"Come in."
Mo Bei stretched out his hand to open a door, found that his palm was empty, and glanced back.
Only then did Feng Nai take another long leg.
It was a rest room for professional players, and there were still paper cups on the table.
Mo Bei didn't look at all these, walked to the savings cabinet, glanced sideways, then drew a card, canceled the iron magnet of the cabinet, and took out gauze and iodophor from inside.
Feng Nai was most familiar with this smell, but he stood there without moving.
When Mo Bei came back, the cotton swab touched his palm, and his voice was light: "How did you escape?"
A few words are very flat, and there are no emotional waves.
Feng Nai, who had lowered his eyes, raised his eyebrows playfully: "Run out?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei raised his hand up and began to wrap the gauze.
Feng Nai looked at her clean and handsome face, and took a step back: "I still want to pretend for a while, to coax you, after all, it's not you, it's hard to make him desperate, he doesn't even have a psychological defense line It's a pity that it was discovered so quickly."
Mo Bei raised his eyes, but the emotion in his eyes remained unchanged.
Feng Nai also leaned there lazily, like a gentle blood-stained demon: "But I'm curious, how did you find out?"
"Feeling." Mo Bei never spoke much.
Feng Nai lowered her eyes: "Oh?"
"It's the medicine I fed." Mo Bei has always been smart, and he will find the key when looking for problems.
Feng Nai said casually: "It can be said that the way he woke himself up was a bit intense."
Hearing this, Mo Bei looked at his palm.
Feng Nai curled her thin lips: "You seem to have known about my existence for a long time. Now that you see me, he is different from the one you like. How do you feel?"
Mo Bei didn't answer his words, but pulled his hand back again, ready to continue wrapping the gauze: "Don't hurt yourself again when you do anything in the future."
Feng Nai withdrew his hand, polite and polite, but gave off a hostile look: "I'm different from him, and I don't like being touched by you."
"Are there any wounds other than here?" Mo Bei's voice remained the same as if he hadn't heard his protest.
Feng Nai's eyes darkened, and he spoke again: "I said, you don't understand what rejection is..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking.
Mo Bei reached out and pressed his unwounded right shoulder.
A jaw lifted and thin lips touched his.
This time it wasn't just a kiss.
Instead, it was a very gentle touch, and then the face was slightly turned sideways, gradually deepening the force.
Opposite them was a mirror, from which Feng Nai's eyes could be clearly seen.
All politeness, indifference and indifference.
At this time, there was a slow pause, which gradually turned into a playful one.
He didn't move either, and let her kiss him with a handsome and dignified profile.
Very soft to the touch, clean and cool.
It's not unbearable.
Want to use this method to bring another him back
The corners of Feng Nai's lips curled up, and he reached out to pull him away.
The man was one step faster than him, stood up straight, and threw two words: "Too noisy."
"What?" Feng Nai raised his eyebrows.
Mo Bei's voice was unchanged and cold: "If you keep arguing, I will continue. Be good and finish the wound treatment, and we will talk about other things later."
After the words fell, she wrapped the gauze around her hand again.
Since just now, Feng Nai, who has always been proud and lazy, has a change in his eyes. Is this... controlling him
(end of this chapter)