Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Weird brother, didn’t you say that Little Brother was here? Why is there no sign of him?”
Little Lin was looking around but could not see anyone. His eyes were so dark that they were slightly reflective.
Zhao Jianjian looked everywhere. He only did not dare look in one direction. “Ah… Your Little Brother… Your Little Brother… He probably left. That’s right. We were assigned lots of homework today. Brother Nan went home to do his homework.”
“He went home so early?” Little Brother’s ears drooped. He was still carrying his small backpack. “I came over even before school ended so I could kidnap Little Brother to my house.”
As Mo Bei listened to the childish voice not far away, her gaze shifted to the side.
Feng Nai’s posture remained the same. Only his eyes, which were looking at Mo Bei, became darker.
Mo Bei knew very well that this was a warning.
She only reached out and pointed to his hand, which was covering her lips. There wasn’t much warmth in her eyes.
Feng Nai retracted his hand, but his eyes remained dark. Instead, he wiped the corner of his lips, where there was a wound.
Both of them wanted to get away from each other.
However, the space they occupied was only that big.
If they made the slightest movement, there was a possibility that they would be noticed.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t maintain this posture for a long time.
Given Feng Nai’s height and his long legs, he evidently couldn’t spread out at all in this space.
Hence, he turned his handsome face and glanced in Mu Youqing’s direction.
When Mu Youqing received this signal, he swiftly straightened out his mixed feelings and pinched the spot between his brows before turning around and smiling at Little Lin. “Since your Little Brother isn’t here, do you want to leave with me, Lin Lin?”
“Alright.” Little Lin had a depressed look on his small handsome face. He was about to step out when he spotted a black item on the ground. He immediately dashed over on his short legs.
Upon seeing that, Feng Nai grabbed Mo Bei’s wrists and tugged her towards him again.
Previously, there had at least been a teeny gap between the two of them, even if that distance had been vaguely present.
However, Mo Bei’s entire being was now being pressed into Feng Nai’s arms just to avoid being seen by Little Lin, who was approaching this space.
Zhao Jianjian was already at a loss for words as he watched them from the side.
Wasn’t this image a little too gay?
You Muqing took another deep breath. He really needed to sort himself out again.
Because of their height difference, the top of Mo Bei’s head was just below Feng Nai’s jaw.
She could no longer look up, because once she moved, she would be touching him.
They were so close that Mo Bei could smell a minty tobacco scent that did not belong to her.
Other than her brother, Mo Bei had never been so close to another male.
In order to maintain her balance, her hand was placed on his leg.
Mo Bei was thinking that, judging by his personality, he probably wouldn’t wear this pair of uniform pants again.
Feng Nai looked to the side, his black locks swaying along with the light wind. When his eyes were revealed, he was frowning slightly because of another person’s obvious presence.
The faint scent coming from the top of the person in front of him, which was right in his nostrils, contained a faint fruity sweetness.
What kind of shampoo was this rascal using?
Feng Nai turned his head slightly. Although he could still effectively avoid the other party for a bit, he could sense the hand pressing on his leg…
Trouble Lin, his little brother, had really been born to do him in.