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Feng Xingying put on his nightgown and shook the water droplets on his hair comfortably.

Sure enough, there are miracles made by force, and sometimes powerful spiritual power is more effective than any panacea.

After Qin Molin used the wood spirit power to help her warm her wound just now, Feng Xingying felt that she was feeling better all of a sudden, and her body was much more relaxed.

Stretching his waist, Feng Xingying threw himself on the soft bed, hugged the quilt, and said to Qin Molin in a daze:

"Sleepy, sleep, good night. ”

"Good. ”

Wait a minute!

Why is the meaning of the same sentence different from what you understand?

When there was suddenly more people around him, Feng Xingying exploded, and asked depressedly, "Where is your room!"

"I can't sleep alone. "This hooligan excuse, Feng Xingying originally wanted to give him full marks.

But she was the one who was played as a hooligan, what is this called?

Feng Xingying pushed him helplessly: "Go back to sleep." ”

"Sleep together. Qin Molin stretched out his hand and circled the fried Fengxing Shadow in his arms: "I want to protect you at all times." ”

“……”

Another perfect score for a hooligan excuse!

"Qin Molin, you bastard, you must not have lost your memory, right?!" Feng Xingying was about to cry helplessly.

However, Qin Molin didn't care about how she fried her hair, she was only responsible for enclosing the fried kitten and sleeping by herself.

Partial life, he has a lot of strength, and Feng Xingying can't escape.

After Feng Xingying's attempt to blow up his hair, he could only lie down obediently.

After he calmed down, the vague and quiet silhouette in the semi-darkness always made Feng Xingying can't help but think of how quiet and beautiful he looked when he was locked in the ice coffin.

Her face was inexplicably red and writhed uneasily.

He seemed to sense her uneasiness, and reached out and patted her head like a big brother:

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt when you fall asleep. ”

He thought she was a sore wound!

But the action of his hand to press her head in his arms was just enough for her lips to be on his collarbone.

Damn it!

What are men doing with such a wicked?!

Feng Xingying wanted to cry without tears.

But he has even more demonic means.

His hand reached into her roomy dressing gown.

Affected by demon blood, Qin Molin's body temperature has always been higher than that of ordinary people, and holding him is more like holding a hot water bottle.

The temperature on his hands is like bathing in a hot spring.

Feng Xingying wanted to exhale comfortably, but then reacted to their ambiguity and wanted to resist.

She is a man now, and she doesn't want to bend Qin Molin suddenly.

She really wanted to shout at Sister Bee to save me, is it too late to regret it now?

The answer is: it's too late!

Qin Molin's hand slid down the cold skin of Feng Xingying's cold back, a little bit. Feng Xingying is the opposite of Qin Molin, her body is like an ice cube all year round, cool, but warm as jade.

Feng Xingying's heart was about to reach his throat.

Fortunately.

Qin Molin's fingers stopped after sliding into Feng Xingying's wound, and he tried his best to gently use the vein wood spiritual power to warm her wound.

"Well, it doesn't hurt that way. With his other hand, he patted Feng Xingying's little brain.

Feng Xingying could feel that Qin Molin's body temperature was also rising.

Damn, she couldn't move anymore.

But she can't control herself!

Especially Qin Molin's hand, which came into contact with her wound, fell gently and warmly on her back, making Feng Xingying even more numb.

But she couldn't explain anything.

She is now a young Ye Xing!

Qin Molin is just helping her heal as a big brother.