Mo Bei didn't know that Feng Nai hadn't closed the live broadcast yet. She thought that after she said it, the live broadcast platform had been closed.
Feng Nai was still the same as before, with one hand supporting his side face, the corners of his lips curled into faint arcs, but his lips were still white, probably because he was still having a fever.
When Mo Bei walked over, he saw him like this.
This time, instead of testing his temperature with his hand, he shook the thermometer and handed it to him: "Try it."
Feng Nai didn't refuse, and put his head down to lift off the white T-shirt on his body, and put the top on the back of the chair casually, his movements were very fast and handsome.
It's even like a professional model backstage preparing for the catwalk.
Mo Bei's eyes paused, he didn't expect him to make such a move, and tried to keep his eyes away from his abdominal muscles.
Feng Nai took the thermometer from Mo Bei's hand, because it was too close, the smooth and beautiful lines were almost within sight.
It even seems that the remaining temperature on it can be felt by people.
Mo Bei withdrew his gaze, knowing that the more this happened, the less he could show any strangeness.
Because it's too common among boys to take off their shirts
But it will still be affected.
She couldn't just watch that person dangling in front of her with his upper body bare.
"Is the captain not thinking about it?" Mo Bei said, stretched out his hand and threw his shirt to him again: "Put it on".
Feng Nai had no intention of moving: "When I have a fever, I hate wearing a shirt."
Mo Bei wanted to say something else.
Feng Nai casually opened his mouth again: "Anyway, I'm going to sleep after drinking the medicine, why, you still want me to sleep with clothes on like you?" He really wanted to tear off such an eye-catching suit up.
Mo Bei's voice was calm: "The hotel has nightgowns."
"Taste." Feng Nai's sentence was not a routine.
Mo Bei also knew how sensitive he was to smells.
Tell yourself forget it.
It would be more practical to ask him to drink more medicine.
This time, Feng Nai didn't take the water glass to take it away and circle around in his hand.
It looks like he's about to drink medicine.
As a result, in the next second, his hand turned slightly for some reason.
A whole cup of granule was spilled on Mo Bei's clothes and cuffs.
Mo Bei paused.
Feng Nai immediately wiped it with a piece of paper: "I didn't pay attention just now, didn't it burn you?"
"No." Mo Bei looked at the suit jacket on his body, and it was obvious that he could no longer wear it: "I'll call room service."
Room Service
Does this mean you want to keep wearing it
Feng Nai sat there with indistinguishable eyes, and the coldness in the corner of his mouth became much more instantly.
Mo Bei's game account is still logged on the computer.
Messages kept coming over the screen.
After Feng Nai glanced at it, he continued to click Reject.
Probably the people over there were a little helpless after being rejected.
Verification mode is turned on directly.
"Hey, why didn't you pass?"
"Did I not play well just now?"
"If you don't bring the treatment, it's not certain who will kill who."
"Why did you refuse again? Aren't you Chinese people the most polite?"
"Okay, buddy, if you reject me, you won't refuse me in another fight, will you?"
"Still agree? If you know who I am, you will definitely regret your current behavior."
After Feng Nai, who was not in a good mood, saw the news, his eyes were still slightly cold, and he only had to type one word: "Oh?"
"You finally returned to me!"
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(end of this chapter)