Chapter 32 Find You a Good Wife!

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This was the first time Xueluo saw the real Feng Lixin. It's just that she doesn't know it. It was also the first time she entered Feng Lixin's medical room.

The first feeling is cold. Several degrees lower than the temperature outside. A cold environment is more conducive to the care of Feng Lixin's skin.

But also mixed with the pungent disinfectant smell.

The room was dark. Xueluo vaguely saw Feng Lixin lying on the special hospital bed.

"Lixin..." She walked over and murmured. Tears rolled down instantly.

It's not that she's not strong enough, but that Feng Lixin, who is surrounded by various vital sign monitoring instruments, really makes people feel pity. Sigh that life is so fragile at this moment.

A fresh life, but bound by the cold medical equipment.

"Brother, are you alright?" Feng Xinglang leaned over and asked Feng Lixin who was on the hospital bed.

"I'm fine. Xueluo, did you scare you?" Feng Lixin looked at Xueluo, hissing caring sounds from his damaged vocal cords.

"Lixin, I'm not afraid anymore." Xueluo choked up. She followed Feng Xinglang and bent over. I can't tell what's different, I just feel that Feng Lixin at this moment is much more seriously injured than when he saw it the last two times. I could hardly even speak.

"Xueluo...Xinglang is injured, you and Dr. Xing, go and help him treat the wound first." Feng Lixin knew that Feng Xinglang had pretended to be him to scare Xueluo, but he didn't expose it. But he didn't seem to want to face Xueluo directly for a long time. A young heart makes him more or less inferior.

After confirming that Feng Lixin was safe and sound, Feng Xinglang left the medical room with Doctor Xiao Xing.

in the room.

The chestnut-shaped muscles of the man beautifully displayed the young and powerful smooth texture of the master. The healthy wheat-colored skin on the left shoulder was stained with dazzling bright red blood. The alternative sensibility and bloody beauty deeply attracted Xueluo's eyes. In the heartache and pity, there was also a little shyness.

The wound cut by the dagger was not deep, but it was ten centimeters long, which was shocking.

Xueluo followed Dr. Jin's assistant, Xiao Xing, to treat Feng Xinglang's wound. Disinfect, apply medicine, and stick a special wound patch of breathable bio-organic material that promotes healing.

"Second Young Master, keep your left shoulder away from water for at least two days."

After the wound was treated, the assistant Xiao Xing confessed and left the room with the medical tray. So, only Xueluo and Feng Xinglang were left in the room.

It is estimated that in order to avoid sweating, the temperature in the room was adjusted very low by Dr. Xing. Worried that the man would catch a cold, Xueluo carefully draped the nightgown on Feng Xinglang's shoulders, for fear of touching the wound on the man's left shoulder.

The woman's tenderness made Feng Xinglang look back: Xueluo with tears in his eyes is extraordinarily charming.

Blood and love have always had a mysterious force that complements each other and stimulates each other. Coupled with the woman's tears as the fuse, the most primitive emotion of the man rises. Ever since, the body swelled up due to excitement.

"Why are you still crying? Are you scared?" Feng Xinglang's voice was full of magnetism. Especially when he looked at Xueluo, his eyes were as bright as stars, and seemed to have a little bit of dark evil.

Xueluo pursed her refreshing red lips that were as lustrous as cherry blossoms, and said in a slightly hoarse weeping voice, "Feng Xinglang, thank you for blocking that knife."

The moving of a woman sometimes comes so suddenly. It's like you don't know when the baby will have a small tooth that makes the mother happy. The kind of touch in the depths of the soul is extraordinarily fragrant without any modification.

"Then how are you going to thank me? It would be too dishonest to just say it with words." Feng Xinglang's voice was deep.

Playful, he curled up his index finger and brushed Xueluo's delicate chin. He was sitting, and had a close encounter with Miaoman's chest. With the woman's breath, the heart-wrenching ups and downs.

Forcing men not to try their texture or taste!

Seeing the man's eyes and words becoming wicked again, Xueluo, who had gained a lot of wisdom after being in a trap, immediately took a step back reflexively, and responded to Feng Xinglang's unruly words in a vigilant tone.

"I plan, I plan to work with your elder brother to find you a good wife!" This is how Xueluo wanted to thank Feng Xinglang.

Find a woman for your husband? This idiot woman is really generous.

Feng Xinglang's sword-like brows were cold, he stood up, coupled with a vigorous pressure, he pressed Xueluo between the sofa and his chest.

He decided to do what he had just wanted to do: try her hand.

This is only the first step, and it can be regarded as punishment for her rude words. There are women in the world who are generous enough to find a woman for their husband? How much she, Lin Xueluo, looked down on him, Feng Xinglang!

"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing? Open it!" Xueluo panicked and wanted to push Feng Xinglang's muscular body. It's a pity that her slenderness made such pushing and shoving like a gnawing tree. On the contrary, it increases the friction and friction between each other. Breed more sentimental things.

"Lin Xueluo, don't you want to thank me? I want to ask for it myself!" The man was so charismatic that it made one's bones tingle.

Before Xueluo could resist again, his bony forefinger penetrated into her clothes, caressed heavily on half of her snow-white skin, then hooked the tip between her knuckles, and gently squeezed the tricky one. ...

This feel is really good to the extreme. It seemed that it was tailor-made for him, Feng Xinglang.

This pinching didn't hurt very much, but the itching pierced into the bone, causing fine and small pains. Xueluo once again realized that she was being taken lightly by this wicked man again!

"Feng Xinglang, you...you...you bastard! You dare to belittle me...you...are you worthy of your elder brother?" Xueluo was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't speak coherently.

"This can only be regarded as a relationship between a man and a woman at best! What's the matter with my elder brother?" Feng Xinglang simply covered Xueluo's side with one hand. It's just that the thick sponge made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Xueluo, who became angry from embarrassment, decided not to talk about any big truths with this man. Because this man simply cannot use a normal way of thinking to deal with this embarrassing question.

Therefore, Xueluo decided to let this man have a better memory. She gathered strength on her forehead, and then bumped towards Feng Xinglang's straight, three-dimensional nose.

Xueluo firmly believed that her forehead would be stronger than Feng Xinglang's bridge of nose.

It seemed that Xueluo, who was as gentle as a little sheep, would suddenly attack him, Feng Xinglang instinctively turned sideways to avoid it.

At the same time, Xueluo added another kick to the man's waist, and immediately got up from the sofa to be free.

Seeing the woman running towards the door of the room, Feng Xinglang, who was still unsatisfied and full of passion, sternly said, "Where are you going? You're going to give me a bath later!"