The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei stood up, holding the back of her waist. There was a dark ring under her eyes, while her face was still pale. There was not even a hint of blood on her cheeks.

Although the bedroom wasn't far from the living room, Mo Bei's lower abdomen would throb in pain if she were to walk now. The dropping feeling she had also became increasingly distinct. She rested her back against the wall and her handsome face turned slightly as she asked with pale lips, "Who is it?"

"Little Brother, it's me, it's me!" Little Lin turned to speak to Feng Nai after hearing the stir inside. "Brother, be gentler when you knock on the door."

His brother was just a step away from kicking down the door. It was totally adorable!

At any other time, Mo Bei definitely would've loved to hear that childish voice.

However, now… Mo Bei's fingers froze when she heard it and her pupils started shaking.. Her blacks locks fell in front of her, following her movements as she looked to the side to cover her expression. Her brows furrowed when she heard the sound outside.

That person… Why would he come to her place at this time?

Mo Bei looked down, half-bent, and placed the pillow on the sofa.

She had to look less obvious.

The main problem was the stuff in the bathroom.

The trash…

When Mo Bei recalled the contents of the black plastic bag, the look in her eyes changed.

Suddenly, a languid voice spoke leisurely outside. "Since you're home, why aren't you opening the door?"

"I was sleeping." Mo Bei's eyes darkened, while her voice was still aloof. She was still in pain, so she tightened the waistband around her lower belly. The stuff in the bathroom couldn't be dealt with, so she could only rely on her spontaneous response. As she thought about this, she reached out with a hand and opened the door.

The youth and the child came into sight with equally handsome looks.

Little Lin was hugging something in his arms. As he was short, he looked like he was having a hard time. Both his cheeks were flushed and looked as delicate as carved jade.

However, their Captain hadn't even changed out of his uniform. He stood there with both hands in his pockets, his long leg blocking Little Lin. His aura was striking and wicked.

"Why are you guys here?" Mo Bei didn't let herself show much emotion as she reached out a hand and pressed it on Little Lin's head.

Little Lin looked up, his eyes really big. "We were worried about you, Little Brother. Didn't you say you weren't feeling well? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. Just a relapse." Mo Bei did not assign definite symptoms to her condition, but even her back straightened up intentionally. Actually, she wasn't feeling good at all.

Feng Nai's eyes only swept past the other person's pale lips and finally stopped on his forehead, which was covered in sweat. Then, he reached out an arm and lifted Little Lin.

Little Lin kicked his legs twice. "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Don't you see that your Little Brother looks like he's critically ill? Make way and let him go back and lie down." Feng Nai's tone was still really nonchalant.

He stepped through the door, a step ahead of Mo Bei.

Mo Bei stopped beside the door. Her face was coldly handsome, but because there was no color on it, she appeared to be aloof.

Unexpectedly, the other person seemed to recall something. He lifted his hand, his palm resting against her forehead. The slightly cool touch made Mo Bei's long legs falter.

However, Feng Nai lifted his brow. A mask still covered his face as his light-colored eyes looked at Mo Bei, as if this action of his was something that couldn't be more common.

Mo Bei thought expressionlessly that the interactions between boys were sometimes even more intimate than those between girls…