The eSports King’s Crush

For Mo Bei, who dared to bring shame on Feng Nai's face in his first group fight, this sense of distance was nothing.

She half-bent, turned sideways, and was about to put the white towel soaked in warm water just now on Feng Nai's forehead.

Realizing what someone was about to do, Feng Nai opened his eyes and directly blocked Mo Bei's hand with his hand: "Get away."

Generally speaking, when he was like this, no matter who it was, he would have backed down long ago.

After all, when God K is impatient, no one dares to offend him.

Mo Bei didn't say anything. He pressed his arm directly and covered the wet towel where it should be.

Feng Nai's eyes that were about to squint were canceled due to the comfort brought by the wet towel.

He looked at the person in front of him, still without any emotion.

This guy is really not afraid of him at all.

The familiar scent of shampoo lingers between your noses.

It should be on a wet towel.

Did this guy take his towel and throw it in his face?

Forget it, the smell is hypnotic anyway.

Even at this time, Feng Nai's face was still so charming that he had no friends, not to mention his careless expression, and he was simply too lazy to pay attention to anyone.

Mo Bei brought the thermometer over.

Feng Nai ignored him.

"The national preliminaries will be held in three days." Mo Bei only said this.

Feng Nai didn't even stretch out his hand. He leaned forward and took the thermometer in his mouth. His expression was still a bit resistant. Who would get rid of this little brother Linkengkeng was his biggest concern.

Mo Bei didn't expect him to make such a move. Before he could close his fingers, he only felt something soft scratch her side.

The figure paused.

Feng Nai held the thermometer in his mouth and didn't realize what his lips had touched just now. Because he couldn't sleep anymore, he simply took the phone over and took a look at the messages on WeChat.

This is the only contact channel the assistant has that has not been blocked.

"God K, Master, do you have a fever?"

"If you have a fever, you must take medicine."

"Mo Nan said he takes care of you, is he here now?"

"God K, God K?"

Four messages in a row.

After Feng Nai paused for a moment to look at the third message, he moved his slender white fingers: 'Here'

After replying one word,

Not anymore.

The assistant couldn't figure out whether the master was talking about his presence or Mo Nan's presence?

It's rare to see Feng Nai look like this now. After no longer being venomous, his expression was much more direct, so when Mo Bei brought the medicine box over.

He spit out the thermometer and said in a hoarse voice: "No need to look at it, I don't have a fever, and I don't need to take any medicine. If you don't want to leave, just be quiet and let me sleep. If you want to leave, close the door."

Mo Bei didn't listen to him. He took the thermometer from his hand, glanced at it with his black eyes, and said with a calm face: "38 degrees 8, high fever. Captain, should I take medicine now, or should I call Mrs. Feng and ask her Come take you to the hospital."

When Feng Nai heard this, he suddenly smiled.

There was no warmth in that smile.

It's quite evil.

Even his eyes were cold.

"When did you leave my family's phone number?"

Mo Bei's voice was still uneven: "After Mrs. Feng asked me to take care of her at school, she sent me a message. The number should have been given to her by Xiao Nailin."

"I can't swallow it." Feng Nai put away his aura at this time and turned his eyes sideways with pure disgust: "Why are there such things as pills in the world?"