At night, Feng Xingying fell into a dream again.

It was still the same scene, and the location was still the space of Qin Molin, which she was familiar with.

His embrace was real and warm, and she was addicted and reluctant to wake up.

His kisses intoxicated her.

His eyes were dark and deep, with indescribable pain:

"Feng Xingying, you won, I can't do without you anymore. After a long kiss, he said.

"Because I like you, I want to connect with you night and night, and I want to send you to the top of happiness. He said as he entered her body.

"I just want to love you well. He said this as he sent her into the clouds.

"Can you give me another chance?" he said.

"Your body still retains my temperature. You don't want to forget me, do you?"

"Why don't you speak? Do you still hate me?"

"I want to be there for you all the time. ”

Qin Molin in the dream is completely different from the past. He is so little to say, he can actually put love words on his lips.

In the past, Feng Xingying felt that these sensual love words were all weapons used by men to coax women.

But after hearing Qin Molin's desperate and affectionate words, she knew that he was sincere.

Her heart, why does it hurt so much, it hurts so much.

After that, he stopped talking and concentrated on communicating with her physically.

Long, silent.

In the air, only the sound of PP water remains, like the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

Anyway, this is a dream, and the heart of the star shadow is also flying higher and higher.

Forget the time, forget the place, forget herself.

She cooperated with him completely, with the same despair.

The clouds and rain live, and the sunny days are solstice.

But it is doomed to separation.

None of them wanted to say goodbye.

Qin Molin sighed, with some bitterness in his voice:

"Feng Xingying, if you haven't forgotten me, can you promise me one thing. ”

Feng Xingying looked up at him.

His facial features are still so cold and exquisite, like a work of art. The lines of his body are still fascinating. But his eyes are full of sorrow, and if he is not careful, it will sting people's hearts.

Feng Xingying lowered his head and was silent.

"Can you promise me that you won't accept other men until you have completely forgotten me. Qin Molin's voice was as soft as possible, but he couldn't suppress the slightest tremor.

Feng Xingying was inexplicably soft-hearted.

She wanted to say that she wanted to stay at all costs, she didn't want to care about anything, she just wanted to be with him.

But she couldn't, she knew she would regret it.

Feng Xingying just nodded mechanically. Not even a justification.

Could it be that in Qin Molin's heart, she is such a person who can change his mind so easily? Could it be that he doesn't believe her so much?

Feng Xingying's heart seemed to be choked by something, and he was depressed and uncomfortable.

But still, before she knew it, fell asleep.

Inside the account.

Ji Jue opened his eyes suddenly.

He also wondered, why did he fall asleep when he was obviously thinking about guarding her?

When he raised his eyes and saw the sleeping little man on the bed, he was relieved.

This is his tent, and no one should be allowed to enter.

Feng Xingying in his sleep, his pretty face was crimson, and his body exuded a seductive fragrance and the fragrance of temptation.

This fragrance, like a blooming flower, beckons to bees and butterflies.

Ji Jue was a normal man, and a hint of doubt flashed on his face, but he quickly suppressed it.

Damn, at that moment, he actually remembered a scene in Peach Blossom House.

He also hated himself like that, and he couldn't hurt and blaspheme her.

Because Ji Jue knew that in that way, he would lose her.

(Battlefield Literature)