"What do you say?" Feng Xingying looked like a poor rabbit at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Well, I've been with Sesame for a long time, pretending to be pitiful, Feng Xingying has learned a few percent.

"You'll speak. Qin Molin's voice had a demonic magnetism, like a wizard's spell.

Before Feng Xingying could come back to her senses, his familiar handsome face had already dilated infinitely in her pupils.

Feng Xingying couldn't help but retreat, but he stretched out his arm to tie her firmly.

His lips gnawed at her with a hint of vengeance, biting her lips into a line of bright blood.

He was hopeless, she had already felt it, and was not ready to resist.

Feng Xingying simply closed her eyes, letting the raindrop-like lip prints slide down her forehead, eyelids, nose tip, and lip flap.

With some surging meaning of punishment, he no longer cared about tenderness, and casually stripped off her clothes, and reached out to take her into the hot spring full of spiritual power.

The hot spring condensation in Qin Molin's space was the place where the aura of his entire space gathered, a bit like the flame pool in the Sealed Star Shadow Space.

This hot spring can not only assist in cultivation, but also treat spiritual injuries.

So every time Feng Xingying was injured before, he habitually put her in the hot spring.

This time, too.

And this time, Feng Xingying's body was very soft, and he didn't resist at all. Her face was affected by the mist, and a layer of pink was floating.

Encountering such a cooperative Feng Xingying, Qin Molin's heart originally wanted to punish her, but he unconsciously softened.

"You're alive, that's enough. As his fingertips slid over his icy muscles, his anger had all turned into passion.

He held her tightly in his arms, feeling her peculiarly cold body temperature, which seemed to iron out all his uneasiness.

Feng Xingying also opened his eyes at this time, looked at Qin Molin quietly, and stretched out his fingers to caress his thick eyebrows.

Her fingers were cold, and her movements were gentle, like soft aquatic plants brushing across his cheeks.

Qin Molin grabbed her hand and bit her finger gently. Along her arm, little by little.

Feng Xingying closed his eyes shyly again, until, little by little, he occupied her and led her into the realm of the clouds.

His movements are sometimes gentle as water, sometimes furious as fire.

It is as if the waves are crashing against the sand dunes in the heart, and like a thunderstorm washing over the earth.

He went crazy in her tenderness, and she sank in the rhythm he controlled.

At this moment, there is no waiting for the wilderness.

What made Qin Molin want to teach Feng Xingying a good lesson was that at this most instinctive moment of body communication, she could still practice!

"Am I not charismatic enough?"

"Nope. ”

"Then you think I'm not in good shape?"

"Not to mention, you're definitely the best!"

"What, do you still know about others?" Qin Molin punished again.

It's unreasonable!

Feng Xingying wanted to cry without tears, but she didn't find the key point of Qin Molin's vexatious trouble, and continued to run her Hehuan Palace exercises.

Even, Feng Xingying kindly reminded Qin Molin: "Have you looked at the inheritance of Hehuan Palace?"

Qin Molin hated it so much that she could only keep attacking, wanting to use this to disrupt the rhythm of her cultivation.

Feng Xingying finally reacted in hindsight, burst out laughing, and gave him a lame explanation:

"You're so powerful, I don't run the exercises, I'm really like ordinary people, I'll faint. ”

Qin Molin loved to listen to this sentence, he was finally willing to take a normal posture, and even cooperated with Feng Xingying in a good mood to let the spiritual power of the two of them merge, helping Feng Xingying stabilize the realm.