Mo Bei, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what happened.
The black hair hit the pillow, and the light turned on, making that face more and more white as snow.
The concave part of the collarbone looks like the wings of a butterfly.
The side face is clear and cold, but it is rare and well-behaved.
These are all his.
After taking a cold shower, Feng Nai stood beside Mo Bei. His black hair was still wet, and even his thoughts were full of possessiveness.
With the towel on his head, his deep eyes were slightly lowered, and he placed a kiss on Mo Bei's forehead. He was really happy, and his smile never stopped.
Then, he seemed to remember something.
With slender fingers, he hooked the white cloth strip on the side, and then dried it with a hair dryer.
When the eyes fell on her, there was still a slight light at the end of the eyes.
When the fingertips touched the softness again.
Feng Nai paused, and with calm eyes, he wrapped the cloth strip around her white jade-like back, and wrapped it back little by little, so that it returned to its original state.
There was an obvious forbearance in that handsome face.
Even the breath is hot.
Not to mention the fingers, the heat continued unabated.
Probably sensed the temperature.
Mo Bei frowned involuntarily.
Seeing this, Feng Nai moved his fingers away.
When she fell into a deep sleep again.
Only then began to continue the next action.
It is indeed difficult to get the shirt completely dry.
However, if the shirt is really not wrinkled at all, it is too fake.
Feng Nai tidied up carefully, and put the clothes on Mo Bei back to their original positions one by one.
Wait until he's at his best.
It was already past three o'clock in the morning.
The corner of Feng Nai's mouth curled up, as if he didn't feel tired at all, and he leaned into Mo Bei's ear in a hoarse voice: "I'll wait for you to wake up tomorrow..."
The night outside was fading.
Except for Feng Nai, no one knew what happened.
The cat, cat, panda and bear who feels a little guilty in his heart.
Even in his dreams, he was thinking about how to ask his brother tomorrow.
Young Master Jin passed out holding a wine bottle.
Anyway, Brother Nai had already returned, so there was nothing for him to worry about, it couldn't be more pleasant.
Outside the window, the street lights went out one by one.
The soft morning light entered the room through the gauze curtain.
The sun shone on the handsome face that was always clear and cold, as if it had inlaid a layer of gold on the young man.
Mo Bei, who was lying there, directly raised his hand to avoid the glaring light, with his arm horizontally covering his eyes.
Almost the moment she raised her hand, Mo Bei became a little sober.
She stood up and sat up abruptly, her first reaction was to look down at her shirt.
The shirt was wrinkled, and a button was undone, exposing her collarbone.
Without any hesitation, Mo Bei stretched out his hand to fasten the button, still a little dizzy.
She is sorting out yesterday's pictures.
But the thoughts are very messy.
The only impression I have is the scene where someone came to a certain god to ask for WeChat.
Next, she felt thirsty and drank a lot of juice.
juice
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, pinched his brow with his fair fingers.
There should be something wrong with the juice.
Is there a degree
What worries Mo Bei is that apart from these, she doesn't remember anything, not even the slightest impression.
What would she do when she was drunk.
This point, she is not clear.
Mo Bei shook his head, trying to make himself more sober.
As calm as she was, she soon discovered a problem.
This doesn't seem to be the room she lives in.
As if to confirm her thoughts.
A low magnetic voice with just waking up sounded from her ears...
(end of this chapter)