He didn't have any clothes on.
he.
asshole!
Feng Xingying suddenly bit him on the chest.
He still didn't let go, holding her soft body tightly against his chest.
"Qin Molin, do you really forget me?" Feng Xingying's voice was like a wisp of warm wind, soft and charming.
Qin Molin's Adam's apple choked unconsciously, and then he quickly regained his composure and patted Feng Xingying's head: "Little guy, don't make trouble, I'll hold you to sleep."
"Ahhh!"
Feng Xingying was going crazy.
"Don't you think there's any difference between you and me?"
"Well, your chest muscles are well developed, and they are actually bigger than mine." Qin Molin freed up a hand and brushed Feng Xingying's breasts.
Chest and muscles!
Is Feng Xingying crying, crying, or crying
She always had an intuition that Qin Molin had recovered his memory. Otherwise, how could he attack a man so frantically
However, his actions were unlikeable.
"Qin Molin! If you lie to me, I will, I will never pay attention to you again!" Feng Xingying said angrily.
His fingers traced across her chest muscles, as if I was trying to prove that hers were a little bigger than his. He kneaded them unconsciously, and then came to the conclusion:
"It's just too soft."
"..." Feng Xingying had the urge to hit someone.
You are obviously taking advantage of her, why are you so confident
On the contrary, does it make her look awkward
So angry!
Qin Molin ignored the fried kitten and continued to touch her back with one hand, while the other hand was still rubbing her chest.
This gangster!
"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying's voice was soft and cowardly, with a hint of mistiness.
Qin Molin stared at her delicate red lips, the love in his eyes was as dark as ink, burning Feng Xingying's eyes.
Feng Xingying quickly lowered his head, quietly not daring to be presumptuous again.
"Good boy, sleep." Qin Molin raised the corners of his lips and reached out from Feng Xingying's head, stroking down her silky hair.
Feng Xingying was as quiet as a kitten, letting his hands roam around her body gently.
The sound of even breathing came.
Qin Molin looked awkwardly at the little guy who fell asleep again in his arms. He shook his head helplessly.
Her body temperature was slightly cool, just like the touch of spiritual crystal.
He always caressed her gently with his fingers, trying to bring a little warmth to her, for fear that she would freeze.
Especially her healing wound seemed to be really itchy.
When his fingers passed over her, she would subconsciously make a kitten-like sound, which was very tempting.
He couldn't help but rub it gently, just scratching it lightly with his fingertips.
Qin Molin didn't dare to use force at all, for fear of affecting the healing of the wound.
Qin Molin's temperature is getting higher and higher.
I really want to eat her.
Feng Xingying, however, carelessly slept more and more soundly.
This time, I slept peacefully.
She got up in the middle of the night, glanced at the sleeping Qin Molin, crept out, and secretly changed her clothes in a deserted place.
Little did they know that Qin Molin's eyes had opened long after she moved, and he was far behind her.
Feng Xingying changed into the attire of the palace maid Xiao Lingdang and went to conspire with Nangong Yulian.
"Little Lingdang, why are you missing again!" The sensitive Nangong Yulian seemed to have guessed something about Xiao Lingdang's disappearance, but that was not important. What was important was that this person was useful to her.
"That medicine of yours can only disfigure Gu Dandan, but it can't kill her!" Nangong Yulian was unwilling to give in.