The snow outside the window is still falling. Compared with the bright lights in the city center, the Fengjia villa outside the suburbs is like a castle in a fairy tale, beautiful and ethereal.
A "I like you."
It made Mo Bei's heart feel like a bottle of colorful dyes had been knocked over.
Guilt is the deepest.
She stretched out her hand and touched the sleeping face that was close at hand.
"sorry."
A voice that couldn't be softer.
Couldn't even hear any emotion.
The sky outside gradually began to turn white.
Only then did Mo Bei close his eyes.
Tiredness always makes people sleep deeply.
Especially when falling asleep after five o'clock, the body and mind are even more so.
Vaguely.
Mo Bei seemed to hear someone whispering something in her ear, and the low magnetic male voice was careless, and his breath was very close to her.
"Still awake?"
Mo Bei frowned slightly, and as soon as his eyelashes moved, light that couldn't be blocked by the gauze curtain came in through the window.
Her first reaction was to reach out to block it.
But when those eyes were opened, they were black and indifferent.
Under the morning light, she looked like a piece of cold jade.
It was supposed to be white and translucent, but it was stained with other colors.
The hickey on the neck is matched with messy broken hair.
Feng Nai's eyes darkened.
He looked into her eyes, and slowly raised his thin lips: "Are you awake? That's good, we can come and have a chat, this little drunk brother, how long are you going to hug me?"
Mo Bei followed his gaze and looked down, her hand was on his waist.
And he really seemed to be entangled by her.
She was about to let go of her hand.
He held her wrist.
The two are very close.
They are all lying in bed.
Even his hair touched hers.
He only glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth curled into an arc.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his other hand, lowered his collar with a swish, and said slowly, "You did it last night."
Mo Bei looked at those traces, his eyes froze.
"Why don't you talk?" Feng Nai smiled, and his breath fell on her face: "Is our assistant little brother so pure that he doesn't even know what these are."
Mo Bei frowned slightly, when did he leave the marks on his collarbone.
If she hadn't pretended to be drunk last night, knowing that he would make a move the next day, she would have really thought that she had done something to him on the spur of the moment after drinking too much.
"Then I will bite you back, you will always remember."
With a smile, he pointed his slender fingers on her neck.
Unprepared to be numb.
Give Mo Bei a pause.
He got closer, and his voice was hoarse and pleasant: "Don't remember? It seems that in the future, you will not be allowed to drink any alcohol-flavored fruit juice, even if it is alcohol-flavored juice. You kissed me so forcefully that you even spilled the water that was given to you on the bed."
The side of the bed did have wet marks.
The water glass on the bedside table was also empty.
It seems that before she woke up, he made a lot of preparations to make the traces of last night logical.
Mo Bei was about to speak.
He stood up, pointed his knuckles clearly, and slowly put the neckline back into place: "Tell me, help little brother, how do you plan to be responsible."
Mo Bei's voice was clear: "Responsible?" She? Responsible for him
"It's the first time someone left a hickey on me." Feng Nai leaned over, put his hands on the edge of the bed, looked at Mo Bei with a pair of deep eyes, and said a little casually: "You take my first time." Shouldn't you be responsible if you're gone?"
(end of this chapter)