Chapter 133: His tenderness (2/2)
The distance was so close that when Xue fell, he could feel the man's breathing gently on her cheek.
Xue Luo realized that the man was staring at himself. The sharp eyes were like a high-precision scanner; the snow on his cheeks became a little hot as his eyes drifted.
She instinctively raised her head to meet the man's fierce gaze, and her heartbeat suddenly slowed for a while.
”You ... you see what I do ... what?” Xue Luo was already a bunch of deer jumping in his heart. ”You, your brother asked you to go upstairs ... see him. He has something to say to you.”
”Don't move.” Feng Xinglang said softly.
Snow falling conditionally rigidized his body and stared at the man's next move in doubt.
”Your face is dirty.”
Feng Xinglang stretched out his hand, and gently stroked it on the snow-falling cheek with the thumb's abdomen, like a lover's kiss, provoking emotions.
Xue Luo believes, she is stunned, and touches her cheek by the motionless finger of any man.
He is tender, she is like water!
After stroking Xueluo's cheeks, Feng Xinglang didn't care about the smoothness and delicateness of her skin, but resolutely retracted his hand and walked into the living room steadily; leaving Xueluo alone with a long aftertaste.
Xue Luo felt really crazy! The emotions that had just been hard to stop were swept across her body even more!
Is that man too abominable, or is he too frivolous?
This I do n’t know what is going on, how can Xue Xue not let go! It seems to be ingrained!
Xueluo felt that he could only die to completely break away from this unknown feeling!
Tears, I do n’t know when it has fallen on my cheeks, but Xue Luo has no idea for whom!
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Feng Lixin really has something to do with Feng Xinglang.
Dr. Jin, who just stepped out of the medical room, happened to meet the second master Feng Xinglang who came upstairs.
In the medical room, the smell of the disinfection solution has not completely dissipated. Feng Xinglang sniffed the smell of these disinfection solutions. It was not good, but in the past few months, he has been used to such difficulties.
”Xing Lang, how about your marriage certificate with Xue Luo? Give me.”
Feng Lixin had just injected nutritional fluids, and her body indicators seemed to be stable, and she did not use a ventilator.
”What do you want those useless papers for? You should ask me: What's going on at the Massachusetts General Hospital.”
Feng Xinglang gently wiped the medicine prepared by Dr. Jin on the back of Feng Lixin's hand to ease the continuous hardening of the skin.
”Xing Lang, why don't you tell Xue Luo that you are the legal husband of Feng Xing Lang? Listen to An Yan, Xue Luo has been passionate about you. You still torture her so, how can you bear it?”
Feng Xinglang guessed it right: Feng Lixin wanted him and Lin Xueluo's marriage certificate to really send it to the woman.