Ji Jue's voice was gentle and quiet, and his heartbeat sounded naturally and clearly, and he wasn't lying as soon as he heard it.
After all, he is actually a very gentle and kind person.
Only such people can tolerate their spiritual beasts being useless, eating, and having a arrogant temper.
Feng Xingying felt very at ease and fell asleep unconsciously.
She hadn't slept peacefully outside of space for a long time.
If there really is such a brother, it seems to be a good feeling.
Feng Xingying actually had a dream and vaguely saw his parents and relatives.
The images in the dream gradually blurred, and Feng Xingying suddenly entered a familiar space.
She lay quietly in the hot spring among the dark trees and red leaves, and the warm water of the hot spring soaked her body.
In the courtyard, smoke curls up, giving people a sense of warmth.
The faint aroma of porridge and rice spread, and a knowing smile appeared on Feng Xingying's lips.
The familiar figure was getting closer and closer. He was dressed in black like ink. His face was as cold as jade, with sharp edges and corners like a knife. His deep eyes reflected her figure.
Feng Xingying smiled at him unconsciously and said softly: "Qin Molin, are you here to pick me up?"
He smiled back at her and held out his hand to her.
Feng Xingying happily put her hand on his.
With a gentle tug, he pulled Feng Xingying out of the water.
Feng Xingying flew out of the water like a butterfly, hovering in the air. He pulled her into his arms with force and gentle pull on his wrist, holding her tightly.
Familiar temperature and familiar atmosphere surrounded Feng Xingying.
She closed her eyes in fascination, and his kiss was like a flood breaking through a bank, covering the whole sky.
His breath completely enveloped her, spreading bit by bit.
Her breath, her lungs were filled with him.
Familiar warmth and emotion, unfamiliar despair and sadness.
Is this really a dream
Feng Xingying was a little confused.
If it is a dream, let the dream last longer.
"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying closed her eyes and wandered in the ocean of his breath.
Now he has endless tenderness, and his eyes are filled with a little pain and pity.
All the restraints on her body were broken at his fingertips, and she gently unbuttoned his clothes.
With desperate madness, his hot and moist breath hit Feng Xingying's face.
Feng Xingying felt his body tighten suddenly, and his heat had entered.
His temperature was still the familiar heat, wanting to ignite, ignite, and ignite her again at all costs.
His impact again and again made Feng Xingying forget about time, place, and everything, and was only immersed in the unforgettable feeling he brought to her.
She felt that her body was very light and soft, like rootless duckweed, cold and fluffy.
He held her in place, warming her heart with his body temperature.
He conquered again and again, sending her into the clouds.
She thought she could take a breath, but found that a new wave of conquests was coming one after another, sending her to a higher peak in the clouds.
"Qin Molin~~"
When she was moved, she finally shouted out without emotion, calling his name over and over again during his continuous conquests.
Until, the scorching magma erupted, and Feng Xingying felt the heat explode inside his body, eating away his soul and destroying his bones.
"Xingying, if I regret it, will you forgive me?" His voice was ethereal with a gentle tremor.
meeting
A word stuck in Feng Xingying's throat. It stayed stuck for a long time but never came out.
She heard Qin Molin's sigh.
Her heart suddenly hurt.
No more consciousness.
When Feng Xingying woke up, it was still the same tent and bed, and she was still the young boy named Xiaoxing.
She could feel the hot temperature on her body, which belonged to Qin Molin. There is also Qin Molin's breath.