The eSports King’s Crush

Probably too young.

Always wanting a response.

I feel like what I paid for was a scam.

At least you can be friends then.

At that time, Feng Nai was not without melancholy.

But soon, he turned pro.

There's no time to think about the minutiae.

What's more, how could he be attracted to a boy.

Or a virtual person across the Internet.

After all, there were many people who cheated money by playing transvestite accounts in the game at that time.

Feng Nai simply felt that he didn't expect that the other party would dare to lie to him.

That's the mood.

Feisty and competitive.

Only later, when logging in to the account, would I subconsciously check to see if the good disciple's profile picture was lit.

Didn't like it much.

I just feel like I'm missing a soulmate who makes me feel interesting.

According to the situation at that time.

There is no Yunshen yet.

He can bend him without any worries.

Now, it seems that everything is too late.

The commercial vehicle was parked in the community.

Feng Nai did not let Manager Li follow.

He didn't ignore his own hands either.

After sterilizing and bandaging, and putting on a white bandage in the clinic, I walked downstairs, still wearing the turtleneck sweater. This time I didn't forget to put on the mask, only one eye was exposed.

He stood tall and straight, with his back straight.

People coming and going were looking at him.

Nine p.m.

This point happened to be the time when the aunts and uncles came back from the square dance.

Further back, there will be no one.

It's autumn after all.

The nights in the north have begun to get colder.

Feng Nai didn't go up, he just looked at the lights that came on in the building.

He was waiting, waiting for someone who might not stay overnight.

After Feng Nai stood for a while, he saw the white cat he had seen here before.

The white cat jumped out of the haystack, and after seeing him, it "meowed" at him.

Feng Nai half-bent down and stretched out his hand.

The white cat must have been hungry, so he barked again.

Feng Nai's voice was low, even with a hint of gravel: "The little brother who knows how to cook is not here. If you are hungry, you can go find him."

"Meow?" The white cat tilted its head.

Feng Nai's mood didn't change much: "Forget it, you don't have to go up. He probably doesn't have much time to feed you, this stupid cat."

"Meow, meow." The white cat's claws grabbed his trousers.

Feng Nai looked sideways and leaned against the tree trunk. His exposed eyes were very dark: "It's useless to call me. I'm not his boyfriend."

The white cat tugged at him again.

This time the claws were a little sharper.

Feng Nai was caught off guard and scratched his ankle, and a red mark appeared.

He didn't care.

Compared to the dull pain in the chest, the rest is basically negligible.

Manager Li watched from a distance and did not dare to approach.

He didn't even know what his young master was waiting for standing here.

But the young master had warned him not to contact Mo Nan.

Otherwise, he can call people down with just one phone call.

Seeing that it was getting darker and darker, the young master had no intention of leaving.

At the beginning, there was a stray cat.

Later, I probably found out that the young master had nothing to eat and even the cat left.

The light stretched Feng Nai's figure very long.

Just a shadow.

Corresponding to the brightly lit room upstairs.

Always seems a little out of place.

Inside the apartment.

This was the fifth time Mo Bei looked at his phone.

Yun Shen smiled and asked, "What? Is something wrong?"