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Xiaoying really couldn't remember what happened after he fell into coma.
All she knew was that their madness lasted for countless days and nights. She was shocked by his terrifying physical strength and felt ashamed of her own excessive demands.
How could she be that kind of woman
She soaked quietly in the hot spring in a daze, her mind filled with their sweet and ridiculous fragments.
She couldn't help but love him, but she also hated his dominance.
She didn't know how to face Qin Molin, nor how to explain to her master.
What's more, it seems like she can't escape from here.
Qin Molin didn't know where he went, leaving her alone. She seemed to be alone in the world.
Until the smoke came from the wooden house, which made her feel that she was no longer alone and had a home.
"Xiaoying, are you awake? Come and have dinner when you wake up?"
Qin Molin's voice was as gentle as ever, but can they still go back
She is still naked now, with traces of her love all over her body.
Whenever she sees those marks, she can think of his madness and absurdity towards her.
He really loved her very much, to the point of despair and hysteria, she understood.
But he loved Feng Xingying, not Ye Ying. She was just a humble substitute, greedily and shamelessly enjoying Feng Xingying's happiness.
Strangely enough, she didn't hate Qin Molin, who was extremely domineering to her, but she hated herself even more for being shameless.
Did she think she could dominate him this way? Can't!
This is happiness that she picked up, she doesn't want it.
Next to the hot spring is a lavender sky silk dress, which is Feng Xingying's favorite color.
In order to distinguish herself from Feng Xingying, Ye Ying's rebellious heart never refused to wear purple clothes.
Feng Xingying is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she insists on wearing white and taking the route of a pure fairy.
Even though she obviously loves that kind of publicity, she still deliberately avoids it.
In fact, this is the stubbornness in her bones. The kind of stubbornness that belongs to Feng Xingying is used on herself.
This purple dress stung Ye Ying's sensitive nerves even more. She simply didn't wear it and walked into the wooden house in a grand manner.
Qin Molin stopped breathing for a moment when he saw Feng Xingying, who was as naked as a fairy.
And she looked at him proudly as if a queen had arrived, and said sarcastically:
"Do you want me to be her substitute? I don't like purple clothes, I don't want to wear them! If there are no white, black, or light pink clothes, I won't wear them.
Anyway, isn't it because you locked me up so that you can unleash your lust at any time? Since I can't resist, I'll let you do it. "
Such a small shadow hurt Qin Molin's heart.
With rare tenderness, he took off his black cloak and put it on her personally, and quietly said two words:
"eat first."
Ye Ying's tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
Qin Molin thought she felt humiliated, but in fact she was moved by the gentle moment when Qin Molin put on his clothes just now.
It turned out that she loved him for a time that she didn't even know she had.
He had been with her for thousands of years, in her most beautiful youth.
If Ye Jingning turned the ignorant baby Feng Xingying into an innocent child, Qin Molin opened her heart full of love from a child to a young girl.
What she wanted to give to Ye Jingning was full of gratitude, but what she wanted to give to Qin Molin was her love.
But the words "Feng Xingying" are the most restrictive curse in this relationship.
Ye Ying ate obediently, but felt bitterly that she was despicable like a thief who stole Qin Molin's love for Feng Xingying. That ultimate and unforgettable joy was stolen from her, and even this breakfast was stolen from her.