The eSports King’s Crush

Little Lin wanted to ask, "Didn't you already cook porridge for Little Brother?" Besides, didn't they agree that they were here today to take care of Little Brother? They were leaving just like that?

However, after taking another glance at Yun Shen, who was sitting beside his Little Brother, he essentially gave up on getting his brother to fight for attention.

When the sister before his eyes looked at him, she smiled. However, when she looked at his Little Brother, the worry in her eyes wasn't concealed at all.

If this wasn't true love, she definitely wouldn't be behaving like this.

Moreover, Little Brother seemed to dote on this sister a lot too.

When the two of them sat together, they appeared to be a really good match.

Little Lin knew that it was time to return his Little Brother to his girlfriend.

Hence, regardless of how unwilling he was to leave, after hearing his brother's words, he still very politely waved at Little Brother..

Mo Bei did not keep them this time, as it was really not a good time.

Feng Nai still looked indifferent. With a hand in his pocket, he tossed the bag of medicine at Yun Shen. "There are instructions inside."

Five words. Nothing more, nothing less.

Meanwhile, Little Lin was bidding farewell to his Little Brother. Upon seeing that his brother was turning to leave, he reached out and pulled onto Feng Nai's pants.

The youth and child left the apartment just like that.

When they pressed the elevator button, their expressions were the same. They were not in a good mood.

Little Lin's head seemed even more bowed as he said in his childish voice, "I thought I could stay with Little Brother a little longer, but his girlfriend should be able to take good care of him."

Feng Nai did not speak. He only watched the level indicator, his thoughts evidently traveling elsewhere. When they arrived, he strolled out on his long legs.

Little Lin was feeling slightly down, so he did not notice that his brother's behavior was different than usual.

Judging by the way he tugged at his collar, it seemed like he had something on his mind.

Meanwhile, in the apartment…

The others had finally left.

Mo Bei pressed a hand on her lower belly. Her pain was evident all over her face as her eyes moved to Yun Shen. "Why are you here?"

"I couldn't reach you by phone, so I was worried about you." Yun Shen put her hand on her lower abdomen, her brows locking in a tight frown. "Why are you so cold?"

Mo Bei sat there with her back leaning against the headboard. Her black locks fell in front of her, and her lips were pale. "Mm…"

"I'll go make you a glass of brown sugar water." Yun Shen ran out very quickly.

Just like Almighty Feng, she was also a person who didn't do chores.

Mo Bei wanted to call her back, yet she didn't manage to do so in time.

When she drowsily opened her eyes again, Yun Shen was already back with a porcelain bowl in her hands. There was some puzzlement in her eyes as she asked, "Did you cook the porridge in the kitchen? How long has it been cooking for? It looks ready."

Mo Bei faltered for a moment before she said coolly, "It wasn't me."

"Not you?" Yun Shen lifted a brow. "It couldn't be Young Master Feng, could it? Speaking of him… Why was he so close to you just now?"

Mo Bei's eyes dropped slightly. "Probably because of the residual trash in the bathroom. But you came, so everything can now be explained."

Yun Shen wasn't assured when she heard this. "You mean that Young Master Feng has been suspecting you the whole time?"

"Not in this aspect. He only seems to be very familiar with my playing style. We already talked about that. As far as the rest is concerned…" Mo Bei paused. "He probably won't form very deep connections."

Yun Shen looked at her. "Not even after this?"

Mo Bei did not give her an answer. She only kept an aloof expression on her face, her eyes darkening slightly…