When he first saw her, he was really tempted by the primitive smell of blood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that he likes her, and it's true.

Qin Molin's last string of reason was tempted by this demonic blood lip, and his eyes completely turned blood red.

He pounced desperately, sucking the blood from her lips with a deadly enchantment.

With every trace of blood flowing, Feng Xingying could feel a trace of weakness.

But she endured the pain, stubbornly stood in place, gave up the protection of spiritual power, and really felt the pain like an ordinary person.

The shackles on Feng Xingying's body have been untied at some point, but he doesn't have the slightest freedom of movement.

Because he held her firmly in his arms, instead of those spiritual powers, and encircled her in his arms, his restraints were tighter than binding.

Qin Molin's eyes also became more and more red, and his breath carried a terrifying sense of despair.

Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but he didn't seem to have any strength.

He's a little subconscious. He also knew to take her into a room and throw her in a fur chaise longue in the room.

The chaise longue cushioned softly under Feng Xingying's body, but he pounced on him like a beast and pressed down fiercely.

Qin Molin could no longer control his emotions, and while constantly sucking her blood through the wound at the corner of her lips, although the amount was small, he was not tired of it.

And his hands and feet didn't stop, violently tearing her clothes apart and crushing her.

Feng Xingying pushed him desperately, this kind of humiliation was not what Feng Xingying wanted. Such a beastly Qin Molin is not what Feng Xingying wants to see.

However, whether it is her blood or herself, she has the most deadly and direct temptation for him.

Blood, like a trickle, entered his mouth, staining his lips a bewitching purple.

And his hot iron also swelled to the limit again, and attacked the city roughly.

"Ahh

Feng Xingying screamed in pain.

Without any foreplay, without any cooperation and emotion, Feng Xingying felt the pain like a crack, she trembled all over, and subconsciously grabbed the sheets and clung to them.

She didn't want to catch Qin Molin because she hated him now.

But Qin Molin relied on his body's instincts, again and again, brutally inflicting endless pain on her, endlessly.

Until, those pains turn into numbness, habit, and shame.

Feng Xingying stubbornly resisted not wanting to make a sound, but she still couldn't help but spill a few syllables from between her teeth from time to time.

It really hurts, he was already bigger and longer than normal people, and now he is even more uncontrollable and completely rough possessive.

What he brought to her was no longer enjoyment, but torture.

Feng Xingying hated herself the most, she actually got used to this pain and size after gradually getting used to it, and let him go in and out wantonly.

This time, without warning, it was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and a hailstone fell overwhelmingly.

Feng Xingying endured silently, endured, and didn't know when it would end.

Every trace of pain made her more aware of how powerless she was and what kind of shame he brought her.

The shame of the body can never match the endless despair of the heart.

Once, how much she loved him, and now how much she hates.

Every trace of pain in Feng Xingying seemed to remind her that this was her own effort, and it was a sin that she should atone for. She deserves it, and she doesn't do what she can't do.

Feng Xingying looked at the man on her body who was so strange that she felt terrible, this man with blood pupils who had been completely controlled by demon blood, and actually sneered in pain.

This is Qin Molin.