Qin Molin's tongue became more and more proficient, and just a few drops of water on the lake caused countless waves.
But his aura was full of dominance and aggression, not as gentle as before, but more hysterical.
Feng Xingying tried to push him away, but he was as solid as a rock and wouldn't move an inch.
"You're cheating!" Feng Xingying was completely irritated, like a wounded lion cub, wanting to roar.
However, she could only say these three words.
Because now, she could no longer speak and could only make a "Woo~" sound from her throat.
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Qin Yi originally came after Qin Molin, and from a distance he saw their lips and teeth mingling together, as fiercely as two soldiers fighting, but also as tacitly understanding as the most harmonious ink painting.
They are the most beautiful couple in the world. Not to mention hugging each other, just sharing the screen makes them feel like a match made in heaven.
Now that they are cuddling together, it makes people feel more like a divine couple. Even Qin Yi, who originally planned to be single and follow Qin Molin for the rest of his life, suddenly had the idea of finding a woman to fall in love with.
That kind of picture is really beautiful, so beautiful that it touches people's hearts.
But Qin Yi understood Qin Molin's character and knew that he hated being spied on, so he quickly activated the ban on Qin Molin's courtyard, and he himself guarded the courtyard to prevent anyone from disturbing them.
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Feng Xingying is the most poisonous poison in the world.
A drop of it will corrode the bones and ecstasy.
All Qin Molin's concentration collapsed in front of her.
His tongue was domineering and hot, filled with punishing anger.
Feng Xingying's mouth was filled with him, and he actually felt a shameful sense of fulfillment.
But she resisted this feeling. She continued to struggle, reaching out to push him, refusing to cooperate.
This was not what she wanted. This feeling of shame made Feng Xingying go crazy.
She angrily wanted to hide in the Xihuang Sword space, but suddenly found that his spiritual power was like shackles, binding her tightly, and she could not contact her own space at all.
No wonder Qin Molin said that space is not omnipotent.
Was this his way of teaching her this lesson
Feng Xingying wanted to say that she knew and asked him to stop.
However, Qin Molin had no intention of stopping.
His kiss was deep and forceful, as if he had used up a lifetime of spiritual energy.
Feng Xingying finally lost strength after struggling and fell limply on his arm. Let him hold her in his arms, let him lead her to the peak of sensory experience where she was almost suffocated, desperate but infinitely mysterious.
Feeling her cooperation, he opened his eyes and looked at her pretty red and pink face with fascination. Her face was like a piece of natural white jade, which was forcibly dyed a beautiful peach red color by him.
The color is so bright and charming that people can't take their eyes away.
Her originally stubborn eyes were closed quietly at this moment, looking so peaceful and warm, like a sleeping child.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly, like two cute little brushes, brushing and brushing on his heart, making his heart itch and tingle.
Qin Molin couldn't help but exert force, but she subconsciously responded poorly.
Her response was like the most powerful drug in the world, igniting his last tense rational nerve.
With a sudden explosion, everything in his mind was filled with her shadow. He no longer had any scruples or restraints. Even the string of realm that had been oppressing him suddenly became clear.
However, Qin Molin doesn't want to think about anything now. He doesn't want to think about it.
In his eyes.
In his heart.
Here, now, here.
There is only the person in front of me, the person who is soft and can melt at any time.