After turning on the shower.
Feng Nai had long forgotten that he still had a fever.
In my mind, I turned over the close lips of that person, thin like flower petals, exuding the smell of lemon, very light in color, almost whitish, only when it was wet with water vapor.
The scene just now often appeared in his dreams.
Feng Nai closed her eyes, and after hiding some things, she came out of the bathroom.
Mo Bei was half asleep and half awake, but he could still feel the moisture on the man's body.
Naturally, she put her hand on his forehead again. After the temperature was not so hot, she withdrew her hand.
Feng Nai could smell Mo Bei's body, and he didn't even understand why they also used the hotel's shampoo.
There is always a nice smell about this person.
As if he had smelled it somewhere before.
If it was normal, Feng Nai might not be able to remember it.
But today, a small figure that he once swept across suddenly appeared in his mind.
He would notice the little boy who was much shorter than him because he smelled so good.
Carrying a small schoolbag, short black hair is a bit broken, and a pointed chin, it seems that it can overlap with the person in front of him for a moment.
Although it doesn't seem to be the same.
However, Feng Nai paused, and asked with narrowed eyes: "During the World Series, did you go to Milan to watch the game?"
"No." The word Mo Bei was completely lying.
Because the World Series held in Milan was participated by Diamond League.
Feng Nai's voice was slow: "I haven't said which year it was, but you just said no, and you reacted a little too quickly."
"I have no money, and I have never been to any session." Mo Bei's tone was uneven.
Feng Nai paused, how could he forget this person's family conditions and the treatment he received in the previous team.
That's probably what it's like to like someone.
Can learn from each other's few words.
You can imagine a picture.
Just think of the helpless look of that person.
All doubts disappeared.
Feng Nai lowered her eyes: "I'll take you there this time."
Mo Beigang turned his gaze away.
Feng Nai met her eyes: "Go as a contestant."
Mo Bei's pupils trembled, and he buried his face in the pillow, his voice was very soft, but different from usual: "Yeah."
This is the first time someone other than the Emperor League talked to her about the World Series.
It felt very different that way.
Not without dreams.
It's just that she has been away from her dream for too long.
It's been so long that she almost forgot.
Now being brought up again.
As if it will come true one day.
That's what it's like to have teammates.
Mo Bei was happy, so when he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.
Feng Nai didn't do any more movements because he really needed to rest.
He woke up once or twice in the middle of the journey, and it was Mo Bei who handed him water again.
It will look like this after the fever subsides.
It was about two o'clock in the morning.
The two of them were considered to have entered a deep sleep.
the difference is.
Feng Nai once again dreamed of those scenes that made it difficult for him to hold back, and the aura around him became more and more clear as he drifted up and down.
When Mo Bei opened his eyes, what he saw was...
(end of this chapter)