The eSports King’s Crush

It's true.

Why is he so different now?

He lowered his eyes slightly, and soon the color began to darken.

There was even a moment where he was going to continue to do what he wanted to do, regardless of whether it was true or not.

Because the disheveled young man he was imprisoning looked even more attractive than he looked in his dream.

Once that cold and ascetic temperament is broken, it's like being smeared with a splash of color.

This person was right under him. His legs were slender and straight. His shirt had been rolled up, and the exposed waistline was beautiful and porcelain white.

He now knew very well what it would feel like to slide his fingertips over it.

Because his hand was inside.

As long as he wanted to, he could now hold up this waist and do all the things he had done in his dreams without restraint.

But those eyes were so cold at this moment that it was difficult to get close to them.

It seems that if he doesn't stop.

They're done.

Feng Nai's eyes darkened, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, then lifted the thin quilt and stood up.

With his back to Mo Bei, people couldn't see his expression clearly, "Why is it you?"

There was still a hoarseness in that low magnetic voice that had not faded away.

Mo Bei hasn't spoken yet.

Feng Nai turned his eyes, and could still see the sexy look that was too late to be drained out: "Your face is really a bit uncomfortable."

Mo Bei frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with the captain's dream."

"Is there a problem?" Feng Nai turned around, put one hand on Mo Bei's side, and looked at that flawless face: "Brother, you really don't look like you already have a girl." Friends, at our age, isn’t it normal for us to dream about the people we like when we sleep? Or is it that Brother Nan, the boss of our second middle school, is pretending to be pure again? This is not your style."

In this regard, Mo Bei was indeed different from her brother.

Mo Bei tilted his eyes and avoided his gaze: "Then please captain, please look more clearly next time and don't confuse dreams with reality."

"If it were someone else, there would definitely be no confusion." Feng Nai said casually, "So it's because of your face. I'm going to take a shower."

Mo Bei looked at Na Rao's back and began to adjust his shirt.

As smart as she is.

He couldn't help but know that he was dreaming about her in women's clothing.

It's just that in his dream, he was treating her...

Mo Bei's slender fingers paused, and his eyes changed.

And she noticed how his was different now.

In other words, something like this happened not only once in his dream.

Mo Bei thought this, and didn't know why his tailbone felt numb, and his neck even felt a little warm.

Probably his breath still lingers on it.

Mo Bei raised his hand, touched his neck, turned his head and looked in the mirror, only to realize that there were marks almost everywhere he kissed.

Mo Bei listened to the sound of water running in the bathroom and reached out to button the last button.

Even after Feng Nai came out, the two of them had a tacit understanding and never mentioned what happened just now.

Mo Bei would avoid even the look the man cast.

It's because it makes her breathing rhythm a little different from her usual.

After all, now I only need to see that handsome face.

She would think of the wet look on his face, his deep eyes, and his fierce movements.

It's very young and sexy, but it's easy for people to fall in love with it...