"Seduction?" Mo Bei turned his face away and avoided his breath: "Captain, you think too much." ”

"Really?" Feng Nai approached, with bewitchment: "Where am I not worthy of your seduction?"

Mo Bei looked at him, couldn't help but move, pinched his face, and got drunk, sure enough, the idol burden and narcissistic physique can come out.

Feng Naihu's lips hooked: "Am I good-looking?" ”

This kind of language logic made Mo Bei feel that he was drunk.

"Hmm." Mo Bei's voice was very weak, and he wanted to push people away.

But the next second.

Mo Bei suddenly paused.

Because of the suddenly low black shadow in front of him and the heat on his lips.

Her fingers stopped for a moment.

The response is not slow.

But he was quicker than she was, and pressed her wrist against the wooden door.

The long legs came closer, as if they had pinned her to a position.

The faint smell of wine was all poured in, mixed with mint sandalwood, different from before, through the light rubbing of the paper.

It's a real kiss, and he just pressed her like that, probing the tip of his tongue, hooking her, crazy to conquer the city.

At this time, no one will still have thoughts.

Mo Bei's mind was only left with snowflakes in the sky.

I can't even breathe, as if there is some lack of oxygen.

The only thing I could feel was the place he was pressing, it was very hot.

Not to mention the temperature on his body, that tall and straight body is so hot that it can almost incinerate people.

More and more numbness spreads from the tip of the tongue to the whole body.

Mo Bei had never had such an experience.

The whole room, I don't know if it's the loud sound of clothes rubbing.

is still Feng Nai, who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and his heartbeat was a little louder.

The softness and sweetness he came into contact with would almost make him lose all reason.

So much so that those eyes are all black, and after tasting the result once, I will not be satisfied, but want more...

Mo Bei didn't know what expression to make

Every nerve end feels as if it has been burned.

It came fast and turbulent.

The hand on his waist has penetrated into his shirt, wandering freely, and every inch can carry crisp numbness.

Mo Bei trembled slightly.

Black eyelashes move slightly.

A forceful, one-handed hand holding Feng Nai's hand.

Using his fighting skills, he reflexively pressed him against the wooden door.

Bang bang!

Mo Bei's breathing was a little chaotic.

Even the eyes can't adjust to the darkness around them.

The breath is also mixed.

The disheveled Mo Bei looks a kind of contradictory handsomeness.

Both abstinent and seductive.

"You've mistaken someone." Her voice was low.

But that trick just now.

But the vibration was a bit big.

Everyone else downstairs heard it.

There was a lot of talking.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"I think the captain is back."

"Voices coming from the captain's room?"

"Nothing is going to happen, is it?"

"Sounds like a fight."

The people at the base were all in a daze and began to walk upstairs.

Mo Bei heard the sound, his eyes narrowed, and with a tug of his left hand, he pushed the person to the bed.

Feng Nai is also soft and no different from a drunk person.

Mo Bei only glanced back, and then opened the door.

Standing outside are cats and bears.

The cat and bear were still rubbing their eyes: "Brother? How did you get out of the captain's room? ”

These words, combined with Mo Bei's current state of clothes, really make people a little cranky.

Especially the cold past, who had already sensed Feng Nai's thoughts, directly focused on the room behind Mo Bei.

It's unbearable, so shot?