Chapter 79
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The smell of alcohol from the man's body was not bad; it was mixed with the smell of tobacco. Feng Xinglang's strong hormone scent tightly wrapped around Xue Luo's breath. Every breath of air that she breathed in was tainted with the smell of the man.
Xue Luo was in a daze for a moment. Following that, she felt that her body was as heavy as a mountain.
"Feng Xinglang … heavy … so heavy … move away … you're pressing on me." Xue Luo felt that her breathing was about to be cut off.
She wanted to use her arms to push the man away from her. But in the end, her hands were like a cat scratching Feng Xinglang's chest, tickling the man's heart.
"Be good, don't move!" Feng Xinglang did not seem to be completely drunk.
Feng Xinglang seemed to not be completely drunk. He seemed to be enjoying Xue Luo's softness. The feeling of two hearts snuggling together, allowing both of them to obtain comfort. The two lonely hearts were no longer desolate.
Feng Xinglang was comfortable, but Xue Luo below was incomparably uncomfortable. Her back was pressed against the hard floor. She was only 1.65m, how could her petite body withstand his soft touch?
If she continued to be pressed down like this, Xue Luo felt that she would either be suffocated or her internal organs would be squeezed out!
"Feng Xinglang … you're really heavy!" Xue Luo whimpered like a cat. With a delicate gasp.
"Troublesome!" Feng Xinglang's thin lips curled up. Both of his arms wrapped tightly around Xue Luo's waist. With a move, both of them switched positions. She was on, he was on.
Thinking that she was finally free, Xue Luo wanted to get up from Feng Xinglang's body. However, she was hooked by the man's strong arm. Xue Luo's upper body that had just been lifted up was once again pressed down heavily … Her red lips pressed onto the man's lips.
Xue Luo felt that her lips were in pain. She stretched out her hand and wanted to rub it. But how could Feng Xinglang allow her lips to leave? He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. Their lips then fiercely stuck together.
The man's lips were stained with the richness of red wine. The wine lingered on; it was unexpectedly tender!
Xue Luo did not feel that this was a kind of invasion. She counted the number of her pearly white teeth and swallowed the sweetness in her mouth. She was not in a hurry. She was like a frog in warm water, slowly sinking into his warmth.
Such intimacy was intoxicating. Xue Luo was once again immersed in the man's gentleness. Unknowingly, the originally loose pajamas on Xue Luo's body had already been pulled down to her waist by the man, giving off an indescribable charm and charm.
Xue Luo was beautiful. Her beauty was very pure, without a single speck of dust.
He liked the way she looked when she was in his arms. It was so intoxicating that he temporarily forgot all his anger, hatred, and vengeance. As long as he was with her, he didn't need to think about what day it was.
Heavens, am I bewitched by this man again? He had already stripped her to this extent, but she didn't feel anything at all? She even immersed herself in the kiss with incomparable enjoyment? Xue Luo's face turned red again!
"Feng … Feng Xinglang, I hate you!" She picked up the pajamas on her body and stared at Feng Xinglang with tears in her eyes.
Feng Xinglang who was below her was even more uncomfortable. This was really terrible! Didn't this woman know how dangerous the situation she was in right now?
"You should be the one taking advantage of me right now …"
Feng Xinglang purposely straightened his waist, allowing the dangerous thing to get closer to the woman. It was already magnificent. The woman should be able to feel that he was like a raging fire.
"Ah …" Xue Luo who was slow to react let out a shrill scream. She felt the man's erect posture and almost wanted to crawl away from Feng Xinglang's body. But the man's hands were like iron pincers stuck on her waist, making her unable to move.
"What, you want to run after provoking me?" Feng Xinglang hissed. His slightly panting voice was filled with endless charm.
The more it was like this, the more afraid Xue Luo was. "Feng … Feng Xinglang, are you thirsty? Let me help you pour some water downstairs? "
"My mouth is not thirsty, my body is thirsty! What do you think I should do? " Feng Xinglang removed one of his hands from Xue Luo's waist. Curling his fingers, he gently caressed her fair and delicate face, "Xue Luo, tonight we shall consummate our marriage!"
"… …" Xue Luo was so shocked that she was speechless, "Consummate … consummate …? Feng Xinglang, are you crazy? "
"What, you don't want to be my woman?" Feng Xinglang purposely asked in such a provocative manner. A pair of charming eyes like the stars, shining brightly staring at the woman's delicate and shy face: It seems like tonight, he really wants her!
Be his woman? Be his, Feng Xinglang's woman? Xue Luo was stunned. It was as if her entire soul was trembling. To be honest, at that moment, Xue Luo's heart was moved. The man in front of her was handsome, noble and charming. If she were to say that she was not moved by him, that would be hypocritical!
But Xue Luo knew clearly: I cannot love him! She was clear of her own identity! She had already crossed the line too much with him. She couldn't continue to make mistakes.
Otherwise, she would not be able to turn back! Xue Luo was afraid that she would have such a bad ending!
With a 'pa' sound, a loud slap landed on Xue Luo's fair face. In the end, Xue Luo could not bear to hurt the man in front of her. Instead, she chose to slap her own ear. In this quiet third floor, the slap was exceptionally loud and clear.
Feng Xinglang was obviously stunned for a moment. It was as if he could not believe his own eyes: This woman actually slapped herself? If she really wanted to slap someone, she should slap him, Feng Xinglang's face!
"Idiot woman, why did you slap yourself?" Feng Xinglang roared and asked. He sat up and hugged the woman's face. He saw a pale palm print on the woman's fair face that could be broken with a flick of a finger.
"Feng Xinglang, this slap is for your big brother Feng Lixin! It's for his wife's infidelity! "
Crystal clear tears rolled down Xue Luo's cheeks. She did not want to slap herself. But she could already feel that she was about to lose control of her heart's throb of love towards Feng Xinglang. This slap was really on behalf of Feng Lixin!
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