The eSports King’s Crush

Feng Nai did not move, as he wasn't bothered. "What does this have to do with you wanting to drag me to the bathroom? Trouble Lin?"

Little Lin watched his brother's totally unconcerned manner. Gritting his teeth, he stood on his tiptoes and whispered something by his brother's ear.

Suddenly, Feng Nai's eyes grew darker and darker, until the vegetable in his hand dropped onto the chopping board. He did not pay any attention to it. He just turned his eyes over, maintaining his earlier posture without budging an inch. "Blood?"

"Mmm!" Little Lin nodded strongly and said in an anxiety-ridden tone, "Is Little Brother terribly ill? Maybe he wouldn't tell us for fear of making us worry. People with severe illnesses in TV dramas all vomit blood."

Feng Nai did not listen carefully to what his brother was saying, as his thoughts were whirling slightly.

Bathroom? Blood?

Feng Nai's fingers paused again and his back stiffened.

Little Lin still had his head cocked to the side, puzzled about what was suddenly up with his brother. He continued to review the patient reactions he had seen in TV dramas when people came down with terminal illnesses.

He grew sadder the more he thought about it, fearing that this was the case for his Little Brother.

However, Feng Nai only told his younger brother one sentence when his gaze landed on him. "Watch less period dramas in the future."

Vomit blood?

Trust Trouble Lin to come up with that.

However… Feng Nai's eyes dimmed. He decisively put the food in his hands down and strode with wide steps to the bathroom.

Upon seeing some of the tissues on the ground, his light-colored eyes froze.

Then, without the least bit of hesitation, he turned and strode into the bedroom. His gaze landed with perplexed emotions on the person on the bed.

Mo Bei had barely managed to fall into a light sleep.

When her lower abdomen was in the greatest pain, it was totally unbearable. Her entire body suffered by feeling alternately hot and cold.

Sleep, to an extent, could lessen the pain.

However, her handsome face was still pale. There was not even a hint of color on it.

Black locks splayed out on the pillow as moonlight shone in through the windows, sprinkling on those cold features.

The shirt was collared and pure white.

Mo Bei lay there just like an icy prince.

Feng Nai moved his gaze upwards, stopping at Mo Bei's chest.

The hand that had initially wanted to switch on the light gradually changed direction and then started to drop down.

Slender fingers first undid the first button on the white shirt.

His eyes darkened as he was about to move to the second one.

A click was suddenly heard.

The door outside seemed to have opened.

When Mo Bei heard the stir, she opened her eyes and her line of sight met that wicked, handsome face.

Little Lin also happened to run over at the same time. "Brother, what are you doing?"

Feng Nai did not speak, but his fingers had no intention of moving away.

Mo Bei's hand fisted by her side slowly, planning to screen off the other person's hands.

Then, the clicking sound of high heels came closer from a distance.

With a clack, the bedroom door was pushed aside by someone.

It was Yun Shen. She was still in a porcelain cheongsam for filming, and a shawl was wrapped around her. Her sunglasses were held in a hand along with a pair of keys.

When her eyes looked over, her fingers faltered.

What was going on?

Why did Bey look so terrible?

And Feng Nai… His hands… Where was he putting them?

Mo Bei endured the dull pain in her abdomen and did not speak. She only lifted her eyes to look at Yun Shen. Her eyes were darker than usual and the meaning in them was very clear. She needed her to work with her to put on a show.