmth at all.
Feng Nai hugged him up, and said softly, "Whenever I don't belong to you, you will almost turn me into a waste."
"People are good-looking, and being favored is a matter of course." Mo Bei let him bury his face into her neck again.
A very light kiss, accompanied by his smile: "Then I really want to thank myself for this face."
"The personality is also cute." Mo Bei said seriously.
Feng Nai couldn't stop laughing.
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, what else?" Feng Nai was carrying someone from behind: "What else do you like about me?"
Mo Bei avoided his breath: "Be obedient, considerate, and a fan."
Except for the last word, the rest didn't fit him at all.
However, it doesn't matter.
He is happy to pretend to be who she likes: "So it's impossible for this young lady to have other little milk dogs, such as someone who only recognizes your opponent from the beginning, and the one who was killed by Qin The bat that the family is eyeing."
"Flying Eagle." Thinking of this, Mo Bei squeezed his hand: "Don't bully him."
Feng Nai snorted: "Will I be that boring?"
Mo Bei looked at him sideways.
Feng Nai lowered his voice, which sounded a bit astringent: "I won't touch him, don't worry, he is your heart and soul after all."
Mo Bei was also made to sigh by his adjectives, and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Continue?"
"Continue what?" Feng Nai raised his eyebrows.
Mo Bei's mood was very light: "Continue with what you just did."
Being interrupted is always a little uncomfortable.
Feng Nai looked at her, wanting to laugh and feeling like he was on fire, after all, the person in his arms was so beautiful, right under his palm, it would break if he folded it, not to mention the ripples that he would see every time in his dreams .
Not today, she still has injuries on her hands. He knew too well of himself that if the beast was unleashed, he would hurt her.
Especially her right hand needs to be recovered.
His liking is always mixed with destruction.
The old man knew it very well, so he wanted to break them up.
At one point, they all seem to be getting it wrong.
She was indeed the one he most wanted to destroy.
But he wanted more, like this, to continue to be pampered by her.
What a pity.
If she was really ruined by him, she wouldn't praise him for being cute like she is now.
Feng Nai put the kiss on Mo Bei's ear: "You can't bear it, let alone the game the day after tomorrow morning, young lady, you don't think that just one time is enough, right? Oh, some things should be taken slowly .”
Mo Bei wanted to speak.
He didn't give her another chance.
The kiss that makes it difficult to maintain thoughts, with a slight chill, hits little by little.
It comforted me a lot, but at the same time it was like a cat seeking warmth and acting like a baby to its owner.
This is what it feels like to be needed.
As Feng Nai said, Mo Bei was too tired and needed a good night's sleep.
I haven't rested all the time, I don't want to rest.
This state is wrong.
It's impossible for Feng Nai not to notice it. Now that he is in his arms, there are still marks on his palms. After falling asleep, his eyelashes are down. He is quiet and cold. It doesn't look like he was going to do something to him just now.
Feng Nai didn't do anything, just looked at her, dilute some boiling water with cold water and come back.
The phone screen lit up.
It's a doctor's daily question: "How is today?"
Feng Nai's fingertips moved slightly: "You want her to be my medicine guide?"
The doctor paused there, he didn't expect to be seen through so quickly.
Feng Nai didn't care about his reply, and sent her voice very calmly: "Don't give these things to her again, she's already tired enough."
The doctor was a little surprised: "Do you think it will make her tired?"
"Heh." Feng Nai gently curled the corner of his mouth: "Doctor, you'd better not be too curious about her, I will cooperate. Similarly, don't always do things with the old man."
The doctor coughed: "It's all for treatment. You know best about paranoia. The more you like her, the more you can't tolerate her not conforming to your imagination. Once there is a deviation, you will..."
"What will happen to me?" Feng Nai's voice was very slow.
The doctor suddenly felt a chill in the back of his spine.
Feng Nai walked to the balcony, and the lighter in his hand flickered on and off: "You can try it, and soon, she will deviate from what I imagined."
The doctor's nerves were tense.
"I also want to know how I will feel at that time." Feng Nai's eyes were light: "Before this, I just want to be the existence in her eyes, so you should move less."
The doctor whispered: "You are pretending."
"Oh? Pretend?" Feng Nai smiled softly, "Probably."
At the end of the sentence, he cut off the voice, turned around and returned to the bed, stretched out his hand to brush her hair away, and before he could restrain his eyes, he broke into her clear eyes.
"You went outside?" Mo Bei touched his hand.
Feng Nai raised a smile: "Smoking."
Mo Bei glanced at the screen of his phone that hadn't gone dark, and held that hand: "I don't want to hear what I want to say in the future. Go to the bathroom. You catch a cold easily. Don't go to the balcony to blow air."
Hearing this, Feng Nai paused for a moment, then put his head on her shoulder: "It's really cold, I need a kiss to get better."
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