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　　Chapter 691 - Here! This is your service fee!

　　Most women enjoy the process of being loved and the feeling of being loved.

　　And most men pursued that moment of excitement to the bone.

　　Under the neon lights, the Shen City looked like a veil covered with a layer of l.u.s.t.

　　When Xueluo woke up, it was already evening.

　　The soul was comfortable, but the body was not so satisfying, as if it had been crushed.

　　It was as if all the energy in his body had been completely drained by this man. His entire body was listless and listless, unable to muster up any energy.

　　However, in a certain aspect, he seemed to have received great satisfaction: he was as warm and peaceful as the sun.

　　"... Nuonuo! "

　　A tiny figure appeared in Xueluo's mind. She, who loved her son dearly, sat up straight.

　　When the cool feeling hit him, Xueluo subconsciously curled his body. Beside her was a man who was also sleeping soundly.

　　His handsome appearance and clear and cold facial features lacked the unrestrained evil intent of the day, adding an additional touch of the gentle beauty of a man.

　　Until this moment, Xueluo still had not recovered from his thoughts: How did I get pounced on by this man?

　　The soreness and fatigue all over his body was like a feedback. This man had really fallen asleep. He even slept soundly.

　　Oh my G.o.d, Lin Xueluo, where is your modesty?

　　But why not think the opposite: he had slept with this man all by himself!

　　Feng Xinglang, a handsome and rich man, and the key was that he was still the father of his child. Wouldn't it be great if he could sleep with him?

　　Alright, thinking about it like this, Xueluo relaxed a little, and was no longer as depressed as before.

　　In short, this man was not bad at all. If she slept with him, she wouldn't lose out!

　　"Feng Xinglang, wake up … It is already dark, so we have to go and fetch Nuonuo. "

　　Xueluo held onto the duvet tightly, covering the spring scene on her chest tightly. She pushed and shoved the man who was sleeping soundly, anxiously wanting to find her child.

　　Compared to the man who kept running trains with his mouth wide open, her son Linnuo was the one that she, Lin Xueluo, relied on more.

　　The man mumbled lazily as he turned his body, suppressing the woman that was nagging in his ear.

　　As she chewed and swallowed, a few beautiful red marks were left on her cheeks.