Mo Bei didn't speak. After all, the topic of women's clothing is a bit dangerous.
Feng Nai, on the other hand, was about to lift his leg after saying that sentence, and paced past, when the phone on the coffee table rang.
Mo Bei leaned over and picked up the phone.
The screen flashed by.
The word "deep" is particularly obvious.
Feng Nai rolled his eyes.
Mo Bei took his mobile phone and walked aside.
The faint voice can still be heard vaguely: "Well, in the apartment, no, it's not cold, I know, I won't go out until the rain stops..."
Feng Nai stood in place with a careless expression, and as time passed, he turned his eyes to this side again.
Mo Bei faintly evoked a smile, just like the first thaw of winter snow, revealing a trace of coolness.
It's completely different from just now.
Is it because of the person who brought the words
Feng Nai was not interested in listening to any couple's conversation, so he turned his eyes back.
Holding a teacup in his right hand, he wanted to continue drinking tea.
But because the tea was cold, the entrance was a bit astringent.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, and after putting down the teacup, he looked out of the window again, and finally half-bent over in boredom, lifted his shirt, and walked into the bathroom.
When the hot water hit her body, the vague distress in her chest finally subsided a little.
Mo Bei came over after making a call, looked at the empty living room, and turned to the bathroom.
Is it inside
Just when she had the idea
The water in the bathroom stopped, and a slightly depressed voice sounded from inside: "Fuck."
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and approached the bathroom door: "What?"
"There's no water." This is the first time Feng Nai has encountered such a situation at such a young age. He has a fair and handsome face, and his black eyelashes are still covered with foam. He is very expensive and uncomfortable, like a child who has only been soaked in water. Cat, a resentment that wants to smash things.
Mo Bei paused: "Is there no hot water nearby?"
"No." Feng Nai blinked, then raised his hand to wipe the foam off his eyes.
Mo Bei's voice was a little weak: "It should be a problem with the property. I don't know if it's because of the rain."
"Is the water cut off related to the rain?" Feng Nai laughed mockingly: "Little brother, are you bullying me now that I have no common sense in life?"
Mo Bei coughed lightly, trying not to let his voice leak too much emotion: "No, Captain, you think too much. There is a towel hanging on your left hand. Wipe it first."
"Towel, where?" Feng Nai kept his voice calm, obviously not dealing with these things before.
Mo Bei was about to say something when his eyes fell on the chair in front of him: "Don't look for it, the towel is outside."
She forgot, just wiped off the rain.
"Then you take it in."
Take it in
Mo Bei paused with his fingers.
in the bathroom.
He should have no clothes on...
Feng Nai didn't know what Mo Bei was thinking, his eyes were a little stinging from the shampoo.
Closing one eye, he casually mocked: "Speaking of which, did you fall asleep outside?"
Mo Bei's eyes darkened a little, then, he picked up the towel and unscrewed the bathroom door.
Standing sideways, the left hand with well-defined joints stretched in.
After Feng Nai heard the sound, he turned his gaze over, and his single eye glanced at the person who was holding his trouser pocket with one hand, turned sideways, with an invisible expression, as if he was avoiding seeing him.
He stretched out his right hand, just as he was about to take the towel, but saw the man's black eyelashes move.
Suddenly.
He hooked his thin lips and smiled.
Such a smile, as if a hunter has found some interesting prey...
(end of this chapter)