Chapter 1371: One thousand three hundred forty-seven to death

Chapter 1371: One Thousand And Forty-Seven
There must be no resistance to this kind of Feng Nai.
Of course, only Mo Bei could see him in this way.
She allowed him to be coquettish, stretched her hands around his waist, and said softly, "Come up when there is enough trouble, and the quilt will be warm."
Feng Nai also convinced someone and raised her eyebrows: "Bey God, you really want to be scumbled."
Mo Bei turned her eyes and wondered where her scum was?
"Is this the attitude after sleeping powder? Noisy?" Feng Nai bit his neck, only this person, he didn't want to let go,
Even if he knew that he would hurt her one day, he didn't want to let go.
Mo Bei's eyebrows twisted slightly, she was very beautiful, her skin tone was too white, and she always felt that she could emit a thin light.
That tone is normal.
"Well, reject me, just come up, I won't move you."
After hearing this sentence.
Feng Nai couldn't help it anymore, her shoulders shook a little.
"Who doesn't move who?"
The slender fingers ran across her spine and landed on a bit, making people feel numb.
"The best thing is to wait until the right time, and then get it."
Feng Nai looked at her because of her emotions, the redness at the end of her eyes, and pulled her hands back before she was occupied, and buried her face in the quilt next to her: You won't be able to live without it for three days. "
Mo Bei didn't look at his threat, instead, after seeing his actions, he felt very cute, much like howling when Satsuma had no bones to eat.
Even if his hands were cold and stale, it didn't affect anything.
Mo Bei put his hand on his head, and then followed his hair again and again.
It's probably too comfortable to feel that the entire heart is filled, and it is no longer empty and cold as before.
When Mo Bei closed her eyes, Feng Nai didn't know.
Waiting for the heat to pass, one side of the eye was the sleeping face of the man.
Even when he was sleeping, he looked lightly, rude and rude, but when he took the initiative, Qingmei was fatal.
Feng Nai stretched out her hand, spreading her hands out, there were scars inside.
This person is harder on himself than anyone.
Keeping these things is to remind yourself, but also to restrain yourself, right?
Feng Nai is the one who knows her best.
Is it painful?
Feng Nai watched as she twisted her eyebrows and hugged people into her arms.
She is dreaming.
The sound is shallow.
"Brother, can you leave?"
"We said good together."
"Sorry."
Feng Nai couldn't describe what it was like, he just wanted to hold the person in his arms tighter.
At this time, he very much hoped that his temperature could be higher.
But he has a blood clotting disorder, and his temperature will not be very high, not even warm.
Instead, the breath on her body came a little bit.
"I promised him to come back and go there with him."
When he heard the last sentence, Feng Nai's long fingers stunned.
At night, he couldn't see his face and what emotions those eyes were.
"Who promised?"
Feng Nai asked knowingly.
Mo Bei thought he had returned to the border, where it was very cold, and the snow and ice did not melt all year round, so was the temperature.
She didn't speak.
Feng Nai was in her ear and asked again: "Who did you promise?"
Mo Bei: "Little Kannai."
Thank you, Ann ~
(End of this chapter)