Chapter 495: Four hundred and ninety-four

Unable to look away.

Feng Nai even stopped looking.

The heart trembled and everyone followed.

The scenery outside the car window is going backwards.

The sun doesn't mean a little fading.

Feng Nai raised his hand and put his arm on his forehead, suppressing his black forehead.

Just lean back, and you can see a smile between thin lips.

It's the kind of self-deprecating, sweet, uncontrollable, slightly arc.

The look of the assistant looking up there.

K God what happened?

Mo Bei didn't notice, he just listened to the music in the headphones, took the water, and took a sip.

When I turned over and saw Feng Nai's look, I asked: "How?"

"Thirst." Feng Nai put her hand down and her eyes fell.

There was only one bottle of water. Mo Bei was thinking of calling the flight attendant to buy another bottle.

The man was already holding the small chopping board in front of him with one hand, leaning his head over it, and then lowering his eyes in that position, his thin lips touched the mouth of the bottle.

Very ordinary water.

Because it was touched by someone before.

Somehow it feels a bit delicious.

Mo Bei paused and looked at the face drowned in the light.

Would you like to remind him that she just drank this bottle of water.

Probably noticed what she was thinking.

The man turned his face and looked at her so much. When he laughed, his black hair fell down, full of wickedness, full of temptation.

"It seems to be working, it's cleansing for me."

Mo Bei said "um", and then said again: "Captain."

"What?" Feng Nai's eyes looked deeper.

Mo Bei said lightly: "Can I touch your face?"

Feng Nai: ... Why, what?

"Just, you're like a cat, stealing water." Mo Bei didn't even wait for his consent this time, and put his hands over it, first touching the bridge of his nose, then his cheeks, and his slender fingers, slowly moving down.

Feng Nai was in a stature, only to feel that it was slightly cold, like a feather sweep, and his throat was a little itchy.

The strangeness in his heart made him reach out and pinch the opponent's wrist, but after stopping, he felt dissatisfied.

If he could continue, he would make the fragments of his dreams clearer and clearer.

Clearly, he even changed his breathing.

Some faintly hot.

Snapped!

Feng Nai tilted his head and moved the knot in his throat. It seemed a little careless, but his voice was lower than usual: "Don't make trouble."

Mo Bei looked at his hand that was thrown away.

The assistant whispered, "Nan brother, don't care. God is like this. He doesn't like being touched."

"Well, I know." Mo Bei's voice was slow, his face cleared: "It still doesn't heal."

Assistant: What do you cure?

Mo Bei cleared his eyes coldly and took a wet wipe to Feng Nai, which meant rubbing his face if he was too dirty.

Feng Nai took it over and didn't speak. Her heart was so hot that she even had a dry throat.

Little brother Linkengkeng, do you know what you were doing just now?

Mo Bei looked at the man's increasingly unpredictable handsome face: "I'll touch it next time, and say it in advance."

"Don't touch the word." Feng Nai lifted his eyes and looked at the clear face of the man. After half a ring, he simply pressed his head to his shoulder: "Listen to the song, you still. No People are straighter than you. "

Mo Bei said "um", "They all say so."

"Proud?" Feng Nai's ridicule was so obvious.

Mo Bei's voice was still light: "No, fact."

Feng Nai: ...

(End of this chapter)