The eSports King’s Crush

He kissed her through the thin blanket, and said in a very low voice: "Don't always think about getting him back."

Mo Bei's slender fingers stopped.

Feng Nai noticed it quickly and said in a muffled voice: "Look at me carefully, I'm no worse than him, at least I won't pretend."

Mo Bei turned his eyes away.

Feng Nai hugged him tighter: "Eight out of ten of his words are false. You want such a scum?"

Because he was covered by the thin blanket, Mo Bei couldn't see his expression. The only thing he could feel was his body temperature.

"Whatever he looks like, it's fine." Mo Bei's voice came over, without much ripples: "Brutal, cold-blooded, pretending to be childish, with light in his eyes, thinking about getting rid of people who are not good for him and being jealous of himself, and not admitting it, I want it all."

When Feng Nai heard this, his eyes with anger slowly moved away, and even the force pressing on the thin blanket loosened.

Mo Bei could see him again.

People with beautiful eyebrows and eyes are so different even when they are at a loss.

"Tell me, which you is this kind of him?"

Mo Bei's words made Feng Nai take his hand back.

"You really need to be careful."

He wanted to leave.

Before he moved, he was pulled back again.

Mo Bei: "Don't want it anymore?"

Feng Nai smiled: "The premise is that you can stop subconsciously brainwashing me."

"Okay." Mo Bei knew that it was time to negotiate conditions: "No brainwashing, but you also promise me one thing."

Feng Nai couldn't pull his hand back, so he just let him hold it: "Do you think you give me room to refuse?"

"I really can't refuse." Mo Bei said lightly.

Feng Nai smiled even more: "You are really honest, what's the matter."

"Double row." Mo Bei looked at him: "You can't go to the base now, adjust your state."

Feng Nai frowned when he heard it.

Mo Bei noticed: "Is there a problem?"

"There is a problem." Feng Nai stood up, and this time he was really a little cold: "I am not interested in games, Miss Mo always seems to forget one thing, I am not him."

With someone holding his wrist, he couldn't walk far.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "I won't participate in your competition either."

"Do you want to renegotiate the terms?" Mo Bei took away the thin blanket: "What do you want?"

Feng Nai looked at her: "You disappear."

Mo Bei's eyes paused.

Feng Nai's voice was very flat: "You also feel that I can't do it. I will go to the game with you, but the premise is that you disappear after the game. I don't believe you."

"Okay." Mo Bei held his hand again, and his voice was a little low: "Do I make you feel insecure?"

Feng Nai turned his face away: "It's uncontrollable."

Mo Bei was stunned when he heard it, and wanted to reach out to hug him again.

There is a saying on the Internet that goes like this.

"Gentle people are usually born like this."

"After experiencing a lot of sadness, they decided to make others no longer as sad as themselves."

"This bloody thoughtfulness has cultivated gentleness."

But what started from it.

I believe that I don't need to be gentle.

For Mo Bei, it was probably meeting a person named Feng Nai.

No matter which personality he was.

He never made her feel lonely.

Moreover, she didn't think this was not him.

He always thought that she liked him standing on a high place cleanly and being gentle to others in a childish way.

In fact, even if he had blood on his hands and was full of hostility one day.

She only wanted such a person...