Chapter 15
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Feng Xinglang instinctively reached out his hand and picked up a piece of mango from the smiling face of the minion. He slowly chewed it. The mango that was dripped with honey was even more refreshing.
When Feng Xinglang reached out his hand again, Xue Luo hid the fruit platter to her side. "You can only eat one piece. The rest is for your brother."
Feng Xinglang's heart was slightly warmed. Then he said gloomily, "My brother can only eat liquid food."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was careless. I … I'll go and beat it into a pulp. "
"No need! Give it to me. Maybe it will be like what you said. My brother will be in a good mood. "
Feng Xinglang took the fruit platter from Xue Luo's hand. When his fingers touched the back of her hand, Xue Luo's face inexplicably blushed for a moment.
But Feng Xinglang still refused to let Xue Luo into the medical room for feeding tonight. Although Xue Luo felt that as Feng Lixin's wife, she had the obligation to take care of him. But seeing Feng Xinglang's deep love for his brother, she did not force it. She thought: When Feng Xinglang is at home, he can take care of Feng Lixin. When he is not at home, she can take care of Feng Lixin.
After all, the relationship between the two of them was not something a new wife like her could compare to. Moreover, there was Miss Lan in between her and Feng Lixin. From Aunt An's tone, Feng Lixin should be deeply in love with this woman!
In the medical room.
Feng Lixin saw the picture of the smiling face of the minion. There was indeed a smile on his face. But under the layers of scars, it was really hard to notice. But Feng Xinglang still saw it.
Maybe this was the only time his brother Feng Lixin smiled in the past three months.
"What a clever and dexterous girl! Xinglang, you picked up a treasure! "Feng Lixin was in a rare happy mood.
"Brother, I've already obediently gotten married. Shouldn't your skin grafting be put on the agenda? "This was the topic that Feng Xinglang had been repeating for half a month.
"No hurry. I'll rest for a few more days. Let's wait a little longer! "
Every time he tried to beat around the bush, Feng Lixin's gaze would be fixed on a photo. The woman in the photo was called Lan Youyou. She was also a kind and beautiful girl: Youyou, after I settle Xing Lang and Xue Luo's matters, I will go to heaven to find you. You must wait for me!
The night was deep.
When Feng Xinglang returned to the marriage room, Xue Luo was already asleep. He was also holding a book in his arms. A medical book on the treatment of burns.
Xue Luo's long eyelashes drooped down, like a butterfly spreading its wings. Even her breathing was light and shallow, as if she was very careful, afraid that she would startle the others. Her black hair was draped over the snow-white pillow, adding a different kind of charm. Her exquisite facial features were so beautiful that it could move one's heart.
The woman slept peacefully like a quick-witted fairy, pure and holy.
Feng Xing Lang stood by the side of the bed and watched quietly for a while before lying down beside Xue Luo. Perhaps he was really tired, or perhaps he couldn't bear to disturb the pure beauty of the woman, but after a while, he fell asleep.
Thus, on the big and warm marriage bed, there was the sound of two people's heartbeats.
When Xue Luo woke up the next day, it was already dawn.
My god, why did I sleep so soundly? Originally, Xue Luo wanted to wait for Feng Lixin's treatment to finish before returning to the room, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep first.
When she got up, Xue Luo heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom. It should be Feng Lixin bathing.
Faintly, Xue Luo seemed to smell the minty smell of male hormones left behind by a man on the marriage bed.
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