Chapter 1313 - Hiding Good Things

　　Feng Xinglang's figure was not bad. He was not as uninhibited as a bodybuilder, but the beauty of a man's power was not ambiguous either.

　　It was the kind that made one look thin when clothed and had muscles when undressing.

　　However, having been pampered in recent years had made his fat content a little higher; however, this did not affect his handsomeness and handsomeness.

　　"Looking for me?"

　　When he saw this kind of Feng Xinglang, Yan Bang's eyes instantly lit up by several times.

　　"Um... I gave you a chance to regain your manhood! "

　　Feng Xinglang swept a glance at Yan Bang, then pointed to the door and said meaningfully.

　　The prestige of a man? He always had one! And it was quite strong!

　　If he could let Yan Bang do whatever he wanted, he would definitely let him, Feng Xinglang, experience for himself what it meant to be a man!

　　However, it was just a figment of his imagination!

　　Yan Bang took a glance at the direction that Feng Xinglang was pointing, "What kind of good stuff are you hiding?"

　　"You'll know when you get in!"

　　Feng Xinglang picked up a few tissues and wiped the sweat trickling down his face uncontrollably.

　　"Lang, what happened to you?"

　　Yan Bang was not interested in the good stuff that was hidden in the resting room; his gaze was fixated on Feng Xinglang's abnormally bright and handsome face. Because at the moment, the temperature of the central air-conditioning system was lower than outside, yet Feng Xinglang was sweating so profusely?

　　Although Feng Xinglang had only taken a sip, that had not even been a third of the way through, and it was already a fifth of the way through. The coffee cup was not big, only a few mouthfuls, and at that time, Feng Xinglang's mouth was parched.

　　His reason was still online, but the reaction on his body was not something Feng Xinglang could control.

　　Feng Xinglang uncontrollably broke out in a cold sweat, while every cell of his was hooting and hooting about arrogantly, causing him to look somewhat irritated.

　　He was trying his best to restrain himself. He had to at least send her into the resting room to help her. Perhaps, he would have to help her first before he could be considered successful.

　　But Yan Bang did not head towards the resting area, but instead, walked towards Feng Xinglang who was seated on the main seat.

　　"Lang, are you having a fever? So much sweat! "

　　When he walked closer, he saw even more clearly that Feng Xinglang's white s.h.i.+rt was almost completely drenched in sweat.

　　Just as Yan Bang was about to reach out to touch his forehead, he was stopped by Feng Xinglang's violent hand.

　　"Scram!" Don't touch me! "