He kissed her through the thin quilt, and said in a low voice: "Don't always think about letting him come back." ”

Mo Bei's slender fingers stopped.

Feng Nai quickly noticed it, and said in a muffled voice: "You take a good look at me, I'm not worse than him, at least I won't pretend." ”

Mo Bei turned his eyes.

Feng Nai hugged the person a little tighter: "What he said, eight out of ten sentences are false, such a scumbag, you want it too?" ”

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

"He can look like anything." Mo Bei's voice came, and there was not much of a wave: "Cruel, cold-blooded, pretending to be milky, keeping light under his eyes, thinking about getting rid of the people who are not good for him and eating his own jealousy, and not admitting it, I want it." ”

Hearing this, Feng Nai slowly moved away with angry eyes, and even loosened the strength of the thin quilt.

Only then can Mo Bei see him again.

People with good-looking eyebrows and eyes are so different even when they are dazed.

"You say, who are you like this?"

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

"It's really something to watch out for."

He wanted to go.

Before he could move, he was dragged back again.

Mo Bei: "Don't want it?" ”

Feng Nai smiled: "The premise is that you don't subconsciously brainwash me." ”

"Yes." Mo Bei knew that he was going to talk about the conditions at this time: "Don't brainwash, but you also promise me one thing." ”

Feng Nai couldn't pull his hand back, so he simply let him hold it: "Are you like this, do you seem to give me room to refuse?" ”

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

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

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

When Feng Nai heard this, his eyebrows twisted.

Mo Bei noticed: "Something? ”

"There's a problem." Feng Nai stood up, this time it was really a little cold: "I'm not interested in games, Miss Mo always seems to forget a little, I'm not him." ”

Being held by the wrist, it can't go far.

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

"Is that to renegotiate conditions?" Mo Bei took the thin quilt away: "What do you want?" ”

Feng Nai looked at her, "You disappear." ”

Mo Bei's eyes stopped.

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

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

Feng Nai opened his face sideways: "It's uncontrollable." ”

When Mo Bei heard this, he was stunned, and he wanted to reach out to hug someone.

There's a saying on the internet that says so.

"Gentle people are usually born like this."

"After going through a lot of sadness, they decided to make it so sad that other people don't have to be as sad as they are."

"This bloody thoughtfulness has refined gentleness."

But where to start?

I believe I don't need to be gentle.

For Mo Bei, he probably met a person named Feng Nai.

No matter which personality he is.

None of them made her feel lonely.

What's more, she didn't feel like it wasn't him.

He always thought that she liked the way he stood on a high place and was full of milk and gentle.

In fact, even if he has one day, his hands are full of blood and he is full of anger.

She only wants such a person...