Chapter 217: Men's suffocation

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Snow fell so scared that the atmosphere didn't dare to mess up. Worried about being careless, the man left himself in the car.
He had a wild beast, it was just a matter of pulling pants, and there was still a small life of only eight weeks in his stomach. He couldn't afford to play with him, and he couldn't let him do whatever he wanted.
"Feng, Feng Xinglang, what do you want to do? You ... don't mess around. I have explained what I just explained, and I have confessed to you wrong."
Although I was very dissatisfied, Xue fell on the words but had a low profile: I have given up to this, what do you think of Xinglang Lang!
"But my fire ... hasn't died yet!"
Feng Xinglang whispered his voice, and deliberately brushed the breath in his mouth on the snow-falling cheek to make the distance between them narrower because of his breath. In a small space, other ambiguous flows.
Xue Luo felt that the air around him seemed to be breathed by this man, leaving only his breath. Make her have to breathe his breath full of lungs, let her whole person be wrapped in his male hormones.
This atmosphere really made Xue Luo panic. The man's fire hasn't gone out yet? What kind of fire is this fire?
If Lin Xueluo had changed a few months ago, she would have thought that it would be a simple man's anger; but with this shameless man for a long time, his ears and eyes were stained with his coquettish words and behaviors. Emotional aspects to associate!
"Feng Xinglang, should I get out of the car and buy you an ice cream to lower the fire?"
The snow fell whispered to discuss with Feng Xinglang. Buying ice cream is just an excuse. The ultimate purpose of Xue Luo is, of course, to escape from Feng Xinglang's clutches. She couldn't bear his fire.
"Ice cream or something, how could I get my fire from Feng Xinglang? Lin Xueluo, I think you are the best tool to fire!"
Just say it, Feng Xinglang has always been so resolute. Before Snowfall could react, Feng Xinglang bullied him and put Snow in his arms again.
This time, he didn't kiss her or kiss her; instead ... he fixed his two slim legs with one of his strong legs, and let Xue No matter how hard Luo is struggling, he cannot move at all.
"Feng Xinglang, what do you want to do? You let me go!" Xue Luo was trembling. Men's suffocation, she has taught.
Xue Luo didn't dare to make great efforts. The doctor said that in the first three months, he must pay attention to his body not to be able to exert force, nor to allow external forces to hurt himself, and he must always take care of it.
Of course, there is the following warning that makes Xue Luo blush and heartbeat: Just don't do too close things with the child and his father.
Xue Luo is already an expectant mother, and of course she knows what the overly intimate things in the doctor's mouth refer to.
She Lin Xueluo knows what's so useful. The key is that the man who is as strong as a cow is suppressing himself. He doesn't know!
"What am I going to do, you'll know in a while."
One hand of Feng Xinglang had penetrated into the snow-fall knitting sweater pendant. Instead of going up, he went straight down.
Because of the fear of being small and big, Xiao Xuemiao was not wearing tight jeans these days, but changed a pair of loose sports pants. In this way, it is more convenient for Feng Xinglang's shameless hand.
The big boned hands were not all the way into the loose snow pants. Xue Luo's judgment was wrong. She thought that Feng Xinglang's hand would go up, but didn't want to go straight down.
When Xue Luo withdrew her hands from above to protect the casual track pants, Feng Xinglang's big hand had already invaded.
Not only casual clothes, but also Xiaonei inside, Feng Xinglang's large hands were all covered on the soft things falling in the snow.
"Ah ... Feng Xinglang, you bastard, what are you doing!"
Xue Luo panicked, and dragged Feng Xinglang's big hand into his hands, and tightly closed his feet to prevent further invasion by the man.
Feng Xinglang took a heavy squeeze on the soft and covered things, "Why, didn't you say you're here for a holiday? What big aunt is that, can you walk faster? Is the shadow gone? "
"Or ... you're lying!"
Feng Xinglang became suffocated. His hands were as suffocating as his men, deliberately invading her soft spots of shame, preventing her from closing her feet. But he refused to take away his wrongdoing hand.
"Feng Xinglang, you take your hand away!"
Xue Luo was ashamed and flushed. The brute force of men, she couldn't shake. There is a kind of helplessness that is called "Everyday should not," and "Earth to earth".
"Can you afford it to deceive me? Or, do you particularly want me to punish you this way?"
Feng Xinglang's evil voice came over like a curse; Xue Luo was ashamed and angry, and couldn't pull the man's wrongdoing hand away, and the other hand of the man ... He's so surprised Get her Hungarian!
This kind of sweater is originally loose and coupled with the man's rudeness, it is even more torn. The front of Hungary is in a state of desire, and Xue Luo is almost tortured by this man's drama died!
"Feng Xinglang, you can't do this to me! If you do this, how can you make your brother feel bad? Or is your respect for your big brother all hypocritical?"
There was no way snow could fall, but Feng Lixin could come out to stop the man's magic. She was so convinced that the man's waist was not, at any time, even in a car, when he wanted to toss her, he was transformed into a beast without a code of conduct.
"What about pulling my brother again? Didn't I tell you how many times, even you are my brother stuffing me! The more intimate we are, the more happy and happy he will be."
This is indeed a difficult technical task. Feng Xinglang replaced his sloppy hand with his thin lips, almost arching the entire upper body of the snow falling into a beautiful curve.
It was just a sentence, but Feng Xinglang deliberately refused to say the words that could be made clear to the world. It seems that he enjoys the fact that women are suffering from moral torture, but they are getting deeper and deeper in his love network.
Perhaps in Feng Xinglang's view, women's feelings beyond moral constraints will be more exciting!
Of course, there is an objective situation that must be ruled out: maintaining this state temporarily is conducive to Lin Xue's low eyelids falling alive!
If Lan Youyou knew that Lin Xueluo was married to him, Fengxing Lang, that vicious woman with a heart like a viper would not use Lin Xueluo as a gun target! I don't know how this woman died!