All his irritability suddenly calmed down the moment he saw her.
He really just wanted to look at her quietly and quietly.
Her figure was like a ray of white moonlight, shining into his heart and illuminating the dark soul shrouded in demon blood.
The strange color in his pupils actually faded away bit by bit at this moment.
Feng Xingying walked very slowly, but very hard.
Because the strength gap between her and Qin Molin is too big.
The heat flow caused by Qin Molin's demon blood attack had already caused the entire ice spring to boil.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying has ice attributes and uses ice spiritual power to form a layer of protection around his body.
But how can her spiritual power compare to Qin Molin
Her ice disintegrated in the heat wave.
Condensation and disintegration.
Regroup.
Every step Feng Xingying takes is sustained by spiritual power.
But Qin Molin was not completely awake at this time. The red light in his eyes had just faded away, and there were still traces of water droplets on his face.
The waterline flows from his full forehead, to the strong bridge of his nose, and then from his sexy thin lips.
The edges and corners of his face were a little blurry in the night.
There was no clothing covering his body, and half of his body was soaked in the ice spring, but his sexy collarbones and tendons with some healthy copper color in the white were exposed.
Feng Xingying admired himself. At this time, he could still think distractedly: His figure is blinded by clothes.
If you were placed in the 21st century, working as a fitness instructor, body model or something would definitely attract a lot of screaming fans.
After Qin Molin calmed down, Bingquan was worthy of being a holy place. It quickly lost its layer of heat and began to regain its former coldness.
When Feng Xingying walked to Qin Molin, she no longer needed to use ice crystals to resist the heat.
She stretched out her slender white fingers, gently touched his face, wiped away the water droplets on his face, and smoothed his long, messy hair.
Qin Molin was as quiet as a stone sculpture, letting Feng Xingying play with it.
However, the coldness of Feng Xingying's fingertips penetrated into his heart, making him feel indescribably cool.
What she brought to him was obviously cold enough to penetrate his skin, but his heart felt like it was on fire, getting hotter and hotter.
Especially when her cool and clear fingers brushed against his burning lips.
His heart was burning at this moment.
His remaining sanity was lost in the torrent of senses.
But this time, his eyes didn't turn red.
He is Qin Molin, and he wants to feel the current Feng Xingying with Qin Molin's heart.
He grabbed her restless finger and put it on his chest. With a gentle force, Feng Xingying was pulled to fit on him.
His body was solid and straight, like a wall. No matter how hard Feng Xingying bumped against it, it seemed that it would not collapse.
Feng Xingying was embarrassed and wanted to retract his fingers and keep some distance from him.
Suddenly, he hugged her tightly in his arms.
The hot and tight embrace gave Feng Xingying a feeling of fulfillment that was on the verge of suffocation.
She raised her little face and met Qin Molin's eyes as deep and charming as stars. Together with his perfect facial features, it made people feel like an unreal dream.
Can such a monster really exist? Why wasn't he used as a living specimen
Feng Xingying couldn't move due to being trapped, with only his fingers drawing circles on his chest restlessly.
Her small movements like this scratched Qin Molin's heart, tingling like a kitten's claws touching his heart.
But he didn't want to stop it, enjoying the throbbing moment.