Seven hundred and thirty nine

This time, Feng NAI's reply was a steady and light breathing.

Mo bei had fallen asleep.

But Feng NAI's boiling heat did not go down.

His bloodline was pulsing.

His fingers were still on her soft skin.

In order to hold back something.

Feng nai turned around and adjusted the shower to the lowest temperature.

In his arms was the light-sleeping mo bei, and his back was drenched in cold water that could gradually cool him down.

When his ever-nonchalant eyes met mo bei's face, a faint smile appeared.

It was as if he wasn't the one who was being showered with cold water.

In the bathroom, the heat gradually subsided.

In the shadow of the light, Feng NAI's tall figure was slightly bent, as if he was inlaid with gold.

Mo bei, on the other hand, was automatically looking for warmth. Her face touched the area below his shoulder.

That clean and white face was many times more obedient than usual.