He kissed her through the thin quilt, and said in a very low voice, "Don't always think about getting him back."
Mo Bei's slender fingers stopped.
Feng Nai soon noticed it, and said in a muffled voice, "Look at me well, I'm no worse than him, at least I can't pretend."
Mo Bei turned his eyes.
Feng Nai hugged him a little tighter: "Eight out of ten of what he said were false, so scumbag, you want it too?"
Because it was covered by the thin quilt, Mo Bei couldn't see his expression, and the only thing he could feel was his body temperature.
"Whatever he looks like is fine." Mo Bei's voice came over without much disturbance: "Cruel, cold-blooded, pretending to be milky, with bright eyes, thinking about getting rid of people who are not good for him and himself I want to be jealous of myself and still not admit it."
Hearing this, Feng Nai slowly moved away with angry eyes, even loosening his grip on the thin quilt.
Only then could Mo Bei see him again.
People with good-looking eyebrows and eyes are so different even when they are at a loss.
"You said, who is he like you?"
Mo Bei's words made Feng Nai take his hand back.
"It really needs to be on guard."
He wants to go.
Before he could move, he was dragged back again.
Mo Bei: "You don't want it anymore?"
Feng Nai smiled meaningfully: "The premise is that you don't subconsciously brainwash me."
"Yes." Mo Bei knew that it was time to negotiate terms: "No brainwashing, but you also promise me one thing."
Feng Nai couldn't pull back his hand, so he simply let him hold it: "Does it seem like you're giving me room to refuse?"
"It's true that I can't refuse." Mo Bei said plainly.
Feng Nai's smile grew stronger: "It's really honest, what's the matter."
"Double row." Mo Bei looked at him: "The base can't go now, adjust the state."
When Feng Nai heard this, his brows furrowed.
Mo Bei noticed it: "Is there a problem?"
"There's a problem." Feng Nai stood up, this time it was really a little cold: "I'm not interested in games, Miss Mo always seems to forget that I'm not him."
Being held by the wrist, he can't go far.
Feng Nai lowered her eyes: "I won't participate in your competition either."
"That is to renegotiate the terms?" Mo Bei pushed Bo away: "What do you want?"
Feng Nai looked at her: "You disappear."
Mo Bei's eyes stopped.
Feng Nai's voice was very flat: "You feel it too, I can't make a move, I will go to the game with you, but the premise is that you disappear after the fight, I don't believe you."
"Okay." Mo Bei held his hand again, and his voice was a little low: "Did I make you feel very insecure?"
Feng Nai turned his face sideways: "It's uncontrollable."
Mo Bei was stunned when he heard the words, and wanted to reach out to hug him again.
There is a saying on the Internet.
"Gentle people are usually born like this."
"After they've been through a lot of grief, they decide to make it easier for other people not to be as sad as they are."
"This kind of bloody thoughtfulness cultivates gentleness."
But what to start with.
Believe me, I don't need to be gentle.
For Mo Bei, he probably met a person named Feng Nai.
No matter which personality he is.
It never made her feel lonely.
What's more, she didn't think it was him.
He always thinks that she likes the way he stands clean and tall and is full of milk and treats people gently.
In fact, even if he had a day with blood on his hands and anger all over his body.
She also only wants such a person...
(end of this chapter)