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　　Chapter 226: The Charm of the Demons

　　Xueluo mechanically maintained his still posture.

　　But in the next second, Xueluo felt that this silence made her too sad. As Xueluo woke up from his dreams, the feeling became clearer and clearer. She would obviously feel the uncomfortable thing in Feng Xinglang's mouth squeezed somewhere inside her.

　　Suddenly, like a frightened bird, Xueluo tried his best to avoid the thing that was uncomfortable to her, but Feng Xinglang's arms were even more dangerous than the Tightening Curse. As soon as she moved, he kept her. And the hoop was still around her stomach.

　　Xueluo was afraid that the man's unintentional brute force would harm the little girl in his stomach. He hurriedly spread out his hands and placed them between his stomach and the man's arms, trying to protect the little thing in his stomach as much as possible.

　　"Feng Xinglang, I want to get up. Let go. "

　　Xueluo said gently. He did not question why he was here, and how he slept on the same sofa with Feng Xinglang.

　　But he sent a subtle feedback to Xueluo on his body. The man really kept his word, he really didn't touch her last night.

　　Of course, the arm around her waist didn't count. This clash did not have the same meaning.

　　That's why the Chinese text is so profound. It was just one word, but when used in a different place, it had a different meaning.

　　"Seeing you sleep so soundly last night, I couldn't bear to touch you. You should at least sleep with me for a while. As a consolation prize! "

　　The man's voice was pleasant, deep and soothing like a cello. He was playing the long tail again, and it was so alluring.

　　If he didn't touch her, would he have to give her a consolation prize?

　　Then after being hugged by someone for the entire night, who would he seek for the consolation prize?

　　This man was so pretentious that he didn't even know what his surname was!

　　"Feng Xinglang, I need to go to the washroom. "I'm getting anxious!"

　　Such an excuse might be vulgar, but it was the most effective one. Feng Xinglang turned his body, returning the freedom of the woman below him.

　　Xueluo hurriedly pushed himself out of the blanket, but all of a sudden he realized that he was also missing an inch, but not a single inch of him was left for her.

　　As he was feeling embarra.s.sed and thirsty, Xueluo started to look around the room to find anything that could cover his body. The clothes that belonged to her, had already disappeared without a trace. The entire wardrobe to the side, was only's clothes.