"Do you know what you're doing?" When Feng Nai was talking, his body turned sideways, as if he wanted to get up.

Mo Bei didn't give him the chance. He pressed his shoulder with one hand and said, "clear."

Feng Nai breathed the breath she brought, and the eyes under the silk scarf became more and more heavy.

Mobei looked at him and said, "it will be all right soon."

When Feng Nai heard this sentence, a backhand put the man in the corner and suddenly smiled: "little sister, do you have any misunderstanding about this kind of thing?"

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and fingertips across the silk scarf on his eyes. Is there a misunderstanding? Her?

Feng Nai leaned over and a low magnetic voice was in her ear: "who told you that it will be fine soon?"

Mo Bei did not answer, but pressed his wrist, made another effort and condescended: "if you cooperate a little, the speed will be faster."

Of course, Feng Nai knew her skills and knew that it was totally unnecessary to spell one, two or three in this regard. He simply held that position, lowered his head and put his face against her neck: "how do you want me to cooperate?"

"Don't be coquettish." When Mobei saw this, he couldn't do it at all.

Feng Nai chuckled: "coquettish? Do I have any? "

That breath through talking, a little bit on the neck, always makes people feel a little irresistible.

Even if it is as cold as Mobei, it is inevitable to want to push people away a little.

He didn't allow her to step back: "don't you know how to untie the buttons of this shirt on me? Do you need help?"

Before Mo Bei could speak, he took his hand and put it on his white shirt.

"Lighter, this one is more expensive." Feng Nai smiled deeper: "just like you said, be gentle."

Mo Bei felt inexplicably that these words had been said by him and changed into other meanings.

She glanced at his unreleased hand and followed his meaning, fingertips across the pure white collar.

Halfway through the solution, he paused.

When fengnai noticed it, his voice came low: "are you satisfied with what you see?"

Mo Bei tried to ignore his influence, put the man down, kissed him down, and his side face was in the light. It was still difficult to distinguish between male and female, with snow.

Feng Nai emptied a hand and pressed her back waist: "do you want to give me a sense of security? I want more than that“

Moby stopped and looked at him.

Feng Nai stretched out his hand to remove the silk scarf tied to his eyes. His eyes were deep: "my sense of security is that I can see you within my reach."

Mobei's eyes are black.

Feng Nai pressed her whole body on his chest, then lay down and smiled gently: "my God, the game is over, you should have a rest."

Mo Bei listened to his heartbeat, again and again, powerful and clear.

"Obviously not at all. What's more, you're here to torture me." Feng Nai put his hand on one side and his voice was Sandy: "it's a foul."

Mobei wants to see him.

He didn't let her move: "don't think so. If you give you to me, you don't owe me."

"No." Mo Bei fulfilled his wish and put his face on his heart: "I just want to make you happy."

Feng Nai's hand crossed her: "you are unhappy today."

"Then you give you to me, the same." Mobei's eyes are like a winter night, cold without the slightest temperature.

Feng Nai picked up the man and whispered, "when I don't belong to you, I'm about to be formed by you."

"People are good-looking and deserve to be spoiled." Mobei let him bury his face in her neck again.

A very shallow kiss, accompanied by his smile: "then I really want to thank myself for this face."

"The character is also lovely." Mobei is serious.

Feng Nai couldn't stop laughing.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrow: "what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, what else?" Feng Nai carried someone behind his back: "where else do you like me?"

Mo Bei avoided his breath: "obedient, considerate, is the only powder."

Except for the last word, the rest didn't match him at all.

But it doesn't matter.

He was happy to pretend to be what she liked: "so this little sister can't have other little milk dogs, such as what only recognized the existence of your opponent from the beginning, and the bat watched by the Qin family."

"Flying eagle." Mo Bei thought of this and clenched his hand: "don't bully him."

Feng Nai said, "will I be so boring?"

Mo Bei looked at him.

Feng Nai lowered his voice and sounded a little astringent: "I won't move him. Don't worry, it's your heart after all."

Mo Bei was also made to sigh by his adjectives. He reached out and pinched his face: "continue?"

"What continue?" Feng Nai raised his eyebrows.

Mobei's mood was very weak: "continue what just happened."

It's always uncomfortable to be interrupted.

Feng Nai looked at her and wanted to laugh. His whole body seemed to be on fire. After all, the people in his arms were so beautiful that they broke at the palm of his hand, not to mention the ripples he would see in every dream.

Not today. She still has a wound on her hand. He knew himself too well, but once the beast was released, he would hurt her.

Especially her right hand, but also to recover.

His love is always mixed with destruction.

The old man knew very well that he would want to break them up.

For one thing, they all seem to be mistaken.

She is really what he wants to destroy most.

But he wants to continue to be spoiled by her like this.

What a pity.

If he really broke it, she wouldn't praise him as cute as she is now.

Feng Nai dropped his kiss on Mobei's ear: "you can't bear it, not to mention the game the day after tomorrow morning. You don't think you can do it once, little sister? Oh, some things are suitable for taking your time. "

Mobei wants to talk.

He didn't give her another chance.

The kiss that makes it difficult for people to maintain their thoughts comes with a slight coolness.

Comforted a lot, but also like a cat looking for warmth and flirting with its owner.

The feeling of being needed is probably like this.

As Feng Nai said, Mo Bei is too tired and needs a good sleep.

I haven't had a rest. I don't want to rest.

This state is wrong.

Feng Nai can't be aware of it. Now he is in his arms and there are traces in the palm of his hand. After falling asleep, his eyelashes are down. It's quiet and cold. Where did he look like he was going to do it just now.

Fengnai did nothing, just looked at her, diluted some boiling with cold water and came back.

The phone screen lights up.

It's the doctor's daily question: "how are you today?"

Feng Nai's fingertips moved: "do you want her to be my drug guide?"

The doctor stopped there. He didn't expect to be seen through so quickly.

Fengnai didn't care what his reply was. He sent the voice very quietly: "don't give her these things again. She's tired enough."

The doctor was a little surprised: "do you think it will make her tired?"

"Oh." Feng Nai gently hooked the corner of his mouth: "doctor, you'd better not be too curious about her. I'll cooperate. Similarly, don't always do anything with the old man."

The doctor coughed: "it's all for treatment. You know paranoia best. The more you like it, the more you can't tolerate it. She doesn't conform to your imagination. Once there is a deviation, you will..."

"What will happen to me?" Fengnai's voice is very slow.

The doctor suddenly felt a little cold in the back of the spine.

Fengnai went to the balcony and the lighter in his hand was suddenly bright and dark: "you can try. Soon, she will deviate from what I imagined."

The doctor's nerves are tense.

"I also want to know how I will feel at that time." Feng Nai's eyes were pale: "before that, I just want to do well the existence in her eyes, so you have less action."

The doctor whispered, "you're pretending."

"Oh? Camouflage? " Feng Nai smiled softly: "probably."

Language fell, he cut off the voice, turned back to the bed, stretched out his hand to pull her hair away, and even before his eyes had time to converge, he broke into her clear eyes.

"Did you go outside?" Mobei touched his hand.

Feng Nai raised a smile: "smoke."

Mo Bei took a look at his mobile phone screen, which was not dark yet, and held his hand. "If you want to say something I don't want to hear in the future, go to the bathroom. You're easy to catch a cold. Don't go to the balcony to blow."

When Feng Nai heard this sentence, he paused and put his head on her shoulder: "it's really cold and needs to be kissed."