"Feng Xingying!" The voice of fury rang out from behind her, and the little shadow was unconscious.
She didn't know what happened, but she was relieved that the master didn't kiss her in the end.
But now, where is she?
Here, it seems to be a big forest without people, only a courtyard, a wooden house and a hot spring behind the wooden house.
When Feng Xingying wakes up, she is immersed in the hot spring, and the warm hot spring water washes the mark of shame on her body.
She remembered that when she woke up last night, she was on the white fox skin bed in the wooden house. When she woke up, he was all over her and kept kissing her.
She was flustered, wanted to run away, wanted to push him away.
But her body was weak, he fed her a strange pulp, but he ate the core himself.
He kept kissing her, kissing her, kissing her as soft as water. Then he defied her resistance and demanded her strongly.
Over and over again, such as the impact of tides, such as the crisp hemp of golden lightning corona, such as the scorching heat of scorching fire.
A round of fast after a round of sprint, her mind only a little bit of reason all burn up.
And she was shameless to gradually get better, in his body mildly chenghuan, he again and again brought out the voice of gibberish.
Her familiar voice is the best reward and tonic for him, which makes him express his thousands of years of Acacia.
Emotional department, her nails in his shoulder left a bloodstain, because he removed all her defense.
Qin Molin even masochistically adulterated these bloodstains with a trace of destructive spirit power to prevent his own body from healing automatically.
These bloodstains are proof of their love. He is afraid that he will not have them in the next moment.
He did this to her, maybe, she really won't forgive him.
But Qin Molin is also very desperate. God knows how painful his heart is when he sees Ye Jingning and Feng Xingying kissing each other.
She grew up and he couldn't afford to wait.
If he doesn't do it, she will be someone else's woman. He loves her so much that he can't bless her with a smile. He can only take her away and make her hate him. It's better to lose her forever.
What surprised Qin Molin most was that the knocked out shadow could be brought into the space by him.
And he, sealed all her spiritual power, he will not let her go, even in this way she does not like the most.
His love, hot and strong, with the determination to die.
She lingers like water, forgetting everything and herself temporarily.
He seems to have sent her soul into another world, constantly climbing the peaks and wonders.
Dazzled by the stars, people endlessly fall.
When she thought that she could reach the peak, appreciate the most exciting scenery, and finally be relieved, he dominantly sent her to another peak.
As if, endless. But it's not annoying.
Her soft and cowardly voice responds to his despair and affection.
She was not used to it, but she called his name subconsciously.
"Qin Molin."
This sound, just like the point of Qin Molin's crazy acupoint, makes him more difficult to control, and he wants to die with her.
At least, he won't worry that she doesn't love him, that she hates him, that she thinks of other men. Don't worry about whether you should be soft hearted or cruel to her.
Love is like a swamp, lingering, desperate and endless.
Until, she soft into a swamp of mud, completely coma.
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