"Heh......"

Feng Xingying sneered: "This kind of excuse to deceive a three-year-old child, don't take it out to be embarrassing." I have no obligation to help you www.biquge.info I will leave first, if you want to convince him, you had better tell the truth. ”

Feng Xingying turned around and left.

There was a look of surprise on the man's face.

Although Feng Xingying said that he would not help him, he mentioned the most critical point.

Next, he knew what to do.

……

Feng Xingying returned to the Royal Academy, sat down in his courtyard, and took a long-lost Rue brand food with chopsticks, and ushered in someone.

"Are you leaving?" Feng Xingying had already guessed that he would leave.

His heart is not as cold as those people think.

"Hmm. Qin Molin wanted to speak and stopped, staring at Feng Xingying's bright lips, the atmosphere was a little strangely hot.

Obviously, he didn't come...... How can I see her, I can't control myself inexplicably.

"Do you want to send it?" Feng Xingying's eyebrows curled, and the smile on the corner of his lips overflowed.

"Yes. He nodded: "It's better to send me home." ”

Feng Xingying gave him a big roll of his eyes: "Let's go, don't send it." ”

Feng Xingying was self-aware, she, a newly advanced Great Spirit Master, was not at all comparable to any of the guards such as Qin Eleven's in Qin Molin's family, and even the servant who knelt down and begged at Qin Molin's feet.

With her strength, is she going to be a burden to him, or is she going to be looked down upon?

Feng Xingying's little temper, she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

He looked at her deeply, and without her explanation, he already understood.

It's as if she is who she once was, and her thoughts and pride are all things he has experienced.

A gust of wind blew, spilling a patch of crimson.

A few fresh petals fell on Feng Xingying's sideburns, dotting her long black hair with a few dusty colors.

He looked at her and just wanted to engrave her at this moment in his heart.

Feng Xingying pursed her lips, but there was no smile on her face. She just looked at him, forcibly suppressing that little emotion in her heart.

Qin Molin could no longer control his heart, he reached out domineeringly and dragged her into his arms.

Her little head hit his chin, but he didn't feel pain, just a bone-crushing unbearability.

He suppressed the heat in his heart as much as he could, and held her face as gently as he could.

His pupils were dark and deep, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Feng Xingying actually forgot to escape, just quietly, looking at the man in front of him.

His face is already so familiar in the morning, but every time he looks at it, he will still be amazed. Under his thick black eyebrows, his eyelashes are like two small fans, obviously just quietly there, but they can touch people's hearts.

His pupils are dark and deep, as if they contain all kinds of stars, and people can't help but fall into them.

His angular cheeks, like jade carved by a knife, are delicate and moist, especially those thin lips, exuding seductive heat, tempting people to approach and pick.

Feng Xingying is obviously a person with high self-control, but he is inevitably tempted by him like this, and his body twists gently and impatiently.

He could clearly feel every inch of her changes, from her eyes to her body temperature, to the flush that crept up on her cheeks.

For the success of seducing the star shadow, Qin Molin was very satisfied.

He whispered in her ear, "Are you satisfied?"

"What?" Feng Xingying turned his face in embarrassment.

"This king has said, you are allowed to see, you don't need to peek. He whispered in her ear, his voice soft and low, with a hint of depression.