Ji Jue's voice was gentle and quiet, his heartbeat was natural and clear, and he wasn't lying when he heard it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the final analysis, he is actually a very gentle and kind person.

Only such a person can infinitely tolerate his spirit beast as useless and edible, and his temper is arrogant.

Feng Xingying felt very relieved, and fell asleep unconsciously.

She hadn't slept peacefully outside of space for a long time.

If there really is such an older brother, it seems to feel very good.

Feng Xingying even dreamed and saw his parents and relatives vaguely.

The picture in the dream gradually blurred, and Feng Xingying suddenly entered a familiar space.

With black trees and red leaves, she lay quietly in the hot spring, her body soaked in the warm water.

In the courtyard, the smoke curls up, giving people the warmth.

The faint aroma of porridge and rice spread, and the corners of Feng Xingying's lips showed a knowing smile.

The familiar figure is getting closer and closer, he is dressed in black like ink, his face is as cold as jade, sharp and angular as a knife, and his deep pupils reflect her figure.

Feng Xingying smiled at him unconsciously, and said softly: "Qin Molin, are you here to pick me up?"

He smiled at her and held out his hand to her.

Feng Xingying happily placed his hand in his palm.

With a slight tug, he dragged Feng Xingying out of the water.

Feng Xingying flew out of the water like a butterfly, hovering in the air, his wrist pulling hard and lightly, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.

The familiar temperature and familiar breath surround Feng Xingying's body.

She closed her eyes in obsession, and his kiss was like a flood bursting its banks and overwhelming.

His breath completely wrapped around her, spreading little by little.

Her breath, her lungs, were all him.

Familiar warmth and emotion, strange despair and sorrow.

Is this really, or is it still a dream?

Feng Xingying was a little confused.

If it's a dream, let it last longer.

"Qin Molin. Feng Xingying closed his eyes and wandered in the ocean of his breath.

Now he has endless tenderness, and his eyes are filled with pain and pity.

All the restraints on her body shattered at his fingertips, and she gently untied his shirt for him.

With a desperate madness, his hot and humid breath pounced on Feng Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying felt his body tighten suddenly, and his heat had entered.

His temperature, still familiar, wanted to set her on fire, ignite, and ignite again in desperation.

His impact again and again made Feng Xingying forget the time, place, and everything, and only immersed in the unforgettable heart he brought her.

She felt that her body was very light and soft, like rootless duckweed, cold and fluttering.

He immobilized her and warmed her heart with body heat.

Again and again, he sent her into the clouds.

She thought she could catch her breath, only to find that a new wave of conquest followed, sending her to a higher peak of the clouds.

"Qin Molin~~"

When she was emotional, she finally cried out mercilessly, and called his name over and over again in his repeated conquests.

Until, the scorching magma erupted, and Feng Xingying felt that hot current explode in his body, devouring souls.

"Starshadow, will you forgive me if I regret it?" his voice trembled with tenderness.

Yes?

A word was stuck in Feng Xingying's throat, and he was stuck for a long time but never spoke.

She heard Qin Molin's sigh.

Her heart ached suddenly.

and no longer conscious.

After Feng Xingying woke up, it was still the tent and the bed, and she was still the boy named Xiaoxing.

She could feel the hot temperature on her body, which belonged to Qin Molin's. There is also Qin Molin's breath.