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　　Chapter 138: Using All the Affections (2)

　　Even his pajamas were stained with blood. Feng Xinglang lowered his eyebrows.

　　"Did you buy her a woman's item? Why didn't you wake her up? " Feng Xinglang asked harshly.

　　"I didn't buy it …" How would I know how to buy it! I've never used that thing! Besides, how could a man like me buy that for a woman? " Ye Xiaonian frowned.

　　"Are you stupid? Can't you call a woman and ask her to go buy some?" Feng Xinglang rolled his eyes at Ye Xiaonian.

　　That's right. Ye Xiaonian was stunned. Why didn't he think of that?

　　Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt that something was amiss. Normally, if he had argued with Ye Xiaonian for so long, this woman would have long been in their midst. But today, the woman was exceptionally quiet.

　　He just lay there with his eyes closed. From time to time, some indistinct words would come out of his mouth, and his face would turn red. No matter how he looked at it, it was not normal.

　　"No …" Don't. Don't make a move against Ah Lang... Don't. I beg of you … Don't touch Ah Lang... "

　　The woman seemed to be caught up in a nightmare. She gripped the blanket under her with both hands, begging for help in pain. The 'Ah Lang' that she spoke of was definitely Feng Xinglang.

　　Feng Xinglang immediately moved closer and pressed his ear against the woman's lips, "Tell me, who is the person who is going to make a move on Ah Lang?"

　　He wanted to find out the whereabouts of the mastermind from the woman as she was caught up in the nightmare. Lan Youyou and his big brother Feng Lixin did not have any grudges or grievances, even if they were luring each other into a trap, it was still possible for them to seek for some money.

　　"I... I can't tell Ah Lang … I can't tell you! Ah Lang was not his match … Ah Lang will die. I don't want Ah Lang to die... I want Ah Lang to live a good life! "He's alive …"

　　In the nightmare, Lan Youyou suddenly cried out loud, his entire person seemed to have fallen into some kind of huge pain and was unable to extricate himself.

　　The woman's sickly babble was not an act at all; the crystal clear tears that rolled down from her eyes showed that she was in great pain at the moment.

　　Feng Xinglang subconsciously opened his palm to touch Lan Youyou's forehead, and was shocked: "It's that hot?"