Chapter 281 You Can't Move Your Mouth!

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Did I miss that woman so much that I had hallucinations?

Feng Lixin's eyes were tightly locked on Lan Youyou's body, and he couldn't move away no matter what. He couldn't tell whether the woman in front of him was real or imaginary, but none of them could stop him from staring deeply at this woman.

Feng Xinglang followed Feng Lixin's almost straightened eyes to look over, but he saw Lan Youyou who appeared at the door.

She was wearing a knee-length sapphire blue dress. Under the late autumn evening wind, she felt a little fairy-like, but also felt cold.

Sometimes, I have to admire Lan Youyou's capriciousness: when she wants to wear a certain dress, she never disregards the season. As long as she wanted to wear it, she would still wear this long dress, even if it was winter and snowy.

Because this long dress was worn when she and Feng Xinglang met for the first time.

At that moment, Feng Xinglang was amazed by Lan Youyou's beauty, which was beyond human.

But now, it seems that the original innocence is missing. No matter how beautiful and charming the woman in the long skirt is, in Feng Xinglang's eyes, it is branded with an indelible vicious label!

"Yuyou, you're back."

Although Feng Xinglang's words were unclear, they were filled with true feelings.

Lan Youyou glanced lightly at Feng Xinglang who was staring at her, and walked towards Feng Lixin who was in the wheelchair with unsteady steps.

Feng Xinglang didn't understand why Lan Youyou would return to the Feng family!

But he seemed to understand again!

One thing is certain, Lan Youyou will not do anything to hurt his elder brother Feng Lixin for the time being.

Lan Youyou leaned on Feng Lixin's wheelchair and half-knelt at his feet, spread her soft black hair on Feng Lixin's knees, and then leaned her head on it.

She didn't speak, and there was no need to speak. This action is enough to express her meaning.

"Yuyou, what's the matter? Is the injury on the back of your hand better?"

Lan Youyou suddenly got close to him at zero distance, Feng Lixin seemed a little uncomfortable, he raised his hand high, not knowing whether he should touch it or not.

Lan Youyou showed Feng Lixin the back of her hand that was cut by a wooden thorn two days ago for smashing the door and catching rape. The above wound has healed, leaving only a light red scar.

"Doctor Jin has medicine for removing scars. Your wound is small, and the scars will be completely removed in a few days!"

Lan Youyou didn't speak, but quietly leaned sideways on Feng Lixin's knee.

But her eyes kept falling on Feng Xinglang who was watching her every move.

There was no verbal communication between the two, only sharp or tender gazes.

The sharp one is Feng Xinglang, and the tender one is Lan Youyou.

"I shouldn't have humiliated you so much the day before yesterday. I know I was wrong... Please forgive me!"

Lan Youyou leaned her head on Feng Lixin's knees, but her eyes were fixed on Feng Xinglang's uncertain handsome face.

Perhaps only Feng Xinglang could hear it: Lan Youyou's admission of a mistake was aimed at him.

"Yuyou, it's okay, I'm not angry. You don't have to be sad, I'm really not angry."

Feng Lixin repeatedly comforted the woman who was apologizing sadly. The hand that was raised all the time, but never came down.

In Feng Lixin's eyes, Lan Youyou's beauty is breathtaking, and her holiness is almost sacrosanct.

He didn't want to touch Lan Youyou's perfection with his flawed and imperfect hands.

Feng Xinglang's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he forgave, but also didn't seem to forgive. Lan Youyou was a little confused.

Seeing Feng Lixin's eyes that were as silent as a pool of stagnant water rippling with excitement, excitement, and nervousness, Feng Xinglang knew that he couldn't drive away this woman who threw herself into her arms!

That would kill my eldest brother Feng Lixin!

Even if it doesn't kill him, his heart will sink forever!

Feng Xinglang didn't want to see his elder brother Feng Lixin live like a walking corpse in the second half of his life, without spiritual sustenance and faith in life.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang acquiesced in his staying, Lan Youyou stopped resting on Feng Lixin's knees and immediately got up from his feet.

"Lixin, I'm hungry and I want to eat."

Lan Youyou's winking eyes are like silk, but the words she can say carry such a cute and sweet hint of coquettishness.

"Okay, Aunt An, set the table quickly."

Feng Lixin was immersed in a kind of excitement that only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals. No matter what kind of request Lan Youyou puts forward, he can't wait to do his best to satisfy her.

"Alright young master, I'll set the table right away." Nanny An responded quickly.

Lan Youyou's words made the Feng family busy again.

Although Nanny An has a sense of fear towards Lan Youyou, a woman who is unpredictable and has a weird temper, but she is the beloved woman of the young master Feng Lixin after all, and Nanny An still welcomes her back to the Feng family very much.

At least the young master Feng Lixin's mood will become clearer!

Lan Youyou walked towards the dining table, Feng Lixin's gaze was always entangled.

While Feng Xinglang came forward to push the wheelchair, Feng Lixin said in a low voice: "Xinglang, call Xueluo back. I will apologize to her on behalf of Youyou!"

"You don't have to apologize to anyone!"

Feng Xinglang sternly said that he couldn't stand Feng Lixin's overflowing kindness that was always thinking of others.

Worried that Feng Lixin would think too much, Feng Xinglang then comforted him: "This mountain cannot accommodate two tigers! Let alone two tigresses! Just let that silly Xiaobai live in the school for a few days!"

Feng Lixin was amused by Feng Xinglang's words, and nodded slightly, "Alright! After a few days, I'll go to school and bring Xueluo back!"

*****

The warm water, like a woman's passionate little hands, flows through every inch of a man's vigorous body.

A man who locks the door after taking a shower is unavoidably hypocritical.

Especially in your own home. Moreover, he, Feng Xinglang, was the kind of rebellious and untamed master.

But some people are not aware of it.

Of course, in Lan Youyou's words, perhaps she never had to be self-conscious and reserved.

When Lan Youyou pushed open the bathroom door, Feng Xinglang was taking a shower. In fact, he had already noticed when she walked into the bedroom.

He didn't make any evasive movements, let alone conceal his physique.

Feng Xinglang just let the water flow over his muscular body like no one else, and was honest in the greedy eyes of the woman.

A pair of hands, like soft and boneless tentacles, landed on Feng Xinglang's chest, and then slowly descended, and then descended. So detailed that I want to measure the size of a man with my fingers, accurate to millimeters, microns!

"Feng Xinglang... You have such a good figure that people want to bite a few bites!"

Lan Youyou made no secret of her liking for Feng Xinglang. From the first time she saw Feng Xinglang, she knew that this man belonged to her Lan Youyou!

"Speak up if you have something to say, don't touch your hands! Let alone move your mouth!"

Feng Xinglang turned off the shower head, and took a towel to wipe off the water droplets on his head.