Xueluo let out a dissatisfied snort, twisting his uneasy body, he moved closer to Feng Xinglang.
At this moment, Xueluo's actions were no longer controlled by his brain. How would she know how moving she was at this moment?
The way he looked at her was like a warm morning sun. Youyou slid across the lake, causing ripples on the surface.
Of course, Feng Xinglang knew that all these illusions were made by the things in the bowl of porridge.
Women were feudal to their bones!
Thus, he coldly pushed her away. Even though he was breathing rapidly, even though his body was doing the trick.
Xueluo was really upset. Not only was her face extremely red, her entire body was also scorched as if it had been roasted by charcoal. It was as if he could only relieve the discomfort by releasing himself.
His throat tightened and his gaze turned deep.
So how could Xueluo be willing to let go of the opportunity to get close to him? Seeing her pitiful appearance, it tickled all the way to the bottom of Feng Xinglang's heart.
He lifted Xueluo's chin, making her face, which was so red that blood would drip out, look straight into his eyes. He looked deeply at her, imprisoning her, making her unable to avoid his burning gaze.
"Lin Xueluo, look carefully, who am I?" The sound seemed to come from deep within his throat. He panted with emotion.
"You are Feng... "Seal …"
Xueluo stared deeply at the man in front of him: a handsome and resolute face, yet still as cold as ever. He had never once looked at her in such a manner, and always liked to lengthen his face.
"You are Feng Xinglang … "I recognize you." Xueluo suddenly laughed.
That smile, after being catalyzed by the drug, was extremely sweet. He didn't need to go through his brain's judgement to say what he wanted to say.
"You're very abnormal right now. Do you know what you're doing?" The man reminded the woman of what she was doing. He wanted her to see his face, his face.
"Feng Xinglang... I... I want to be your woman! Right now … "How about it?"
Xueluo had to raise her head to see Feng Xinglang's handsome face. She could not remember just how many nights that face had appeared in her dreams.
Xueluo raised his trembling hands, but still bravely stroked the man's handsome and noble face, and muttered one sentence after the other: "Feng Xinglang, is that you?"
Such shameful words actually came out from his mouth.
He must be dreaming!
This was the most audacious dream that Xueluo had ever had.
The man's lips curved in a beautiful curve; again, his lips ran like feathers across her cheeks, her ears, her neck.
"Alright, I'll give you everything. "Come and take it!"
Gentle, delicate, trying to make her relax!
He had to admit that this man's figure was really good.
Under the light, his smooth, strong back was suffused with a soft glow of love. His shoulder blades bulged, making him look exceptionally healthy. His arms were firm and beautiful, his waist was slim and firm, and his long legs concealed a strong sense of strength …
They all proclaimed his wild beauty.
Bai Mo, who was in the control room, was shaking with laughter.
Although he couldn't see the scene, the sound was enough to strike a chord in his heart.
"Brother Yan, how is it? My method is still effective, right?" I'll give it to you, come and get it. Ha hha, even your teeth are aching from the excitement! "
"This is the highest stage of playing with your wife! The point is, his wife still doesn't know that he's her husband! "
Bai Mo was prostrated in admiration of Feng Xinglang's karate, "When I have a wife, I will also tease her like this! It's exciting enough! "
But Yan Bang seemed to have sunk into silence, as he closed his eyes slightly.
The first rays of the morning sun shone through the vents. It seemed to be somewhat dazzling.
The warm curtains flapped like a young girl's skirt.
He had never been gentle, but Feng Xinglang was very patient this time.
Whether or not there was an outcome between him and her, cruel or forlorn, it didn't matter. Feng Xinglang just wanted to let her leave behind a beautiful memory to reminisce.
This once in a woman's life was extremely precious.
She had persisted for more than twenty years. Just because of this, she was worthy of him cherishing her!
So every time Xueluo recalled every single detail of this moment, she had never once regretted it in the slightest.
He did not regret it, but that did not mean that it was not a mistake!
A beautiful mistake, a mistake she would never forget.
At this moment, Xueluo had truly become Feng Xinglang's woman! She used the bright red color that symbolized a girl's cleanliness to transform herself from a girl into a woman! He was Feng Xinglang's woman!
Xueluo heavily bit on the man's firm shoulder.
She was in pain. She wanted him to be in pain with her!
Not only did she want him to remember her for the rest of his life, she also hoped that he would not be able to forget her so easily.
She wanted to leave something on him. So she bit his shoulder!
The tears that were flowing down her face!
On the sofa outside, the man lit a cigarette. Swallowing Clouds puffed out a mist.
His handsome face was hidden behind the smoke. It was hard to tell if he was reminiscing about the emotions he had just felt or thinking about something. In short, Feng Xinglang did not look very happy.
At some point, the iron bars had been opened. As he had said, he could only leave this place through the method he had just used.
Feng Xinglang was waiting inside to take care of his woman.
It all happened so suddenly that it was unreal. Xueluo sat there in a daze like a puppet whose mind had been stripped off.
Outside, Feng Xinglang patiently waited. He did not rush Xueluo in.
He gave her enough time and space to organize herself.
After a long while, Xueluo finally walked out. When they saw Feng Xinglang, who was smoking on the sofa, their thoughts seemed to have returned in an instant.
Not knowing what to do, she turned her gaze away. He saw the iron gate open.
"Are you all right?" he asked. A very thoughtful question.
How was he? Xueluo didn't know how to answer. Should he nod, or should he shake his head?
"Can you be stupid?" Feng Xinglang cut the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray.
Then, he stood up, and took a few steps towards Xueluo who was in a daze.
"I won't touch you!" Feng Xinglang took off the suit he was wearing and draped it over his shoulders. Can we go now? "
Inside the Ferrari, Xueluo's expression was still. Silently, he looked out the window at the ever-changing scenery.
Xueluo didn't know why the kidnappers would open the iron fences to let her and Feng Xinglang have their freedom, she didn't want to know either!
In the time that passed, Xueluo's beauty was like a melancholy oil painting.
Passing a drugstore, she saw an advertisement on the French window: Yutang, don't worry about love!
"Stop... Stop the car! Stop the car! " Xueluo shouted out in a flurry.