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　　Chapter 265: Women Want Tender

　　Most likely, as long as it was a normal man, they would be unable to control their body more or less when they saw the girl's perky b.u.t.t.

　　However, Feng Xinglang's gaze s.h.i.+fted from Xueluo's upturned bottom to the wedding room, which had been turned into a mess by the woman.

　　"What are you looking for? I'll help you find it. "

　　"No need! "I'll look for it myself..."

　　The busy Xueluo answered him out of reflex. But before she could finish, she was suddenly in a bad mood.

　　Because she realized: The one who asked her what she was looking for wasn't Yuan Duoduo, but was instead … Feng Xinglang!

　　How did Feng Xinglang come in? Did he lock the door from the inside?

　　Alright, this man has always been able to freely enter and exit every room in the Feng Family.

　　Xueluo raised his eyes and met Feng Xinglang's unfathomable gaze. It was as if he wanted to pierce through her sharp gaze.

　　"Seal... Feng Xinglang, you're back? "

　　Xueluo was so worried that her teeth were trembling. How could he let this man capture him so easily?

　　"What are you looking for?"

　　Feng Xinglang's tone was not harsh, with a bit of laziness. However, the coldness in those eyes made Xueluo shudder.

　　"I'm looking for... "Pen!" Xueluo glanced at the book on the bed, "When I was reading, my brush fell off."

　　"Can this even be thrown into the closet?"

　　Feng Xinglang glanced at the completely ruined wardrobe and asked coldly.

　　"I didn't find a pen, so I was wondering if I could find a new one in the closet to use first."

　　Xueluo was not good at lying. Her face was red from holding back her anger, making her seem a bit mischievous.

　　"Is the pen you're looking for black?" Feng Xinglang casually asked.

　　Xueluo was startled, he did not know what Feng Xinglang meant by those words. Instinctively, he nodded his head in agreement, "That's right, that's right. The pen I dropped was black."

　　"Oh …"

　　The man dragged his voice as he matched his devilish handsome face. Xueluo felt like he fell into a pit.

　　"Unfortunately, when I first came in, I saw a rat running out with a black pen in its mouth!"

　　Feng Xinglang spoke leisurely, as if he was telling a story.

　　Wasn't this just telling a story? What kind of rat would run around the house with a pen in his mouth? This was clearly mocking her for being too childish when a lie came from Lin Xueluo, even mice with an IQ like hers couldn't stand watching this.