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　　Chapter 217: Men's Atrocities

　　Wis.h.i.+ng your head, who wants it!

　　Xueluo was so scared that he did not even dare to breathe loudly anymore. He was worried that if he wasn't careful, the man would kill him in the car.

　　His beast's heart was on the verge of exploding, but it was only a matter of pulling off his pants. He still had eight weeks of life left in his stomach, and he couldn't afford to play around with him, nor could he let him do whatever he wanted.

　　"Feng, Feng Xinglang, what are you trying to do? You. Don't be reckless. I have already explained everything that I should have explained. What I should have admitted is my mistake, I have also admitted my wrongs to you. "

　　Although he was unwilling to accept it, Xueluo had lowered his voice by a lot: I have already retreated to this state, what more do you, Feng Xinglang, want!

　　"But my fire … "It's not dead yet!"

　　Feng Xinglang leisurely spoke as he deliberately placed the breath he was breathing on Xueluo's face, causing the distance between them to be shortened even more because of his presence. In the small s.p.a.ce, there was a flow of other kinds of love.

　　Xueluo felt as if the air around him had been sucked dry by this man, leaving only his aura behind. It forced her to breathe his scent through her lungs, enveloping her in his hormone.

　　This kind of atmosphere really made Xueluo panic. The man's fire was still burning? What kind of fire was this?

　　If it was the Lin Xueluo of a few months ago, she would definitely think of pure male anger; however, after being together with this shameless man for so long, and hearing the coquettish words and actions of his, Xueluo would inevitably think of some emotional aspects!

　　"Feng Xinglang, how about I buy you an ice cream to calm the fire?"

　　Xueluo whispered to Feng Xinglang. Buying ice cream was only an excuse. Xueluo's final goal was obviously to escape from Feng Xinglang's demonic palms. She couldn't afford his fire.