Fortunately, he was not interested in admiring her dressing up.
Feng Xingying quickly put on his nightgown and shook the water from his hair comfortably.
Sure enough, great strength can work miracles. Sometimes powerful spiritual power is more effective than any panacea.
After Qin Molin used wood spirit power to warm her wound just now, Feng Xingying felt better all of a sudden and her body felt much more relaxed.
After stretching, Feng Xingying threw himself on the soft bed, hugged the quilt, and said to Qin Molin in a daze:
"I'm sleepy, go to sleep, good night."
"good."
etc!
Why is the meaning of the same sentence different from what you understand
When someone suddenly became quiet around him, Feng Xingying was furious and asked depressedly: "Where is your room?"
"I can't sleep alone." Feng Xingying originally wanted to give him full marks for this rogue excuse.
But she was the one being tricked. What was this
Feng Xingying pushed him helplessly: "Go back to sleep."
"Sleep together." Qin Molin reached out and hugged the fragrant Feng Xingying: "I will always protect you."
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Another perfect excuse to be a gangster!
"Qin Molin, you bastard, you must not have lost your memory, right?!" Feng Xingying was about to cry helplessly.
However, Qin Molin didn't care how she blew up her hair. He was only responsible for trapping the little kitten with fried hair and sleeping on his own.
Unfortunately, he was so strong that Feng Xingying couldn't escape.
After Feng Xingying failed to blow up his hair, he could only lie down obediently.
After he calmed down, the blurry and quiet silhouette in the semi-darkness always reminded Feng Xingying of how quiet and beautiful he looked when he was locked in an ice coffin.
Her face was inexplicably red and she was twisting uneasily.
He seemed to sense her uneasiness and reached out to pat her head like a big brother:
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."
He thought she was in pain from a wound!
But when he reached out and pressed her head into his arms, her lips were held on his collarbone.
Damn it!
Why is a man so evil? !
Feng Xingying wanted to cry but had no tears.
But he has even more evil tricks.
His hand actually reached into her spacious nightgown.
Affected by the demon blood, Qin Molin's body temperature has always been higher than that of ordinary people, and holding him was more like holding a hot water bottle.
The temperature on his hands was like bathing in a hot spring.
Feng Xingying felt comfortable and wanted to breathe out, but then realized their ambiguity and wanted to resist.
She is a man now, and she doesn't want to suddenly lead Qin Molin to a bend.
She really wanted to shout Sister Queen Bee to save me, but was it too late to regret it now
The answer is: too late!
Qin Molin's hand slid down the cold skin of Feng Xingying's back. Feng Xingying is the opposite of Qin Molin. Her body is as cold as ice all year round, but as warm as jade.
Feng Xingying's heart almost rose to his throat.
Good thing.
After Qin Molin's fingers slid to Feng Xingying's wound, he stopped and used the spiritual power of Pulse Wood to warm her wound as gently as possible.
"Be good, it won't hurt." With his other hand, he patted Feng Xingying's little head.
Feng Xingying could feel that Qin Molin's body temperature was also rising.
Damn it, she couldn't move any more.
But she can't control herself!
Especially Qin Molin's hand came into contact with her wound and fell softly and warmly on her back, making Feng Xingying even more numb.
But she couldn't explain anything.
She is now Teenage Leaf Star!
Qin Molin was just helping her heal as a big brother.