The eSports King’s Crush

Poke, poke him in the face?

Poke him in the face!

Mo Nan almost stopped breathing, okay?

"Then why is this expression?" Feng Nai's voice did not change, and his slender fingers, as if they had been shaved, poked the corners of the other person's lips, as casually as usual.

But this is all for Mo Nan.

It was simply a thunderbolt!

Poke in the face?

Who can educate this straight man about a boy poking another boy in the face? What kind of dirty trick is this? !

Is this still the King he knew?

The king who would never glance at anyone standing next to him.

For fear of catching some germs, King always wanted to keep a distance of more than one meter from others in school.

Poke in the face, hehehehe...

Could it be that the other party is the fake one?

And did he know whose face he was poking, the boss of No. 2 Middle School!

Mo Nan endured it with all his strength, so his face was not broken.

Even though he really wanted to wave that person's hand away.

You have to block it with a clear face.

He must match his sister's temperament.

Unexpectedly, the person standing opposite him smiled, and his voice had no warmth: "Is this little brother really not even allowed to touch his face after the date?"

What did he call him?

Little, brother, brother?

Damn it, he won’t dare to look directly at the word “little brother” again, okay?

Mo Nan continued to endure it, his face expressionless.

Also, what does he mean?

This guy often touched his sister's face before?

No, he had to hold back and not make a move.

Just when Mo Nan lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions.

Feng Nai's arm suddenly came over, and it seemed to fall on his shoulder very naturally: "Isn't it because the date ended early, are you so unhappy?"

Mo Nan froze: ...

Although his sister said that the relationship between her and the other party is not bad now.

However, Mo Nan never thought of such a good relationship?

It's not like Mo Nan has never seen this man get along with the vice president of No. 1 Middle School.

They must be brothers.

We basically eat together after school.

And it seems that the vice president of No. 1 Middle School went to the same elementary school as Feng Nai.

But he never did this to the vice president!

At most, they appear on the same screen.

Why did he end up at his sister's place... greeting her, poking her face, putting her arms around her?

Forget about hooking up with each other, after all, normal boys would do it.

What's going on with the face poke?

If he hadn't known that the other party was a straight man who was straighter than him,

he……

"What does this smell like on you?" Feng Nai asked, interrupting Mo Nan's thoughts.

Mo Nan tried his best to get used to the other person, expressionless: "Taste?"

"Yeah." Feng Nai's eyebrows twisted slightly, and he came closer, his eyes lowered: "It's different from your usual smell. It doesn't smell like lemon, it's a different smell..."

Mo Nan wanted to say, you don't know how, brother, you can't even distinguish between different flavors! ?

What to do?

smell.

Where did his sister's smell come from?

He has absolutely no idea.

However, the other party seemed to be very concerned about this kind of thing. He lowered his figure a little lower, and even his deep eyes showed a sense of scrutiny. His tall nose and dangerous face slowly looked towards him. He leaned in this direction.

Mo Nan's heartbeat was now so fast that he could be sent directly to the emergency room. Could he have been discovered like this?

I rub this really.

Mo Nan looked at that face.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know what he was thinking, but his eyes changed deeply: "What on earth are you..."

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