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From the corners of her lips, her bun, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her ears, all the way to her neck.

Even though he was controlled by desire, he still wanted to be as gentle as possible with her.

Because Feng Xingying is the person he doesn't want to hurt the most.

If it were someone else, he would rather kill the other person than release himself like this.

Little by little, Feng Xingying's body was also ignited.

Huan Yisan's medicinal power made her extremely sensitive.

Especially after the clouds dissipated, looking at Qin Molin's bewitching and picturesque face, his concentration, his emotion, and everything he did were all because of her.

This feeling also fascinated her.

He's getting hotter and hotter.

All around her is his temperature.

She no longer felt that she was in an ice spring, but in a hot current created for her by Qin Molin.

The feeling of comfort makes her emotional.

Huan Yisan is pervasive.

It magnifies a person's senses and emotions more than a hundredfold.

Just a little praise can make people feel uncomfortable.

What's more, in Feng Xingying's heart, I don't know when he has already lived in his shadow.

She likes his temperature, she likes the feeling of being held by her, she likes everything about him, she can't help it.

Just like him, a person with strong self-control, only in the face of Feng Xingying, will he lose control and fall into forgetfulness.

Little by little, his kiss licked Feng Xingying's neck, igniting the last bit of her sanity.

Especially when she saw his angular thin lips, gently biting her soaked tulle skirt, that kind of picture was even more difficult to control.

But Feng Xingying still closed her eyes suddenly, took a deep breath, and the cold and biting ice spring water followed the air into her chest.

Feng Xingying's hands were like electricity, and the two of them had already pierced a slender silver needle on their bodies.

Qin Molin's eyes gradually returned to clarity.

From the bewitching blood red to the deep and dark black.

He looked at her quietly, but his hand was not withdrawn, still stuck in her black hair, holding her small head.

There was a faint wound in his eyes.

Feng Xingying also regained his clarity, his eyes were like water, but he didn't dare to look at Qin Molin's direction.

She knew he was angry.

Her refusal broke his heart.

He thought she was the same.

He doesn't say it, she understands it.

But she didn't say it, did he understand?

He just looked at Feng Xingying so quietly, everything around him became a dead silence, there was no sound of flowing water, no cicadas chirping and frogs chirping, and even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

Yes, just the heartbeat of the two of them.

It's as if the whole world is just the two of them.

He was still silent, still quietly looking at Feng Xingying's dodging eyes.

"I'm sorry. It was Feng Xingying who spoke first, she raised her head calmly, met his eyes as deep as a galaxy, and said calmly:

"I just don't want to give you that kind of self. ”

Qin Molin still looked at Feng Xingying and was silent.

The inexplicable pressure made Feng Xingying's heart heavy, but she didn't dodge this time, and looked at his eyes quietly, calmly.

"Me too. He hooked his lips and smiled, melting all the ice and snow in an instant: "I never intended to use you to relieve my demon blood. ”

Demon blood?

I see.

Qin Molin's frequent symptoms turned out to be demon blood.

Demon blood-assisted cultivation used to be a hot topic in Yunxi Continent, but unfortunately, all those who swallowed demon blood were not spared in the end, all of them were demonized and reduced to monsters who lost their minds, not even as good as demonic beasts.

"I'm going to be fine. ”

"I'm not going to let you have anything to do. ”

The two spoke almost at the same time.