Qin Molin didn't speak, but answered her with actions.
She wanted him, why didn't he want her
She was drunk, but her heart was not drunk.
He was awake, but his heart was drunk, so drunk that he went crazy.
In the courtyard, under the flower trees, there is a spacious lounge chair that opens into a bed.
In this world, at this moment, there were only two people, he and her.
The clothes are everywhere, stained with lovesickness.
His familiar scent completely overwhelmed her.
Feng Xingying didn't know whether he was awake or drunk.
She didn't want to think about whether this Qin Molin was the Star Thief King or someone else.
She only knows that he is Qin Molin, she loves him, and he loves her.
When he kissed her, it seemed that he was trying to use all his strength and all his love.
She was so heartbroken by his kiss that she didn't want to think about anything.
They have been separated for too long, and their longing has tortured them to pieces.
Little by little, layer by layer, Feng Xingying felt like a flower, moving little by little for him, stretching and blooming for her. I want to give him my most beautiful self.
When the blade of his body finally broke through the flower room and entered her softest heart, Feng Xingying couldn't help but let out a murmur.
"Qin Molin, love me."
She gave up all her reserve and hugged him tightly, expecting him to bring her a storm.
Feng Xingying's words were like the best medicine, completely arousing Qin Molin's emotions.
He wanted to be gentler to her and let her adapt little by little.
But damn, she invited him so enthusiastically that he could no longer close the door to desire.
"I love you too, and I will never regret it in this life."
Qin Molin's voice came to mind in Feng Xingying's ears. Along with his determined and domineering movements, it rose and fell, like the ebb and flow of the tide. It seemed that he was being sent to the peak of the wave at any time, and it seemed that it would never end.
At this time, Feng Xingying, under the hypnosis of wine, did not want to think about any messy mundane things. She was completely loyal to her heart and her feelings.
What was constantly overflowing from her soft red lips was the happiness he brought to her, and the sound of their love for each other.
"Qin Molin, if this is a dream, we should never wake up, okay?"
"Okay." Qin Molin responded in a low voice,
Following this shout of good news, there were waves of stronger shocks.
Feng Xingying felt like she was about to fall apart, as if he could send her up to the clouds in the sky if he entered suddenly.
When she was frightened and helpless, he filled her up again, so full that she couldn't stop.
The spring night between an ordinary man and a woman may last only one night.
But they are already people who have reached the pinnacle of spiritual power and understand that star power can replenish themselves with star power at any time.
Especially Qin Molin, whose strength has reached the pinnacle of this spiritual world and is already called a demigod.
His physical strength is also terrifyingly powerful.
She didn't want to wake up.
He would fulfill her, and his relationship with her would be endless between heaven and earth.
In fact, Feng Xingying was already sober when he was released for the first time.
But her heart was still being pulled by him, and he was sending her to a new wave of sensory peaks.
Her body responded to him honestly.
She didn't know how many times he wanted her, but she only knew that no time seemed to have passed between them.
He seemed to want to be happy with her forever.
Unfortunately, after sobering up from alcohol, people will gradually sober up.
The sinful mentality and realistic rationality made Feng Xingying wake up little by little.