A fine warmth came from the lips, a soft and familiar touch, which made Feng Xingying's weak and cold body find a trace of warmth.
Her heart beat slightly uncontrollably.
Feng Xingying was inexplicably excited.
As long as her heart is beating, she is alive.
She never let go.
It was just that after her heart beat, it pulled at the frozen blood all over her body and it hurt.
She was hurt so badly that every breath and every heartbeat was in fatal pain.
Feng Xingying didn't care, all the pain was nothing compared to the warmth between his lips and teeth.
Her eyes were closed tightly, but she could sense the scene in front of her.
The handsome man is like a prince in a fairy tale, with a gloomy face that fascinates all living beings.
The angular thin lips domineeringly covered the blood lines flowing from Feng Xingying's facial features.
His lips and teeth were hot, and he wiped the blood on her face bit by bit and carefully.
Their bodies were immersed in a hot spring together.
The temperature in the water was at least over 80 degrees. It was no longer considered warm, but rather hot.
Such a temperature is simply unbearable for most people.
But Qin Molin's body is not even afraid of flames, how could he be afraid of this temperature
The thin layer of ice on Feng Xingying's body was caused by her ultimate black ice body transformed from the Nine Yin Jue Veins.
Such a temperature can't even break the thin ice on its body, so how can it hurt her
Only, the ice on Feng Xingying's face was melted bit by bit by Qin Molin's hot lips and teeth.
During this process, her biting coldness brought him ice-coldness and despair that went straight into his heart.
"Feng Xingying, how can you be so cruel? It turns out that you really don't want to be responsible for me."
Qin Molin's voice was hoarse and magnetic, with a trace of sadness that could not be erased.
Like an abandoned child, his sky is also filled with gray mist.
She is the coldness that he can touch, cold in the heart, but she can dispel all his burning uneasiness and haze.
Seeing Feng Xingying like this, he no longer suppressed his emotions.
His dexterous tongue was like a bridge, conveying all his uneasiness and all his passion to her.
This time, Feng Xingying's heart was very quiet, he didn't think about anything or look at anything.
She couldn't see his dominance, couldn't see his beauty, couldn't see his love.
She couldn't smell his familiar and pleasant light body odor and hot breath.
Because all her five senses were on strike.
This time, Feng Xingying really made a fool of himself.
Now Feng Xingying only has feelings, feelings from the depths of his soul.
She didn't even have to think about who she was or who he was. There is no need to worry about morality or worldliness.
She loved being kissed and loved so much by him.
She wants more.
She wanted to respond to him.
But Feng Xingying still couldn't do it.
She could only feel his increasingly intense affection and passion unilaterally.
His body was like a burning fire, constantly increasing the temperature of a hot spring, just to ignite Feng Xingying, the ice that had never melted for thousands of years.
He transformed all the heartache and depression into body language.
Feng Xingying's heart began to beat at a slow pace.
She knew that her heart was beating for him.
She was also looking forward to him going deeper.
She felt her cold body being soothed by the scorching fire, and every pore began to melt.
Feel his gentleness and dominance.
Feng Xingying suddenly realized.