Feng Xingying even heard himself swallowing his saliva.
So worthless!
He actually swallowed his saliva in front of this bastard.
She was just hungry. It was not what he thought. Is it still too late to explain now
The answer is: too late!
Feng Xingying's subconscious reaction was a silent invitation to Qin Molin.
Since she acquiesced, he no longer wanted to suppress and endure.
The overwhelming kiss was delicate and overbearing, like a violent storm, raindrops falling on Feng Xingying's face and lips.
Feng Xingying's eyes were dyed a blurred pink by his passion.
She didn't even have time to think, she just subconsciously hugged his body back and responded to his entanglement.
Her slightly parted lips were like an invitation to him.
Qin Molin's angular face was also stained with a layer of intoxication. A layer of fine beads of sweat covered the bridge of his strong nose. His thin lips were sexy and elastic, pressing softly against hers.
Feng Xingying closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.
Her suddenly softened body seemed to be an invitation to him.
His tongue went straight in, attacking the city, bringing some crazy punishment, but he was afraid of hurting her.
Their emotions were communicated gently between their lips and teeth.
But the next moment, Qin Molin suddenly opened his cloak and wrapped Feng Xingying in it.
His eyes, which were stained red due to lust, instantly regained their clarity. He looked ahead unhappily, raised his thin lips, and uttered one word coldly: "Get out!"
"Don't be so heartless." The visitor walked out of the shadows: "It's my lady's birthday in five days, and she wants to see you."
"No." Qin Molin's voice was cold.
"But Madam has not been in good health recently." The visitor knelt at Qin Molin's feet.
"Impossible! Her dignified Lingzong is not in good health? Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Qin Molin's face turned colder: "Don't play such tricks in the future. It's useless here. I don't have time either. Play with you."
"Master, please, please go back." The man did not give up. He actually ran over and knelt at Qin Molin's feet, holding his calf and kowtowing.
"Reason." Qin Molin's voice was still without any warmth.
Perhaps only Feng Xingying could hear a hint of suppressed emotion in that cold voice.
Qin Molin is actually nervous and worried
But the man refused to tell the reason, and kowtowed in front of Qin Molin as if he was pounding garlic.
Qin Molin frowned. He didn't like this feeling and said coldly: "If you don't speak, I will kill you."
The servant was not afraid of death and continued to hold Qin Molin's calf and kowtow.
Qin Molin snorted and kicked him far away.
When the man turned back again, Feng Xingying felt that his brain was a little exhausted.
This plain-looking man kneeling at Qin Molin's feet, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, and as humble as clay, is actually the Spiritual King!
When did the Spirit King of Yunxi Continent become so worthless
No, the Spirit King will always be a superior being.
The only possibility is what kind of strength and power the person who can drive the Spirit King has.
That man was smart and discovered that Qin Molin actually allowed a stranger to exist in his room, and she was a woman!
With Qin Molin's character, how could ordinary people stay with her and let her watch all this.
So the man turned and knelt down to Feng Xingying: "Girl, please help me persuade my young master. Our mistress misses the young master and is very sick of her."