This is not Feng Xingying!
Qin Molin's arms were shaking a little.
He felt that it was him who had lost his Feng Xingying.
Strange him, strange her.
But Feng Xingying was obviously hot all over, but still shivering from the cold.
He quickly put her into the hot spring.
He didn't dare to touch her body because he knew that she would hate him for doing that.
He was in the hot spring, separated by a body of water, looking at her quietly.
The warm water flowed over her body, making her slightly warm.
Qin Molin covered her body with a soft pure white silk skirt to cover up the temptation of her body.
On the contrary, it was himself, naked, revealing his sexy abs and long, tight and powerful legs.
At this time, there was only the hot spring between them, and there was no love.
Qin Molin whispered: "I don't like your body, nor your blood. I really like you, that's why I want to have you.
If you don't like it, I'll just stop touching you. But I can't lose you. "
He didn't know how long he had been soaking, but Qin Molin never slept and never closed his eyes.
His dimension is more mature and powerful than Feng Xingying's. He can actually stay in the dimension for a long time without going out.
Originally, his space could not accommodate living people to enter at will, but Feng Xingying was the first one. He felt that this was a gift from God.
Feng Xingying still didn't wake up, her state was very wrong. Such a strong person keeps talking weird nonsense.
"I also want a family," she said.
She said: "Who doesn't want someone to rely on? If you are used to being strong alone, you will get used to it. Maybe you won't need it in your lifetime."
She said: "Qin Molin, you don't understand me. I misjudged you."
She said: "It hurts. No, I am Feng Xingying. I bleed without crying. I can bear it and it won't hurt anymore."
she says:"… "
Every word she spoke was the deepest thoughts in her heart.
Qin Molin could understand some of them, but not others.
But he kept listening quietly, even though he knew she didn't even want him to hear.
Feng Xingying's voice became hoarse and he began to struggle to speak, and he fell asleep again in a daze.
Qin Molin finally felt that something was wrong.
His hand gently pressed against her forehead, which felt hot.
What's going on here
Qin Molin suddenly remembered that when Xiao Eleven was picked up, his whole body was so hot, especially his forehead.
Qin Yi was very experienced at the time and said that Xiao Shiyi was an ordinary person, so he would get sick. His condition was fever.
So, Feng Xingying was in the same condition as Xiao Shiyi at that time, having a fever
But she is a spirit? Shouldn't it be so easy to get sick
wrong!
Her heart was desperate, and she gave up everything, including herself, so she was as weak as an ordinary person.
If she uses her spiritual power, even if he is rough, he will not hurt her.
This was her way of deeply accusing and silently rejecting. This was her punishment for him.
Qin Molin's throat was choked.
It hurts even more because of knowing.
"Do you have a fever? But what should I do with you?"
Qin Molin wiped off the water drops on Feng Xingying's body, took her out, and put her back on the imperial concubine chair, letting her lie quietly. He also covered her with a soft lavender sky silk quilt, which was Embroidered with Feng Xingying's favorite iris.
Seeing her little person hugging the quilt tightly and looking very cold, Qin Molin couldn't bear it.
He got in and warmed her with his own body heat.