"I."
Feng Xingying opened his mouth, bit his lip, and looked at Qin Molin quietly.
Feng Xingying didn't want to make too many pretentious explanations.
But Qin Molin like this made her at a loss.
If he was still so domineering and forceful, she would have planned to hide in the space at any time.
But it's really heartbreaking for him to be like this.
Qin Molin opened his thin lips and said quietly: "I don't remember many things clearly, and sometimes I remember them a little bit.
But I remember you clearly, more than anything. That day you lay on top of me, and your blood calmed me down and allowed me to regain my sanity.
At that time, my heart was very confused, and in my mind, there was only your face.
Even if you change into men's clothes, it can't change the smell of your blood. When I see you, I know it's you.
Are you just leaving? I'm afraid you don't want me.
So, don't get me wrong, I don't like anyone else. What I like has always been you, no matter you are male or female, human or beast. "
It's rare for Qin Molin to say so many words in one breath.
If it were in the past, he would rather let Feng Xingying guess or misunderstand, rather than explain so much.
Seeing the flash of panic in Qin Molin's obviously cold and arrogant eyes, Feng Xingying's heart softened a little.
He liked her, she always knew it.
Knowing that she knew, she thought he didn't need to say it, and his domineering and aloof character wouldn't say it.
But today, hearing him say it from his own mouth, her heart was severely tugged again.
There is an indescribable feeling.
Obviously, Feng Xingying felt that he was a person with good self-control.
But when she looked at his seductive red lips and said those words "I only like you".
Feng Xingying still couldn't help it, and was moved to tears.
All Feng Xingying could do was suppress his feelings and prevent tears from flowing down.
She didn't want him to see her soft heart.
If she was cruel, he would hate her. Then she would rather he hate her than be the rope that holds him back.
His world should be in the sky.
That was also the world she wanted to see in the future, but not now. Because she hasn't learned to fly yet.
Feng Xingying lowered his head sadly:
"sorry."
Qin Molin suddenly stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, and held her tightly, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
Feng Xingying let him hold her quietly, pressing her face against his chest, feeling the burning sensation of his skin and listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
His lips came down little by little from the corner of her forehead to her hair, their gentleness suppressing the fiery warmth.
Qin Molin relied on his own feelings and tasted the familiar taste of Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying is his poison and his antidote.
Her familiar smell stimulated his brain, and those memories were reflected in his heart bit by bit.
What he didn't tell her was that he would forget everything and he would not forget her.
Her touch still made it difficult for him to control himself.
Want, want to love.
Indulgent, wanton.
Feng Xingying stopped talking, just closed his eyes quietly, and allowed himself to show his most primitive posture in front of him.
His kisses became more and more passionate and his hands became hotter and hotter.
Set her on fire completely.
Until the barrier shrank smaller and smaller, blowing away all the obstacles on their bodies and building a barrier for them.
His clone broke into Taoyuan and drove straight into it.
Conquer bit by bit.
From gentle to wild.
From restraining and suppressing, to releasing oneself.
Qin Molin used the most primitive way of communication to let Feng Xingying understand his heart.
He never changes to her.
He doesn't want to let go.
He wanted more, wanted forever.
Humans are not grass and trees, so how could Feng Xingying not feel his body language