The eSports King’s Crush

Caipi Novel

This was the first time Mo Bei met someone who didn't want to drink weird medicine.

Probably because he has a handsome face, even if he says this, he won't be annoying.

On the contrary, there are some indescribable contrasts.

After all, I can't swallow this excuse. After the age of eighteen, few people will say it.

Mo Bei walked away and reappeared this time with an extra bottle of mineral water: "Two bottles of mineral water. It shouldn't be difficult for the captain to give you pills."

Feng Nai's eyes were slightly lazy: "I know."

I got it, but I had no intention of taking medicine. I just leaned there leaning there with a towel on my forehead. Because of the illness, my face, which was already pale, looked a little unattractive at this time. Real person.

Mo Bei looked at him and wanted to get a mint candy to eat.

His left hand blocked his movements again, his eyes were very pale, and his voice was cold: "My throat is uncomfortable, and eating sweets will make it worse."

"Assistant brother." Feng Nai leaned forward suddenly, and the breath he exhaled was still hot: "You are particularly..."

Mo Bei didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted him emotionlessly: "Do you want me to call Mrs. Feng?"

Feng Nai glanced at the young man, his eyes slightly cold.

Then, he pressed forward, and the faint smell of tobacco entered his nose.

Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do. He just watched him tilt slightly to her right side, grabbed her wrist, and put the pills in her hand into her mouth.

Mo Bei didn't expect him to make such a move.

My wrist felt a little hot, as if a feather had fallen down.

Mo Bei's back paused. It seemed that the fever was really serious.

The person taking the medicine was very nonchalant, with a "don't bother me from now on" attitude.

Mo Bei saw that he still felt very uncomfortable after drinking most of the bottle of mineral water. He took out his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking at.

Feng Nai closed his eyes again. He could hear the sounds around him, his throat was burning, and even his breathing was burning.

This made him very impatient for no reason.

But the man should be quiet now.

It was indeed quiet.

It's like leaving the room.

For nearly twenty minutes, Feng Nai didn't hear any noise next to him.

However, Mo Bei didn't leave. He scrolled through the answers on the Internet and took out the snow pears from the refrigerator.

Wash, peel and cut into pieces, put into a pot of water...

When Feng Nai opened his eyes again, the mineral water on his hand was gone, and there was a bowl of something unknown.

Feng Nai looked away from his sleepy eyes, picked it up and took a tentative sip.

The originally tasteless tip of the tongue was washed away by a touch of sweetness.

Is it pear soup?

After tasting the taste, Feng Nai raised his hand and drank all the water in the bowl.

This was what Mo Bei saw when he walked in. There was not much trouble on his face.

Feng Nai knew that there would be no such thing in the base. The only one who could have such cooking skills was Linkengkeng, a little brother who was not afraid of death.

God K is now thinking about how he should casually ask for a second bowl of pear soup from the person who made him proud.

As he thought about it, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Tsk, why is he as useless as that guy in Linkengkeng?

Just a bowl of pear soup.

It’s not like I haven’t drank before.

Just when Feng Nai wanted to laugh at himself, he was caught off guard. The man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on his forehead...