Chapter 55: Silent feelings (1/2)

As soon as Xue Luo came to the bed, a strong arm came over, dragging Xue Luo's wrist and pulling it forward, Xue Luo fell on the man with an unstable center of gravity.

Xue Luo took a painful puff: This man's chest is too strong! Had it not been for clothes and a bow tie, Xue Luo would have thought that he would have his teeth bitten.

The other strong arm went around her waist, confining her body to his chest.

”Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?” Xue Luo tried to get up from his arms in panic, but was tightened tighter by him.

”Be nice! Let me hug.” Feng Xinglang's voice was long, with a slight sigh, as if the depressed mood was released at this moment, and the whole person was extremely lazy.

Men's words seemed to be a kind of confusion. Snow fell and became really docile and obedient, being held in his arms by the man and resting on his chest.

Time seems to freeze at this moment. Incredibly wonderful! It's so sweet!

Perhaps this is the taste of love in the legend.

But as the man's hand around her waist slowly moved upwards, and he gently pushed and played on the thickness of the snow falling, Xue Luo then woke up from this beautiful picture.

Are you going crazy? He lay in bed with this man, and hugged so intimately! How could he still enjoy the embrace of a man? It's crazy! Feng Xinglang is his own uncle, how can he be so secretive to me with him!

But how would she know that this 'uncle' is her husband in the legal sense!

”Feng Xinglang, let go of me!” Xue Luo struggled, wriggling his body on Feng Xinglang's body.

”Be nice, don't move around!” It's comfortable to embrace her, but the twist of a woman on his body breeds the most primitive feelings of a man. Feng Xinglang is a normal man. Under the unconscious twist of the snow, he could hardly hold back his throbbing.

How could the snow fall not be disturbed? She did not know that Feng Xinglang was her legal husband. Because Feng Xinglang is now in her eyes, obviously still a little uncle. How could she be so close to Feng Xinglang!

”Feng Xinglang, let go of me ... Quickly let me go. Don't do this ... I'm you ... you ...” Xue Xinglang's lips were sealed before the words fell.

The strong and powerful tongue, like the arrogant master of his arrogant master, broke in wantonly, stirred up the affections, and fell Xue Luo in the vortex he created. Do not want to wake up!

Sink! Lost in his country of love!

After the kiss, lips split. The crystal clear threads are stretched to connect each other's lips.

”Xing Lang, please ... don't do this. We can't do this.” Xue Luo's voice weeped softly, and she tortured with reason and her emotions, tangled with pain.

”Stop it?” Feng Xinglang admired the woman's struggle. At this moment, his handsome face has arrogant pride. Because he clearly saw that the woman had just been intoxicated in his fierce kiss, it was not only her reason that was lost, but also her heart.

”Feng Xinglang, you can't do this ... I'm yours ...”

The word ”嫂” has not yet been exported, and her lips were sealed again by him. A lot of tenderness this time, the chicken chicken-like comfort.