Mo Bei pressed his back and stood up, the circle under his eyelids was dark, his face was still pale, and there was no trace of blood on his cheeks.
Although it is not far from the bedroom to the living room, for Mo Bei, letting her walk at this time would cause bursts of pain in her lower abdomen, and the feeling of falling became more and more obvious, so she simply leaned her back against the wall. The face is slightly sideways, the thin lips are pale: "Who?"
"Little brother, it's me, it's me!" After hearing the sound inside, Nailin turned her head and said to Feng Nai, "Brother, knock on the door softly."
His brother's action almost kicked the door, it's really not cute at all!
Mo Bei would definitely like to hear the milky voice if it was changed to other times.
But now... After listening to Mo Bei, his fingers were heavy, and his eyes flickered. With the movement of her sideways eyes, the black broken hair fell down to cover her expression, and the brows were all twisted because of the noise outside. into a ball.
How could that one come to her at this time.
Mo Bei cast his eyes down, half bent over, and put the pillow on the sofa.
She wanted to make herself less obvious.
Mainly the bathroom stuff.
that rubbish...
Mo Bei thought of the paper in the black plastic bag, and his eyes changed.
At this time, a lazy voice rang slowly from the outside through the door: "Since you are here, why don't you open the door?"
"I was sleeping just now." Mo Bei's eyes deepened, but his voice was still weak. Because he was still in pain, he simply tightened his belly with a belt. If he couldn't deal with the things in the bathroom, he could only rely on his on-the-spot reaction. Thinking, she Reach out and open the door.
What I saw was the same handsome face, one big and one small.
Nailin was still holding something in both hands, because she was still small, she looked very strenuous, her cheeks were flushed, and she was as delicate as a jade carving.
Their captain didn't even change his battle uniform, he just kept his hands in his trouser pockets, and his long legs stood in front of Xiao Nailin.
"Why are you here?" Mo Bei didn't let himself get emotional, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on Nailin's head.
Nailin raised her eyes, her eyes were very big: "We are worried about little brother, didn't little brother say that he is uncomfortable? Where is the discomfort?"
"It's nothing, it's an old problem." Mo Bei didn't explain the symptoms to death, and even deliberately straightened her waist. In fact, she doesn't feel well now.
Feng Nai's eyes only swept over the man's pale lips, and finally stopped on the sweaty forehead, and then reached out to lift Nailin.
Nailin shook her legs twice: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"I didn't see your little brother looking terminally ill, let him go back and lie down." Feng Nai's voice was still very casual.
One step earlier than Mo Bei, he stepped into the door.
Mo Bei paused by the door, his face was clear and handsome, but because of the lack of blood, he looked a little lonely.
Surprisingly.
The man seemed to think of something, he raised his hand, and put his palm on her forehead. The cool touch made Mo Bei's legs pause.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, he was still wearing a mask, and looked at Mo Bei with light-colored eyes, as if his action was just an ordinary behavior.
Mo Bei thought blankly, the way boys get along with each other, sometimes they are really closer than girls...
(end of this chapter)