Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

Chapter 151: This king is deeply poisoned

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Feng Xingying didn't look at him, but quietly passed by him.

Just when Feng Xingying was about to miss him, the two of them walked in different directions.

Qin Molin felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if something precious was about to leave him.

He unconsciously reached out and grabbed Feng Xingying's arm.

Feng Xingying stood still, not struggling, and just let him pull her.

He said nothing, and neither did Feng Xingying.

The silence between the two seemed to freeze the whole world.

Time also solidified for them.

I don't know how long it took before Qin Molin suddenly pulled over Feng Xingying's body, swung his cloak, covered her whole body in it, and held her in his arms.

Feng Xingying was very quiet and did not struggle needlessly.

She couldn't fight him, so there was no need to be pretentious.

Feng Xingying could feel the harsh sound of wind around him. His speed must be very fast, and he should be rising into the air. It seems like you are going somewhere

What is he going to do

Before Feng Xingying could think more, Qin Molin had already buried his head, leaning over and staring into hers with his dark eyes.

Feng Xingying was immersed in this star-like whirlpool for a moment. She actually saw the vast galaxy in his eyes.

How powerful and shocking is that

Just when Feng Xingying was distracted for a moment, he pressed his lips down little by little and carefully pressed her lips.

That trace of warmth and moisture was like the most wonderful temptation in the world, tempting him to go deeper and deeper, tempting him to keep exploring.

He wanted more, he wanted to possess it at all costs.

Qin Molin tasted her delicious taste, like bit by bit poison that was eating away at the bones.

She is his poison.

It was a poison that he took the initiative to poison and never wanted to get rid of it for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Feng Xingying came to his senses and pushed Qin Molin away who was doing whatever he wanted on her lips.

Her lips were as red as blood from his bite, and her cheeks, which were as white as mutton fat, were also stained with a crimson cloud.

But her eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.

He pulled her back into his arms, with a hint of bewitching charm in his voice: "Good boy, stop making trouble. I've decided not to be angry with you."

"Angry? Why?" Feng Xingying's voice was cold and alienated. She didn't want to forgive him so vaguely, because she never felt that she had done anything wrong.

Qin Molin has his own formal standards, doesn't she, Feng Xingying, have her own principles

What she did or didn't do has her own conscience, and she doesn't need to explain it to anyone.

"If you like a woman who goes along with you in everything, and can be queued to the city gate just by shouting, why do you have to look for me? If you like my face, I will make a human skin mask of her for you tomorrow. Give it to whomever you want to wear it!”

There was a hint of unyielding stubbornness in Feng Xingying's voice.

Just last night, she had understood her feelings, and she did fall in love with him.

But the relationship she wants from Feng Xingying has never been about being someone's puppet and losing herself for someone. She has her own pride in her bones.

With just one glance, Qin Molin understood what she was thinking.

He wished he could kidnap her back, pamper her every night, and force her to submit.

But then what he gets is not the Feng Xingying he wants, and he will destroy her.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, controlled his breathtaking cold air, and spoke in as calm a tone as possible:

"You don't trust me that much?"

"What?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

Between the two of them, they didn't seem to be paying attention to the same point at all.