The eSports King’s Crush

Unprepared, he turned his eyes away.

Feng Nai's gaze stopped where he was.

His heart trembled slightly, and even everyone paused.

The scenery outside the car window is receding.

The sunshine has no intention of fading.

Feng Nai raised his hand, put his arm on his forehead, and suppressed his black hair.

Just leaning back, a faint smile could be seen between the thin lips.

It's the kind of self-deprecating, sweet, uncontrollable, slightly upward arc.

The assistant looked confused.

What's wrong with God K?

Mo Bei didn't notice it. He just listened to the music in his headphones, took the water and took a sip.

Turning sideways and seeing Feng Nai's look, he asked, "What?"

"Thirsty." Feng Nai put down his hand and looked over.

There was only one bottle of water, and Mo Bei was thinking about asking the flight attendant to come over and buy another bottle.

The man had already supported the small chopping board in front of him with one hand, leaned his head over, and then lowered his eyes in this posture, and his thin lips touched the mouth of the bottle.

Very ordinary water.

But because I was touched by someone before.

Inexplicably, it tastes delicious.

Mo Bei paused for a moment and looked at the face drowned in the light.

Should she remind him that she had just drank from this bottle of water?

Probably aware of what she was thinking.

The man turned his face sideways and looked at her. When he smiled, his black hair fell down, he was full of evil and temptation.

"It seems to be working on my mysophobia."

Mo Bei said "hmm", and then said again: "Captain."

"What?" Feng Nai's eyes looked even deeper.

Mo Bei said lightly: "Can I touch your face?"

Feng Nai: ...what?

"Gang, you are like a cat, drinking water secretly." Mo Bei simply put his hand over without waiting for his consent this time, first touching the bridge of his nose, then his cheek, and slowly moving his beautiful and slender fingers downwards.

Feng Nai paused, only to feel the slight chill, like a feather brushing against him, which made his throat feel a little itchy.

The strange feeling in his heart made him reach out and grasp the other person's wrist, but after he stopped, he felt faintly dissatisfied.

But if he continues, the fragments of dreams in his mind will become clearer and clearer.

It was clear that even the ups and downs of his breathing had changed.

Somewhat faintly hot.

Snapped!

Feng Nai turned his head and moved his Adam's apple, seemingly carelessly, but his voice was lower than usual: "Don't make trouble."

Mo Bei looked at his hands that were thrown away.

The assistant whispered from the side: "Brother Nan, don't worry, God K is like this, he doesn't like to have his face touched."

"Yes, I know." Mo Bei's voice was slow and his face was clear: "It seems that it is still not cured."

Assistant: ...what to treat?

Mo Bei lowered his eyes coldly and gave Feng Nai a wet wipe to wipe his face if he felt dirty.

Feng Nai took it and said nothing. His heart was so hot that even his throat was a little dry.

I wonder if this little brother knows what he was doing just now?

Mo Bei looked at the man's increasingly unpredictable handsome face: "I'll touch him next time, so let me know in advance."

"Don't use the word touch." Feng Nai raised his eyes and looked at the man's Qingjun face. After a while, he simply pressed the man's head on his shoulders: "Listen to the song, you still. Never again He’s straighter than you.”

Mo Bei said "Yeah": "That's what they all said."

"Proud?" Feng Nai's ridicule was so obvious.

Mo Bei's voice was still light: "No, it's the truth."

Feng Nai:......

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