Chapter 732: 740th Mo Bei wakes up

Chapter 732: Seventy Forty Mo Bei Woke Up
Mo Bei, lying in bed, didn't know what happened.
The black hair hit the pillow, and the light hit it, and the face became more and more white, as white as snow,
The depression in the collarbone is like the wings of a butterfly.
Fang Yanqing is cold and cold, but it is a rare goodness.
These are his.
Feng Nai, who had taken a cold shower, stood beside Mo Bei's side, her black hair was not dry, and her ideas were full of possessiveness.
He was wearing a towel, his deep eyes were low, and he dropped the kiss on Mo Bei's forehead. He was really happy, and his smile never stopped.
Then he seemed to remember something.
Slender fingers, hooked up the white cloth strip, and then blow dried with a hair dryer.
When the eyes fell on her, there was still a slight awn at the end of her eyes.
When your fingertips swipe over the softness again.
Feng Nai paused, her eyes rolled around her white jade-like back with a calm eye, and entangled it a little bit to restore it.
That handsome face had obvious forbearance.
Even the breath is hot.
Not to mention the fingers, the heat is unabated.
I probably noticed this temperature.
Mo Bei's eyebrows twisted.
Feng Nai saw this, fingers moved away.
Wait until she goes into deep sleep again.
Only then proceeded to the next action.
It is really difficult to make the shirt completely dry.
However, if the shirt is really not wrinkled, it is too fake.
Feng Nai carefully sorted out and restored Mo Bei's clothes to their original positions.
Wait until he's best at it all.
It's already over three in the morning.
Feng Nai's mouth tickled, as if she didn't feel tired at all, leaned against Mo Bei's ear in a low voice: "I wait for you to wake up tomorrow ..."
The night outside was fading.
No one but Feng Nai knows what happened.
There is a little guilt in my heart.
Even dreaming how to ask his brother tomorrow.
Master Jin is unconscious about holding a wine bottle.
Anyway, his Nai Ge has returned, and there is nothing to worry about him, it can't be more pleasant.
Outside the window, the street lights went out.
The soft morning light penetrated into the room through the screen.
The sun was shining on the face of Jun, who had always been sober and cold, like inlaying a layer of gold for the teenager.
Lying there, Mo Bei raised his hand directly to avoid the dazzling awn, with his arms crossed, blocking his eyes.
It was almost as soon as she raised her hand that Mo Bei was awake.
She got up sharply and sat up. The first reaction was to look down at her coat.
The shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned to reveal her collarbone.
Mo Bei hardly hesitated, reaching out to fasten the button, and his head was still a little dizzy.
She is sorting out yesterday's picture.
But his thoughts were chaotic.
The only impression stayed in the scene where someone came to find a great to WeChat.
Next, she felt thirsty and drank a lot of juice.
fruit juice?
Mo Bei lowered his eyes and white fingers, pinching his brows.
There must be something wrong with the juice.
Is there a degree?
What makes Mo Bei care is that apart from these, she doesn't remember anything, not even a little impression.
She is drunk and will do anything.
She didn't know that.
Mo Bei shook his head, trying to make himself more awake.
Calm like her, and soon discovered a problem.
This doesn't seem to be the room where she lives.
As if confirming her idea.
With a low magnetic voice just waking up, it rang from her ears ...
(End of this chapter)