Chapter 213.2: Only then would FTW really belong to them. (2/2)

The interior of the Mercedes Benz van and the interior of the Rolls Royce Cullinan were not of the same level.

In this kind of narrow space, the sensory stimulation was greater than the physical stimulation.

In fact, it wasn’t too overboard, but Wei Xiao started crying anyway.

How could Lu Feng stop? He could only kiss his tears away and coax him softly.

As Wei Xiao cried, he eventually changed his tune, his voice sweet and sticky enough to make people want to f*ck him to death.

Pentakill, championship, making love.

The next day, Wei Xiao was left with only satisfaction in his heart.

He slept all the way until it was dark again. Lu Feng was beside him when he opened his eyes.

Wei Xiao drilled himself straight into his arms, pasting up against him and giving him a kiss, “Did you just wake up?”

Lu Feng: “I just came back.”

Wei Xiao shifted, and a certain spot twinged, making him suck in a breath in pain.

Lu Feng poked his forehead. “Who told you to make trouble.”

There were times where Wei Xiao would also be shy. He’d been caught up in the moment at the time, but when he thought back on it after the fact: Oh god, where did this little demon come from?! The captain didn’t have it easy!

Wei Xiao cleared his throat. “The car…”

Lu Feng: “No need to worry.”

Wei Xiao’s cheeks reddened slightly, and he thought to himself: I won’t be able to look directly at the Cullinan in the future!

Lu Feng saw through his thoughts with a glance. “… You even wanted to do it in the van.”

If he really did as he wished, then would they even be able to take the car in the future? Would they even be able to go compete?

Wei Xiao kissed him and didn’t let him talk any more.

Lu Feng pinched his waist. “Settle down.”

Wei Xiao was surprised. “How is it…”

Lu Feng stared at him.

Wei Xiao was scared, he really was. “No way, no way, I’ll die if we do it again.”

The truth proved that the great demon king would indulge him. Otherwise, how would Little Lunatic Wei dare to act so recklessly?

Although they’d won the championship, the global finals were just around the corner.

Lu Feng was also reluctant to use up his energy.

Wei Xiao was scared, but he also wanted to stick close to Lu Feng. He suggested tentatively, “How about I use my hand…”

Lu Feng held him down. “It’s fine.”

Wei Xiao stared at it. “Really?”

Lu Feng’s voice deepened, “It’ll be fine if you don’t stare at it.”

Wei Xiao quickly moved his gaze away.

Who would’ve dared to think that the little lunatic who wasn’t afraid of anything in his daily life would have a moment cowering like this?

Lu Feng got out of bed. “Hungry?”

Wei Xiao was reluctant to let him go. “So-so…”

Lu Feng: “I’m going to go push the dining cart in.”

Wei Xiao was amused. “Okay!”

Top level treatment, hey! In his heart, Wei Xiao was delighted: His pentakill and FMVP were worth it!

These two days were happy holidays for FTW.

Going over the game replay wasn’t urgent, and training could wait for a while longer.

After winning the domestic championship so beautifully, they needed time to recover.

Sharpening the axe won’t increase the time taken to split wood, and hot tofu couldn’t be eaten no matter how impatient one was.

Sharpening the axe won’t increase the time taken to split wood- More preparation may quicken the speed in doing work

It took time for their mentalities to calm down.

Wei Xiao entangled himself with Lu Feng and didn’t go downstairs.

He boasted about his pentakill every day, and occasionally, he would show a bit of nervousness about the trash talk he’d tossed out.

Don’t judge based on how Brother Xiao was aggressive and provoked the whole world; he was soft in front of his sweetheart.

People could feel fear.

No matter how bold he was, Wei Xiao’s heart held a weakness named Close.

“Captain, I’m not going to mess up, will I?”

Without waiting for Lu Feng to open his mouth to speak, Wei Xiao went on by himself, “I definitely won’t!”

Lu Feng comforted him. “Maintain your current state, and it won’t be much of a problem.”

Wei Xiao nodded. “Yeah! You’ll press Old Yue to death, and Old Yue will beat Kim Sung-hyun head on. Brother Ning will mess up God Xie, and Brother Cai will suppress Captain Yan… perfect!”

Lu Feng looked at him. “What about you?”

“Me?” Wei Xiao’s eyes curved. “I’m going to tear Yuan Ze apart with my hands, beat up God Kim, cut God Xie down until he cries, and crush Captain Yan!”

Not bad; he might be small, but he had a big appetite.

His mouth spoke wild words, but his heart was still uncertain.

While sleeping, Wei Xiao would hug Lu Feng tight, unconsciously pouring out all the words in his heart––

“Want the world championship, want the captain… free…”

The last two words were like a knife made out of sugar. It stabbed right into the tip of Lu Feng’s heart.

Win the world championship.

Hold up the golden dragon cup.

Only then would FTW really belong to them.