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Feng Xingying opened his mouth, bit his lip again, and looked at Qin Molin quietly.

Feng Xingying didn't want to make too many pretentious explanations.

But Qin Molin like this made her at a loss.

If he was still so domineering and stubborn, she would have thought about getting into the space at any time to hide.

But he is like this, it is really distressing.

Qin Molin's thin lips opened lightly, and he spoke quietly: "I don't remember a lot of things clearly, and sometimes I think of a little bit."

But I remember you clearly, more than anything. You lay on top of me that day, and your blood calmed me down and brought me back to my senses.

At that time, my heart was very confused, and all I had in my mind was your face.

Even if you change into men's clothes, it can't change the smell of your blood, I see you, I know it's you.

Are you just leaving? I'm afraid you don't want me.

So, don't get me wrong, I don't like anyone else. I've always liked you, whether you're a man or a woman, a man or a beast. ”

It was rare for Qin Molin to say so many words in one breath.

If it was in the past, he would rather let Feng Xingying guess or let Feng Xingying misunderstand, and he wouldn't explain so much.

Looking at the trace of panic that flashed in Qin Molin's obviously cold and arrogant eyes, Feng Xingying's heart also softened a little.

He liked her, and she always knew it.

Knowing that she knows, she thinks that he doesn't have to say it, and his domineering and arrogant character won't say it.

But today, when she heard him say it in person, her heart was pinched again.

There is an indescribable feeling.

Obviously, Feng Xingying felt that he was a person with good self-control.

But when he looked at his bewitching red lips and said the sentence "I only like you".

Feng Xingying still couldn't help it, and was moved to tears.

What Feng Xingying can do is to force his own emotion and not let the tears flow.

She didn't want him to see her soft-heartedness.

If she was cruel, he would hate her. Then she would rather he hate her than be the rope that binds him.

His world should be in the sky.

That's the world she wants to go to in the future, but not now. Because she hasn't learned to fly yet.

Feng Xingying lowered his head gloomily:

"I'm sorry. ”

Qin Molin suddenly stretched out his hand, took her in his arms, and hugged her tightly, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Feng Xingying quietly let him hold him, pressed his face to his chest, felt the burning sensation of his skin, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

His lips, falling from the corners of her forehead, fell little by little, gently suppressing the fiery temperature.

Qin Molin relied on his own feelings to taste the familiar taste of Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying is his poison and his antidote.

Her familiar taste stimulated his brain, and those memories were reflected in his heart little by little.

What he didn't tell her was that he would forget everything and not her.

Her touch still made it difficult for him to control himself.

Want, want to love.

Indulgence, wantonness.

Feng Xingying stopped talking, just quietly closed his eyes, allowing himself to reveal his most primitive posture in front of him.

His kisses grew more affectionate, his hands became hotter and hotter.

Set her on fire.

Until, the barrier shrunk smaller and smaller, blowing away all the obstacles on their bodies and erecting barriers for them.

His doppelganger broke into Taoyuan and drove straight in.

A little bit of capture.

From gentle to wild.

From restraining repression to releasing oneself.

Qin Molin used the most primitive way of communication to let Feng Xingying understand his heart.

He was always the same to her.

He didn't want to let go.

He wanted more, he wanted forever.

People are not plants and trees, how can Feng Xingying not feel his body language?