Original God, looking for the heart

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Mo Bei showed a rare lazy attitude. He leaned on the table and began to pick up the turf with one hand. The skirmisher's fingertips lightly touched the table, and the rhythmic thumping sound reflected his impatience. Why hasn’t the hangover soup come yet? Mo Bei is about to fall asleep!

If Mo Bei wasn't still around, he couldn't lose his temper, otherwise this place would have been struck by lightning.

In about five minutes, a servant came hurriedly carrying soup. Looking at Mo Bei again, he was lying on the table looking drowsy. Now he couldn't be counted on to drink by himself.

Use a small wooden spoon to scoop some hot soup and prepare to feed it to Mo Bei, but you are afraid of burning him.

"Tsk, trouble."

The skirmisher complained and then gave him cold water. Worried that the temperature was not right, he took a chopstick and dipped a little drop into his mouth. There is a warm and warm feeling on your hands, so that should be enough.

He shook Mo Bei: "Get up and drink soup."

Mo Bei got up. He didn't hear anything about what was going to happen. But when the skirmisher handed him something with a spoon, he just had to eat it obediently. It's just...why are there so many spoons, and they're all still moving. Which one is the real spoon?

Mo Bei even took a sip of air: "It's so cold... It tastes like this. Why do I get thirstier the more I drink..."

The skirmishers couldn't laugh or cry for a while. He simply held Mo Bei's chin and brought the soup to Mo Bei's mouth.

"Gudu", as Mo Bei's Adam's apple slid, a mouthful of warm soup flowed into his stomach. It's sweet and very comfortable to drink.

The skirmishers took the trouble to repeat the action of blowing the soup to cool down and then feeding it to Mo Bei.

The servants thought about not letting the adults get tired, so they wanted to cool down the soup for the adults. But before his hand even touched the bowl, the skirmisher threw a fierce eye knife. It felt like I was interrupting an adult's date. They all wisely retracted their hands and retreated to the camp.

After a bowl of hangover soup, Mo Bei's mind seemed to have recovered a little. At least, he can now realize that there is something wrong with him. It's just that the body after being drunk cannot be flexibly used by him for a while.

The skirmishers carefully helped Mo Bei walk towards the camp. But Mo Bei looked dizzy, wondering if he would collapse before walking back to the camp.

Suddenly something was placed on his waist and legs. Mo Bei shrank subconsciously, and then the world seemed to spin and his feet left the ground. In a panic, he hugged something and held it tightly.

The skirmisher didn't understand either, he just wanted to carry Mo Bei back. I caught him like this last time in Liyue. Hmm...does it mean you don't like being held?

"Yes... San..." Mo Bei vaguely realized that it was the soldiers who had picked him up. He relaxed and leaned gently against the soldiers. The exhaled air flowed across the other person's neck, making it tickle.

Like a cat, it really makes me want to do bad things.

But before truly knowing what the other party is thinking, skirmishers will not do anything out of the ordinary.

——Camp of Fools——

It was the first time for the subordinates to see an adult come back with someone in his arms. Although I don’t dare to make noises, adults can’t help but look at them when they pass by. Even find some excuses that will allow them to keep up a few steps.

Maybe someone noticed that there was a small red spot on the side of Bai Zan's face. It doesn't look like a mosquito bite. Coupled with the fact that a certain guy was huddled in the arms of a skirmisher, there were a lot of things to say.

They followed him just to see if there were similar marks on the person in the adult's arms.

Unfortunately, the bamboo hats and the black mist-like curtains blocked most of the view. In addition, the skirmishers were unwilling to share it with their subordinates. The intentional or unintentional blocking made it difficult for everyone to get a glimpse. Although I feel unwilling to do so, isn’t this also a side confirmation?

Under the watch of everyone, the soldiers carried Mo Bei and walked straight into the bathroom.

"Click". The door closed quietly, but it woke everyone's gossip soul. Many people squatted near the bathroom, holding their breath and concentrating.

There is a bathtub and shower in the bathroom, and there is a curtain between the changing area and the shower area. The skirmisher put Mo Bei on a stool and unbuttoned the other man's clothes. Mo Bei looked at the straggler's movements and pushed his hand away: "No...I don't want to take it off..."

The soldiers knew that Mo Bei was not in good spirits and did not want to worry about it. He unbuttoned Mo Bei's clothes again. Unexpectedly, the other party cried out in grievance and tightened his clothes: "Oh... don't... wait... I... can come by myself."

Although, he said so himself, it was impossible for the skirmishers to force him. Mo Bei walked into the shower area and closed the curtain.

"Can this guy do it?" The skirmisher took off his hat and put it aside. The sound of water sounded from the other side of the curtain, which half dispelled the straggler's worries.

After a while, the curtain moved, and the skirmisher was about to hand the opponent a bath towel. Unexpectedly, Mo Bei walked out directly. He didn't seem to have fully recovered, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

But the most important thing - he forgot to take off his clothes! The black jacket was taken off, but the white undershirt was still on. After bathing, the shirt had become tight against Mo Bei's body, and even... could even be seen clearly. The immature red cherry blossoms on the chest are extremely eye-catching.

But the person involved didn't realize anything. Even a skirmisher who has been in the world for hundreds of years may have encountered this kind of thing for the first time. He knew what it meant to be shy, and the tips of his ears were red.

"Ah San...I've finished washing and come to see you~" Mo Bei didn't consider at all how tempting he was now, and he happened to be so well-behaved that he could be manipulated by others. Do you know what a foul is?

The straggler gritted his teeth and wrapped Mo Bei in a big bath towel. He kicked open the door and quickly returned to the room with Mo Bei in his arms. Originally, he wanted to go back to his room to get his clothes, but then he thought about what if someone broke in by mistake and Mo Bei's appearance was seen.

Throwing him on the bed, he quickly found a pair of pajamas. He first wiped the water off Mo Bei's head.

Mo Bei sat obediently, motionless.

Now, what to do with the clothes? Just now I just unbuttoned and resisted like this. Mo Bei felt the helplessness of the stragglers. Under his gaze, he took the initiative to unbutton the buttons one by one.

The clothes slid down to his forearms. Mo Bei behaved as if he was waiting for praise.

The skirmisher was startled, and without saying a word, he wiped off the water and put Mo Bei's clothes on. If you keep putting it off like this, I'm afraid you will really lose control. He actually had such an idea. I wonder if it was Balzeb's setting or a certain Torre's fault.

After placing Mo Bei on the bed prepared for him, the skirmishers also planned to clean up.

The room felt empty. Mo Bei looked at the soldier's bed. Will it be closer to him? So, he sneaked over with his quilt and pillow. The smell of skirmishers on the bed was pitiful, so Mo Bei simply slept in the spot where the skirmishers had lay.

When the skirmishers returned, they found that Mo Bei was missing. Then, he heard steady breathing coming from his bed. A small bulge was in its place, rising and falling regularly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Bei was so brave and dared to sleep on his own bed. He opened a corner of the small bulge. Mo Bei patted the empty space next to him and motioned for the stragglers to sleep together: "Look, I've warmed the bed. You'll come, right?"

Mo Bei moved to the side again: "It's very warm, I'll give it to you~"

At this invitation, the skirmishers got into bed.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally ended with Mo Bei falling asleep.

However, Mo Bei likes to hold something while sleeping at night. Previously it could be a pillow and half a quilt. In short, you need something to rely on to sleep peacefully.

But tonight, it is the arm of the skirmisher. The skirmisher didn't dare to move, he was afraid of waking up the sleeping child.

Saying "good night" softly is like wishing your child a sweet dream. Maybe, the puppets can also try the late night Qingning.

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