"Who wants to look at you!" Feng Xingying raised her face stubbornly to deny it, with her unique stubbornness in her eyes.
But his lips took the opportunity to press down, gently grinding and grinding between her lips, bringing her into a torrent of senses.
The blush on her face deepened, as if she had drunk fine wine and was slightly intoxicated.
This trace of intoxication was like the best aphrodisiac, making him unable to control himself. His overbearing tongue continued to penetrate and explore, inspecting every hidden corner of her mouth and teasing every nerve in her.
Feng Xingying simply closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the intoxication of this moment.
His kiss, domineering and uniquely fiery and long, not only ignited the delicate color of her lips, but also ignited the fire in her heart, burning brightly and engulfing her remaining consciousness.
This kiss seems like a thousand years, forever.
She felt like she was about to suffocate. But I am deeply obsessed with this feeling of forgetfulness.
Parting her lips, Feng Xingying greedily breathed in the fresh air around her. The faint peach blossom fragrance and his unique smell were mixed in the air, as rich as the most mellow perfume.
An evil smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Your body is very honest. She really wants to go with me."
"Humph." Feng Xingying turned his head to cover up his panic at the moment.
Even if the folk customs in her previous life were open, there were many romance films where people would kiss or leave if they didn't agree with each other. There were even people around her who went looking for sensory stimulation, but Feng Xingying had never even had her first kiss.
Only he, Qin Molin, was her disaster.
"I just want to keep your taste in my heart." His voice was a little hoarse and a little panicked: "I'm afraid I don't know when I'll see you again. Will you be abducted?"
"Yes." Feng Xingying said angrily.
"Then I won't leave."
"It's up to you. You can go if you want, stay if you want, don't tell me, I'm not one of you!" Feng Xingying turned around, leaving his back, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She fled into the space in panic, just because she was afraid that he would find out how nervous she was at the moment.
He knew she didn't want to go through the awkward farewell, which was fine.
He glanced at the courtyard, and then found a jade flute and a small storage bag on Feng Xingying's wooden tea table.
He didn't worry about losing things, because he was sure that Feng Xingying was watching her from space at the moment.
It's not like Feng Xingying is the only one who has space. Every star stone will open up a world for the owner, and the owner will nurture this world of star stones.
Qin Molin also has a star stone, and he is also a person with dimensions.
After he left, Feng Xingying immediately walked out of the space and played with the jade flute curiously. Its green color made people unable to put it down.
This kind of material looks like jade but not jade. It should be made from a mixture of jade and spar. The color is semi-transparent and moist like clear water. It is more refreshing than the most beautiful jade. When I got it in my hand, it was still a little cold.
It must not be an illusion. Holding this jade flute,
Open the storage bag.
What caught my eye was a short note: One million gold tickets, give it to my beloved concubine as pocket money. If it's not enough, you can go to Prince Leng's Mansion to withdraw it. If you are in danger, blow the jade flute.
Then there is a golden nanmu box, which is full of gold tickets, gold tickets, not silver tickets.
It is said that if a man wants to impress a woman, he must first launch a financial offensive. Who would have thought that His Majesty the Leng King would also do this