His lips were like a piece of hot iron.
From the corners of her lips, hair bun, forehead, eyelids, cheeks, ears, all the way to her neck.
Even though he was controlled by desire, he still wanted to be as gentle as possible to her.
Because Feng Xingying was the person he least wanted to hurt.
If it were someone else, he would rather kill him than release himself like this.
Little by little, Feng Xingying's body was also ignited.
The power of Huanyi Powder made her extremely sensitive.
Especially after the clouds cleared, looking at Qin Molin's enchanting and picturesque face, his concentration, his emotion, and everything he did were all because of her.
This feeling also made her intoxicated.
He's getting hotter and hotter.
His warmth was all around her.
She no longer felt that she was in an icy spring, but in a hot stream created by Qin Molin.
The comfortable feeling moved her emotionally.
Joy spreads everywhere.
It amplifies a person's senses and emotions more than a hundred times.
Just a little praise can make people unable to help themselves.
What's more, Feng Xingying's heart has already taken up residence in his shadow without knowing it.
She liked his warmth, the feeling of being held by her, she liked everything about him, she couldn't help it.
Just like him, a person with extremely strong self-control would only lose control and fall into forgetfulness when facing Feng Xingying.
His kisses bit by bit, licking Feng Xingying's neck, igniting her last bit of reason.
Especially when she saw his angular thin lips gently biting open her soaked gauze skirt, such a scene made it even more difficult to control herself.
But Feng Xingying still closed her eyes suddenly, took a deep breath, and the bitingly cold ice spring water entered her chest along the air.
Feng Xingying's skills were as fast as lightning, and a slender silver needle had been inserted into each of their bodies.
Qin Molin's eyes gradually returned to clarity.
From the charming blood red to the deep and dark black.
He looked at her quietly, but did not withdraw his hand. He was still inserted in her black hair, holding her little head.
There was a hint of hurt in his eyes.
Feng Xingying also regained her clarity, her eyes were watery, but she didn't dare to look in Qin Molin's direction.
She knew he was angry.
Her rejection broke his heart.
He thought she was the same.
She understood even if he didn't say it.
But if she doesn't say it, does he understand
He just looked at Feng Xingying so quietly. Everything around him became dead silent. There was no sound of gurgling water, no cicadas chirping and frogs chirping. Even the sound of wind had disappeared.
There was just the sound of their heartbeats.
It seemed like there were only two of them left in the whole world.
He remained silent, still looking at Feng Xingying's evasive eyes quietly.
"I'm sorry." Feng Xingying spoke first. She raised her head frankly, looked into his eyes as deep as the stars, and spoke calmly:
"I just don't want to leave myself like this to you."
Qin Molin still looked at Feng Xingying without saying a word.
The inexplicable pressure made Feng Xingying's heart heavy, but she did not dodge this time and looked into his eyes quietly, feeling calm.
"Me too." He curled his lips and smiled, melting all the ice and snow in an instant: "I never planned to use you to relieve my demon blood."
Demon blood
I see.
Qin Molin's frequent symptoms turned out to be caused by demon blood.
Demonic blood-assisted training was once a hot topic in Yunxi Continent. Unfortunately, all those who swallowed demonic blood were not spared in the end. They were all demonized and turned into monsters who had lost all their sanity, even worse than Warcraft.
"I'll be fine."
"I won't let anything happen to you."
The two spoke almost at the same time.