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　　Chapter 184: What a waste of clothes!

　　The Nanny An shook his head, unable to comprehend the situation. After giving a light sigh, he turned around and left with the bowl of beef soup.

　　He originally thought that the Second Young Master and his wife would get into a fight, but he never thought that they would reconcile so quickly! It had to be said that this Second Young Master was very elegant. He tamed the Second Young Master's Wife to the point that there was not even a single quarrel before he directly kissed her.

　　Actually, Nanny An did not care much whether the two enthusiasts in the room were using a bed or a desk. What she cared about was only the children of Feng Family. Just in case the little fellow was already pregnant inside Xueluo's wife's stomach, how uncomfortable would the cold and hard desk become?

　　Furthermore, he even used such a strange movement. How uncomfortable was this little fellow inside his mother's stomach?

　　Nanny An could not understand the young man's feelings and emotions, she only knew that the son of Feng Family was even more important.

　　Just as Nanny An had seen before: Feng Xinglang propped the woman up and gently placed her on the desk; because at such a height, she was even more captivating. The b.u.t.ton in front of Xueluo had already been released, and her beautiful figure leapt out, sketching out her curvaceous figure.

　　Feng Xinglang kissed it wantonly, like an emotional paintbrush, drawing the outline of Xueluo's face bit by bit. He kept bowing until it was full, arched, and perfectly fitting his handsome face.

　　The lines of his face were firm, which only served to accentuate the gentleness of women.

　　The night was quiet.

　　The clear night sky was filled with countless stars that peeked out from the darkness. The mist of the night permeated the air, creating a sticky atmosphere. Looking up at the sky, the bright stars were exceptionally clear. The distant stars were s.h.i.+ning like fragmented waves.

　　It was only until a painful sensation of being fiercely sipped that Xueluo finally regained his reason from his muddled consciousness.

　　Was he going crazy? How could he be so intimate with a man in such a weird manner? It was actually still on the desk! His clothes were already half an inch long, and could not cover half of his upper body due to Feng Xinglang's devilish claws. The man was dressed neatly as he stood in front of the desk.

　　Xueluo suddenly felt that he was extremely useless. A single kiss from a man was enough to make her feel so moved.