When he first saw her, he was really tempted by the original smell of blood.
It's just that it's true that he fell in love with her.
Qin Molin's last sane thread was seduced by the coquettish bloody lips, and his eyes completely turned blood red.
He rushed forward desperately, sucking the blood from her lips with a deadly charm.
Feng Xingying could feel a hint of weakness with every trace of blood flow.
But she endured the pain and stood stubbornly on the spot, giving up her spiritual protection and truly feeling the pain like an ordinary person.
The restraints on Feng Xingying's body were untied at some point, but he still had no freedom of movement.
Because he held her tightly in his arms, replacing the spiritual power and enclosing her in his arms. His bondage was tighter than binding.
Qin Molin's eyes became redder and more coquettish, and his breath carried a terrible sense of despair.
Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but seemed to have no strength at all.
He was somewhat subconscious. He also knew how to take her into a room and throw her on an animal skin chaise longue in the room.
The chaise longue was softly cushioned under Feng Xingying, but he pounced on it like a wild beast and pressed down hard.
Qin Molin could no longer control his emotions. He kept sucking her blood through the wound on the corner of her lip. Although the amount was small, he never tired of it.
And his hands and feet didn't stop, he roughly tore her clothes to pieces and pressed her tightly.
Feng Xingying pushed him desperately. This kind of humiliation was not what Feng Xingying wanted. Qin Molin transformed into a beast like this was not what Feng Xingying wanted to see.
However, both her blood and herself had the most fatal and direct temptation for him.
Blood trickled into his mouth, dyeing his lips a seductive purple-red color.
And his hot iron swelled to its limit again, brutally attacking the city.
"ah!"
Feng Xingying screamed in pain.
There was no foreplay, no cooperation or affection, so Feng Xingying felt pain like tearing silk. She trembled all over and subconsciously grabbed the sheets tightly, holding on tightly.
She doesn't want to catch Qin Molin because she hates him now.
But Qin Molin relied on his body's instinct to roughly inflict endless pain on her, one after another.
Until those pains turned into numbness, habit and shame.
Feng Xingying stubbornly tried not to make a sound, but she still couldn't help but a few syllables escaped from her teeth from time to time.
It really hurt. He was already bigger and longer than a normal person, and now he was even more uncontrollable and completely violent in his possession.
What he brought to her was no longer enjoyment, but torture.
What Feng Xingying hated most was herself. After she got used to the pain and size, she gradually adapted and allowed him to come in and out at will.
This time, there was no warning, just like a thunderbolt from the clear sky followed by hailstorms.
Feng Xingying endured it silently, not knowing when it would end.
Every bit of pain made her more aware of how powerless she was and the shame he had brought to her.
The shame of the body can never compare to the endless despair in the heart.
She used to love him so much, but now she hates him so much.
Every bit of pain that Feng Xingying felt seemed to remind her that this was something she had asked for, and it was a sin she deserved to atone for. She deserves it, she overestimates her abilities.
Feng Xingying looked at the man on her body who was so unfamiliar that she found it terrifying, this man with blood-eyed eyes who had been completely controlled by the demon blood, and actually sneered in pain.
This is Qin Molin.