Let's just say that a small prince of the Great Calendar Kingdom can raise seven side concubines and dozens of beautiful maids, and those people from hidden families live a life of arrogance and luxury.

What's more, he is the most honorable Tongtian Pavilion Lord in the entire continent? His existence is more noble than the emperor, and there are destined to be many women like Ling Chuxue, who don't want to be named, as long as they stay by his side.

And Qin Molin's demon blood, the best way to detoxify is actually a woman, which is why his mother always wants Ling Chuxue to stay by his side.

In that way, once he gets sick, he can detoxify at any time, which is the most selfish and correct way.

But this is not the life that Feng Xingying wants.

That's why she came to the fan-shaped island alone, to escape, but also to smooth out her heart knot.

Qin Molin didn't know Feng Xingying's thoughts, he only came to find her when she was angry with Ling Chuxue.

Fortunately, he came, otherwise if the Feng Xingying in this state was picked up by others, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Qin Molin didn't care because he cared, so his confidence in Feng Xingying was also greatly reduced.

Feng Xingying's concentration, how could it be controlled by ordinary medicines? If it weren't for Qin Molin, how could she become like this?

If it were a different person, Feng Xingying would definitely enter his own space and torture his body with extreme ice.

But now, she doesn't want to think about it so much, and she doesn't want to control herself, and she feels a little bit of self-indulgence.

Feng Xingying's little hand restlessly began to pull at Qin Molin's clothes, obviously thinking that those clothes were in the way.

"The costume is so annoying, why is it so difficult to take off?" Feng Xingying was about to cry.

The fabric of modern clothes is light and thin, the structure is simple, and you can almost be honest with each other when you pull and pull.

But the fabric of Qin Molin's body is the best heavenly silk that is difficult to cut even with a sword, and the structure of his clothes is complicated, so he can't take it off at all!

"Why don't you take off mine so fast, I can't take off yours!" Feng Xingying's little face flushed, and there was a cute willfulness on his face.

Qin Molin chuckled, and finally couldn't hold back, and before she cried stupidly, he waved his hand and stripped the clothes on both of them.

He whispered in her ear, "I'll wait for you." ”

"Hmph. Don't think I won't!" Feng Xingying was provoked, and he pounced on him with great fighting spirit.

Spring, in old dreams.

One night, no sleep.

When Feng Xingying woke up, he still remembered his madness last night.

Because he wasn't drunk, he was drugged.

But she's so proactive, she's really shy.

Feng Xingying covered his face in the quilt, a little afraid to face Qin Molin.

Fortunately, Qin Molin seemed to know that Feng Xingying was shy, as if she had amnesia, dressed neatly in a black robe, and lifted her quilt with a noble and elegant face:

"Don't you want to drink? I've got you fruit wine. ”

"Oh. Feng Xingying secretly looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and found that he was not unusual, so he obediently got up and went to the dinner table with him.

The dining table is in the yard and can get the sun.

The morning sun shines on the face with a slight warmth that is not aggressive, and it is very comfortable.

Qin Molin's breath was clean but mellow, and it smelled very comfortable.

The breakfast he makes, just like his people, tends to perfection.

It's just that today, I made a special trip to prepare an extra glass of fruit wine for Feng Xingying.

Translucent white crystals, amber liquor, shimmering in the sunlight with a charming hue.

Before he could enter the mouth, Feng Xingying couldn't help but lick his tongue.

Like, it's a nice look.