The eSports King’s Crush

In order to ignore the breath hitting her back shoulder.

All Mo Bei could do was look at the TV in front of him and try not to think about it.

But the presence of a certain great god is indeed very strong.

Even when you get close, you can still smell the scent of menthol tobacco that is different from your own.

It would be okay if Cat, Cat, Bear and the others were around at this time, at least they could divert their attention.

It just so happened that there were only two of them in the base.

The others probably haven't come back yet.

Mo Bei turned his face sideways to prevent Feng Nai from seeing anything.

This is probably one of the benefits of facial paralysis.

There is really no expression.

On the other hand, when Mo Bei stood like this, because of his cold and indifferent temperament and the fact that he was wearing a white T-shirt, he always had the feeling of a gangster, standing like jade.

Feng Nai also found it interesting sometimes. Linkengkeng, this brother, except when he played games looked like a modern person, at other times, he really looked like an ancient boy in white. (_

Even the smell on his body is not like other boys.

Probably because the shampoo smells so good.

When Feng Nai raises his hand to spray the spray, he will get closer.

Mo Bei moved subconsciously, and the top of his head touched the tip of his nose, making a very light contact.

From Mo Bei's perspective, he couldn't notice it at all.

But just such a contact made Feng Nai's hand pause.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes seemed to have changed a little.

Mo Bei realized his pause and wanted to turn around.

But the man held his left shoulder, and his voice was very careless: "This assistant brother, why are you moving around when you have nothing to do? You touched me."

Mo Bei heard the ridicule and returned to his original position.

Feng Nai looked at Qingjun's side face,

Then he raised his hand and sprayed a layer of medicine on the opponent's back shoulder, but said: "It doesn't seem to have lightened up, and the bruise has not turned black. Don't let me see you practicing again today."

"I haven't completed the task of upgrading the new account yet." Mo Bei's voice remained the same.

Hers is a regular training routine for every pro. x

Use the new account to match passers-by. No matter what role you play, you must lead the whole field and score points.

The purpose of dividing the game into high-end mid-level games is to train more adaptability, so that you can be able to deal with various situations that occur during the game, and be able to calmly analyze whatever happens and win with experience.

Feng Nai chuckled: "After this is done, you won't have to play tomorrow. Don't you want your hand?"

This time, Mo Bei didn't insist: "I know."

The injury was indeed more serious than she thought.

Taking a break will also help the game. x

But in Feng Nai's view, the bruise was still an eyesore.

After the medicine was sprayed this time, it was Feng Nai who pulled back the collar, not Mo Bei. But when his fingers moved upward, they touched Mo Bei's neck, paused for a moment, and then took his hand back.

When Mo Bei was touched, his thoughts paused, and he was worried that he would notice something.

That hand fell on the side of her neck again, as if he had found some interesting toy, and he poked it there with his fingertips, using a very light force, and his voice was inaudible: "Are you like this all over your body? ?”

Mo Bei felt that the distance between the two people was too close, so he turned sideways to avoid his action: "What's it like?"

"Slip." After Feng Nai said one word, he put his hand into his trouser pocket again, still looking nonchalant. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site