That “thank you” seemed to have slightly exceeded Feng Nai’s expectations.
He paused for a moment and lifted a brow. “I can’t sense your sincerity, Little Brother.”
Mo Bei looked over and asked coolly, “What would be considered sincere?”
Feng Nai’s manner was very languid. “Raise your hands.”
Mo Bei looked at the costume she was wearing but complied without much of a change in her mood, her profile still attractive.
Feng Nai continued leisurely. “A little higher.”
Mo Bei’s gaze landed on him.
“Sincerity,” Feng Nai reminded her.
Mo Bei retracted her gaze and continued to lift her hands up high.
Feng Nai took out his cell phone and pointed it at her. “Act cute.”
Mo Bei was speechless.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. When her eyes looked over again, they were extremely cold.
However, Feng Nai’s posture was still lazy. “Little Brother, it seems like you wanted to fight me. You seemed quite good when you were using the lolita voice.”
Mo Bei knew he was referring to the time when they had gamed together. “I acted cute before?”
“You helped me with the blue buff.” Feng Nai’s voice was indifferent.
Mo Bei stared at him. “A support helping the assassin with the blue buff is considered acting cute?”
“Everyone else was in the other lanes, but you were always following me. What is this if not acting cute?” Feng Nai’s words actually made some sense.
Mo Bei only used one sentence to break his argument. “The support-assassin team-up would speed up the jungling pace.”
Feng Nai suddenly smiled and said slowly, “A player with origins in the assassin role indeed thinks differently compared to others. But why did you never use this playing style of yours with your previous battle team?”
Mo Bei felt that Almighty K was a little difficult to guard oneself against. Within three sentences, he would always come up with a trap.
After all, her playing style differed from her brother’s.
“What should I do exactly?” Mo Bei simply changed the topic, staring coolly at him.
Feng Nai had wanted to say, “Don’t you usually say ‘xoxo’ very smoothly?” However, a second later, he realized that he could not say that.
He only lifted the cell phone in his right hand higher, instructing her in a lazy voice. “Make a heart.”
Mo Bei complied, using her fingers to form a heart with an aloof expression. Her unwillingness to cooperate was made very clear.
However, she still couldn’t resist the visual impact of those good looks.
While a crowd of people was staring, all the girls watched the aloof, handsome little brother in the bear costume make a heart while facing the slender figure across him. He looked as though he was confessing his love.
Meanwhile, the other person was super cool. After taking the photo, he pulled the little brother away by his tail…
They’d initially agreed on an hour.
He didn’t think that, after half an hour, the costume would be returned.
The young man that had rented the bear costume out asked them, “You guys aren’t filming anymore? Everyone else needs several takes before they get it.”
Feng Nai didn’t film videos, so he wasn’t too clear about what the other party was talking about. However, communicating was no problem. “Dark past. Just one take will be enough.”
Dark past?
The young man was baffled.
Mo Bei, who had a hand behind her back, was fiddling with the zipper, her profile still very aloof.
She’d worn that thick costume for some time, and the weight of it probably made one perspire very easily.
However, Mo Bei gave off a sense of innate coldness. She did not show many traces of perspiring. Although her black locks were slightly wet against her forehead, she looked even more handsome now.
The young man took a glance at Mo Bei. Indeed, not a single flyer was left.
This wasn’t the result he got usually!
Mo Bei was essentially emotionless. Her hand felt around for a long time behind her back, but she still did not manage to pull the zipper down…