Unprepared to turn his eyes away.
Feng Nai even stopped his gaze at the same spot.
The heart trembled lightly, and even everyone paused.
The scenery outside the car window is receding.
The sun doesn't mean to fade at all.
Feng Nai raised his hand and put his arm on his forehead, pressing down his black hair.
Just leaning back like that, a faint smile can be seen between the thin lips.
It's the kind of self-deprecating, sweet, uncontrollable, slightly upward arc.
The assistant looked there with a dazed expression on his face.
God K, what happened
Mo Bei didn't notice, he just listened to the music in the earphones, took the water, and took a sip.
Turning around, seeing Feng Nai's appearance, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Thirsty." Feng Nai put down his hand and looked over.
There was only one bottle of water, and Mo Bei was thinking of calling the flight attendant over to buy another bottle.
The man was already supporting the small chopping board in front of him with one hand, leaned his head over, and then lowered his eyes in this posture, and his thin lips touched the mouth of the bottle.
Very ordinary water.
But because it was touched by someone before.
Inexplicably, it feels a little delicious.
Mo Bei paused for a moment, looking at the face drowning in the light.
Do you want to remind him that she just drank this bottle of water.
Probably sensed what she was thinking.
The man turned his face and looked at her like that. When he laughed, his black hair fell down, full of enchantment and temptation.
"It seems to be effective, for my cleanliness."
Mo Bei let out a "hmm", and then said again: "Captain."
"What?" Feng Nai's eyes looked even deeper like this.
Mo Bei's tone was light: "Can I touch your face?"
Feng Nai: ... What, what
"Just now, you're like a cat, stealing water." Mo Bei didn't wait for his consent this time, so he put his hand over, first touched the bridge of his nose, then his cheek, and slowly moved down with his beautiful, slender fingers.
Feng Nai paused, only feeling the coolness, like a feather brushing by, making his throat a little itchy.
The strangeness in his heart made him reach out and grab the other's wrist, but after he stopped, he felt faintly dissatisfied.
If he could continue, the fragments of the dreams in his mind would become clearer and clearer.
Clearly, even the ups and downs of his breathing changed.
Some faintly hot.
Snapped!
Feng Nai turned his head and moved his Adam's apple, as if he was a little careless, but his voice was lower than usual: "Don't make trouble."
Mo Bei looked at his hand that was thrown away.
The assistant whispered beside him, "Brother Nan, don't worry, God K is like this, he doesn't like being touched in the face."
"Well, I know." Mo Bei's voice was slow, with a clear expression on his face: "It seems that it is still not cured."
Assistant: ...What is the treatment
Mo Bei lowered his eyes coldly, and took out a wet towel for Feng Nai, meaning to wipe his face if he thought it was dirty.
Feng Nai took it over, but didn't speak, her heart was so hot that even her throat was a little dry.
Lin Keng Keng, this little brother, does he know what he was doing just now
Mo Bei looked at the man's increasingly unpredictable handsome face: "I'll touch it next time, tell me in advance."
"Don't touch the word." Feng Nai raised his eyes and looked at the man's clear face. After a while, he simply pressed the man's head on his shoulder: "Listen to the song, you still. Never again People are straighter than you."
Mo Bei said "hmm": "They all said that."
"Very proud?" Feng Nai's mockery was so obvious.
Mo Bei's voice was still weak: "No, the truth."
Feng Nai: ...
(end of this chapter)