Feng Xingying didn't know how long this torture lasted. She only knew that her consciousness became increasingly blurred. In the end, it was just her body's instinct that was entangled with him.
In fact, Qin Molin's tyranny is that he can send her to the clouds even when she clearly doesn't cooperate and resists.
That was, what she didn't want, the pinnacle of shame.
Feng Xingying was defeated continuously in this battle, both physically and mentally.
In the end, she gradually lost her intuition, and all she knew was that her heart was bleeding, because she could feel that her body was really shamefully cooperating with him.
Her lips once again sounded indulgently with the bliss he brought.
That was not what she wanted. She was like a passer-by, watching another stranger enjoy herself under him.
The most amazing thing was that after she passed out, she was subconsciously running the absorption technique to forcibly transfer Qin Molin's spiritual power to herself.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying was too weak, so his transformation power could not shake Qin Molin's foundation.
There was a heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and Qin Molin finally woke up after being satisfied with leaving the hottest magma in her body.
He looked at the little man who had fainted in his arms and felt extremely distressed.
Her lips, waist, and legs were all stained with blood, showing his sin.
Qin Molin's heart ached inexplicably.
"Why?" He scratched her pale cheek with his finger in confusion.
She felt pain in her body, and he felt pain in his heart.
Qin Molin took a deep breath, his dark eyes full of sadness.
He carefully picked up Feng Xingying's thin body, walked out step by step, walked to the warm hot spring in the backyard, and carefully put her in.
On the way, Feng Xingying, who was sleeping, subconsciously grabbed Qin Molin's arm and talked incoherently in his sleep:
"No, no."
"Qin Molin, save me."
"no, do not want,"
Her voice was full of panic, which made people feel distressed. She was completely different from the usual Feng Xingying.
Qin Molin's heart felt as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer, suffocating him instantly.
He remained silent and allowed Feng Xingying's fingers to grasp his arm deeper and deeper until several bloody wounds were found.
Pain, yes.
But this pain was nothing compared to the scarred Feng Xingying.
He would rather she catch him a few more times.
But she suddenly let go at this moment, letting go in despair.
Feng Xingying, who was talking in his sleep, suddenly said: "He won't come to save me, everything is false.
From now on, I will still be alone, I am Feng Xingying, and I will not be afraid no matter how bloody things happen. I want to be strong. "
Obviously, it's just plain nonsense. It fits Feng Xingying's character very well.
Hearing this was the deepest pain in Qin Molin's heart.
This time, it's not a sledgehammer to the heart.
Instead, there was an invisible sharp knife that pierced his heart, shattering it bit by bit and turning it into a mess.
Yes, why did she ask Qin Molin to save her
It was obvious that he was hurting her.
No one has hurt her more deeply than him.
Especially when she said that she was alone and had to be strong.
Qin Molin's heart was so depressed that he almost stopped breathing, but he couldn't refute.
Was she really desperate for him
She no longer trusts him
Is he no longer her support, but her bloody storm
Qin Molin was speechless to refute.
Feng Xingying was still asleep, but her body no longer felt as cold as jade as before, but had a normal body temperature, even higher.