Mo Bei, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what was going on.

The black hair hit the pillow, and the light came down, making the face more and more visible, porcelain white as snow,

The concave place at the collarbone resembles the wings of a butterfly.

The side face is cold and cold, but it is rare to be well-behaved.

It's all his.

Feng Nai, who had finished taking a cold shower, was standing beside Mo Bei, his black hair had not yet dried, and even his thoughts were full of possessiveness.

He was holding a towel, his deep eyes were slightly lowered, and he landed a kiss on Mo Bei's forehead, he was really happy, and he didn't stop laughing.

Then, as if he remembered something.

With his slender fingers, he hooked the strip of white cloth on the side and dried it with a hair dryer.

When his gaze fell on her, there was still a slight glow at the end of his eyes.

When the fingertips ran over the softness again.

Feng Nai paused, and with calm eyes, he wrapped the strip of cloth around her white jade-like back, wrapping it back little by little, making it return to its original state.

That handsome face has obvious forbearance.

Even the breath is hot.

Not to mention the fingers, which are even hotter.

I probably noticed the temperature.

Mo Bei's eyebrows couldn't help but twist.

Seeing this, Feng Nai left with his fingers.

By the time she fell into a deep sleep again.

before he began to move on to the next action.

It's a bit difficult to get the shirt completely dry.

However, if the shirt really has no wrinkles at all, it is too fake.

Feng Nai carefully sorted out the clothes on Mo Bei's body and restored them to their original places one by one.

Wait until he's at his best of all this.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning.

The corners of Feng Nai's mouth hooked, as if he didn't feel tired at all, and leaned on Mo Bei's ear in a low voice: "I'm waiting for you to wake up tomorrow..."

The night outside is fading.

Except for Fennai, no one knows what's going on.

A cat and a bear with a little guilt in their hearts.

Even in his dreams, he wondered how he was going to ask his brother tomorrow.

Young Master Jin was unconscious holding a wine bottle.

Anyway, his brother Nai has come straight back, so there is nothing for him to worry about, and it can't be more pleasant.

Outside the window, the street lights went out one by one.

The soft morning light entered the room through the veils.

The sun shone on the handsome face, which had always been clear and cold, as if a layer of gold was inlaid for the young man.

In order to avoid this dazzling mang, Mo Bei, who was lying there, directly raised his hand, and his arm was horizontal, blocking his eyes.

Almost the moment she raised her hand, Mo Bei's whole person was a little sober.

She slammed to her feet and sat up, her first instinct was to look down at her blouse.

The shirt was crumpled and a button was unbuttoned, revealing her collarbone.

Mo Bei barely hesitated, reached out and fastened the buttons, his head still a little dizzy.

She's sorting through yesterday's footage.

But my thoughts were very confused.

The only impression is that someone came to a certain god to ask for > Next, she felt thirsty and drank a lot of juice.

Fruit juice?

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, pinched his eyebrows with white fingers.

It should be something wrong with the juice.

Is there a degree?

What made Mo Bei care was that apart from these, she didn't remember anything, not even the slightest impression.

What will she do when she is drunk.

She didn't know that.

Mo Bei shook his head, wanting to make himself more sober.

Calm as she is, she quickly discovers a problem.

It didn't seem to be the room she was in.

It was as if to confirm her thoughts.

A low-magnetic voice that had just woken up sounded in her ears......