In front of Feng Xingying, he is not the superior Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, he is just a young man trapped in the fog of love.
He was afraid of her uncertainty.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying's behavior made a stone fall from his heart.
But Feng Xingying's current appearance made him extremely distressed.
"It's easier for them!" Qin Molin hugged Feng Xingying with an angry look on his face, helped her sit down, and leaned her soft body against him.
"Don't be afraid, I will stay with you, always with you. Next time, I won't be late."
"Yeah." Feng Xingying was a little confused, but he held on and refused to leave.
Her soul power was extremely unstable due to the influence of the soul fruit, and it was difficult to hold on any longer.
But she just stubbornly refused to leave. Only by holding on longer would the effect of the medicine last longer.
Once she leaves this soul realm and experiences life and death, the medicinal power of the soul fruit will be useless.
Especially seeing his familiar face made her feel more at ease.
Qin Molin felt distressed and wiped the blood stains on Feng Xingying's face with his slender white fingers.
His fingers were soon dyed a coquettish red.
His eyes were full of pity.
He wished he could bear it all for her.
“If I had made up my mind earlier, if I had given up all worries and accompanied you in, you wouldn’t have been bullied.
It's my fault, it's all my fault. "Qin Molin's obviously nice voice was filled with a hint of choking pain.
He felt her pain and was anxious.
He wanted to bear all this for her, he wanted to pamper her to the heavens and let her do whatever she wanted around him.
But he led her into this painful fantasy, and even made her almost bullied.
Feng Xingying never let her down.
He knew she was strong, stronger than he had seen.
But she was so fragile, as if she could be crushed with just a little force, which made him so distressed that he dared not move rashly.
His hand brushed her cheek little by little.
From the corners of the eyes to the tip of the nose, from the ears to the soft lips, from the hair to the delicate neck.
His hands were stained with blood, and his fingertips were stained with her warmth.
Qin Molin's body became hot uncontrollably.
His eyes were staring into her face.
He held her little head lovingly, and his hot lips fell on her smooth and jade-like forehead.
Her cold temperature made him reluctant to leave her.
His lips slid down bit by bit, slipping from her eyelids bit by bit.
His breath was hot and wet on her cheek.
Feng Xingying couldn't move, but his senses were even more sensitive.
She could feel everything he did.
Through his careful movements, she could also feel the heat in his heart.
His feelings for her will not be false.
Feng Xingying was even a little scared.
She was not ready for such an emotion.
If he was just King Leng, she could still have something to look forward to. She looked forward to growing old together hand in hand with him. She looked forward to him accepting her concept and being together for the rest of their lives.
But he was the master of Tongtian Pavilion, and she was too far away from his world.
She didn't know whether he would need to marry or even have many women. This was the last thing Feng Xingying could tolerate.
She didn't want to be his accessory. Feng Xingying admitted that she was not that great. For her love, she could not sacrifice everything, such as freedom and dignity.
But this is the soul realm. If they are destined to have no results, can they forget their love for once here
When his hot and moist lips fell on her cold soft lips, Feng Xingying's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
This time, she did not evade, but opened her red lips lightly and actively welcomed his arrival.