In order to ignore the breath that hit her on the back shoulder.

What Mo Bei can do is to look at the TV in front of him and try not to think about it.

But the presence of a certain god is indeed very strong.

Even when you get close, you can smell the mint tobacco aroma that is different from your own.

If the cats and bears are okay at this time, at least they can divert their attention.

It's just the two of them in the base.

The others probably haven't come back yet.

Mo Bei turned his face sideways, in order not to let Feng Nai see anything.

This is probably one of the benefits of facial paralysis.

It's true that there is no expression.

But when Mo Bei was standing like this, because of his cold and indifferent temperament, coupled with the fact that he was wearing a white T-shirt, there was always a feeling of being a bandit son, standing like jade.

Feng Nai sometimes thinks it's interesting, the little brother of Linkengkeng, except for playing games, looks like a modern person, and other times, he does look like a young man in white in ancient times.

Even the smell on his body is not like that of other boys.

Probably the reason why the shampoo smells so good.

When Feng Nai raises his hand to spray the medicine, it will be closer.

Mo Bei subconsciously moved, and the top of his head touched the tip of his nose, a very light touch.

From Mo Bei's point of view, he can't detect it at all.

But this kind of contact made Feng Nai's hand pause.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes seemed to have changed a little.

Mo Bei realized his pause and wanted to turn back.

But the man held down his left shoulder, and his voice was very careless: "This assistant little brother, what are you doing if you have nothing to do?" Ran into me. ”

Mo Bei heard the sneer and returned to his original position.

Feng Nai looked at the clear side face, and then began to raise his hand, and sprayed a layer of medicine on the other party's back shoulder, just: "It doesn't seem to have eased, the bruise has not turned black, don't let me see you make up for the exercises today." ”

"I haven't done the task of upgrading the new number yet." Mo Bei's voice is still the same.

She was talking about the regular training of every professional player.

Use the new number to match passers-by, no matter what role you play, you have to take the whole field, and then score points.

Divided into high-end, mid-range and low-end games, it is to train more adaptability, so that it can be enough to deal with various situations that occur during the game, and what happens, can be calmly analyzed, and win with experience.

Feng Nai sighed: "When it's done, you won't have to play tomorrow, don't you want your hands?" ”

This time, Mo Bei didn't insist: "Got it." ”

The injuries were indeed worse than she thought.

A day off also helps with the game.

But in Feng Nai's opinion, the bruise was still very eye-catching.

After the medicine was sprayed this time, it was not Mo Bei's collar that was pulled, it was Feng Nai who pulled it back, but when his fingers were up, he touched Mo Bei's neck, stopped slightly, and then took his hand back.

When Mo Bei was touched, his thoughts also paused, and he was worried that he would notice something.

The man's hand fell on the side of her neck again, as if he had found some fun toy, and his fingertips poked there, very lightly, and his voice couldn't hear anything: "Are you like this all over your body?" ”

Mo Bei only felt that the two of them were too close, and turned sideways to avoid his action: "What's it?" ”

"Slippery." After Feng Nai said a word, he copied his hand into his trouser pocket again, still looking careless.