Feng Xingying didn't know how long this kind of Ling Chi's punishment lasted, she only knew that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and later, it was just her body's instinct that was entangled with him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even, Qin Molin's domineering is that when she obviously does not cooperate and resists, he can still send her to the clouds.

That is, what she didn't want, the pinnacle of shame.

Feng Xingying was defeated and retreated again and again in this battle, both physically and mentally.

In the end, she gradually lost her instincts, and only knew that her heart was dripping blood, because she could feel that her body was really ashamed to cooperate with him.

Her lips rang out again with indulgence in the bliss he had brought.

It wasn't what she wanted, she was like a passerby, watching another stranger rejoice under him.

The most amazing thing is that after she fainted, she was subconsciously running that set of absorption exercises, forcibly converting the spiritual power on Qin Molin's body to herself.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's strength is too weak, and this transformation power can't shake Qin Molin's foundation.

After a pouring rain, lightning and thunder, Qin Molin finally came to her senses after leaving the hottest magma in her body with satisfaction.

He looked at the little man who had fainted in his arms, and his heart was extremely distressed.

Her lips, waist, and legs were stained with blood, revealing his sin.

Qin Molin's heart ached inexplicably.

"Why?" he said, puzzled, as he ran his finger across her paper-white cheek.

She hurts in her body, and he hurts in her heart.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, his dark eyes were full of sadness.

He carefully picked up Feng Xingying's thin body, walked out step by step, walked into the warm hot spring in the backyard, and carefully put her in.

On the road, Feng Xingying, who was sleeping, subconsciously grabbed Qin Molin's arm and said incoherently in his dreams:

"Don't, don't. ”

"Qin Molin, save me. ”

"No, don't,"

Her voice was full of panic and distressing, and she was like two people from the usual Feng Xingying.

Qin Molin's heart seemed to have been knocked hard with a heavy hammer, and he was suffocated in an instant.

He remained silent, letting Feng Xingying's fingers grasp his arm, deeper and deeper, until he scratched out a few bloody wounds.

It hurts, there is.

But this pain is really nothing compared to the scarred Feng Xingying.

He would rather she catch him a few more times.

But she suddenly let go at this time, desperately.

Feng Xingying, who was talking in his sleep, suddenly said slowly: "He won't come to save me, everything is fake."

In the future, I will still be alone, I am Feng Xingying, no matter how bloody the wind and rain, I am not afraid. I want to be strong. ”

Obviously, it's just a bland nonsense. It's very in line with Feng Xingying's character.

Listening to Qin Molin's heart, it is the deepest colic.

This time, it's not a sledgehammer that hits the heart.

Instead, there was an invisible sharp knife that pierced into his heart, shattering and shattering his heart little by little.

Yes, how could she call Qin Molin to save her?

Obviously he was hurting her.

There was no one who hurt her more than him.

In particular, she said that she was alone and had to be strong.

It made Qin Molin's heart so depressed that he was about to stop breathing, but he couldn't refute it.

Is she really desperate for him?

She, don't trust him anymore?

Is he no longer her dependence, but her bloody storm?

Qin Molin was speechless to refute.

Feng Xingying was still asleep, but her body was no longer as cold as jade before, but with a normal person's body temperature, even high.