Hehuan Palace Underground Palace.
Qin Molin and Feng Xingying each said a word, and then he waved his hand, and everything in front of him began to change.
The so-called illusion of the underground palace suddenly collapsed in Qin Molin's hands.
Only then did Feng Xingying see where they were, they were still at the entrance to the underground palace.
However, the underground palace has been closed at this time, and unwelcome people such as Ji Jue, Feng Changyan, Yu Wen Ximing, etc. are outside the gate.
In the entire underground palace, there were only two people, Feng Xingying and Qin Molin.
The walls of the underground palace are covered with translucent essences of various colors. They are only used for lighting, but they illuminate the entire hall in colorful colors, like a dreamy wonderland.
Feng Xingying looked at the man walking towards her step by step, with a smile on her lips.
"I long for freedom. I hate being restrained, and I don't want to be anyone's prison." Feng Xingying smiled and said to him, "But I was wrong. I forgot one thing. If it were for you, I could endure ten years of imprisonment." .”
"No, you are right." Qin Molin's voice was mixed with a hint of deep hurt: "I was always the one who was wrong. It was my self-righteousness that made you farther and farther away from me.
I like to watch you fly freely. If I could see you every day but not your smile, I would rather let you fly.
I like to see your flamboyant look. If you change for me, you will no longer be you. If I can't see the flamboyant expression on your face, I would rather lose it.
It's because I'm too unsure of myself and I'm afraid you'll leave me, so I want to imprison you. It was my fault. "
Feng Xingying bit his lip and looked at the man in front of him quietly.
She originally wanted to ask him if he was luring her into a dream.
No need to ask now.
Because he has answered with actions.
He stretched out his hand and drew a strange symbol in front of her.
After that, the surrounding scene changed again, and she seemed to have entered his space again.
She knew it wasn't.
This is just an illusion controlled by Qin Molin.
But Feng Xingying didn't want to expose it. She wanted to wander in his illusion.
His lips had a familiar burning feeling, mixed with a kind of deep sorrow, which made people want to cherish her.
Moist kisses fell on her cheeks, neck, and collarbone.
Feng Xingying closed her eyes. She completely relaxed and giving herself to him was the best answer.
"Can we go back to the past? I lost my memory. You said you would take me back to my memory. You said you wouldn't dislike me." There was a hint of hot hoarse magnetism in his voice, which gently brushed her emotions. , igniting her cold body and cold heart together.
"Okay." As soon as Feng Xingying opened her mouth, he took the opportunity to seize her. He went deeper and deeper into her mouth, and continued to conquer her mouth, chasing her uvula and losing ground.
Feng Xingying has a stubbornness in his heart that refuses to admit defeat.
His pursuit provoked her to counterattack, and she responded proactively.
Feeling Feng Xingying's initiative, Qin Molin was inexplicably excited. All the anxiety and uneasiness turned into calmness and passion at this moment.
I just want to love her well.
"If we are thousands of miles apart and you only need to take one step, I will risk everything and travel across mountains and rivers.
Come, sleep with you. "
He said this in her ear with a hint of bewilderment.
He was like an erupting volcano, constantly compressing the distance between the two, igniting all her passion and sending her emotions into the clouds.
She allowed her body to be controlled by him like a small boat, letting him blow and sweep her up into the sky.
When she thought she had reached the highest peak, she found that his attack was even more fierce, and his hot hardness once again sent her to a higher peak.
"Uh... ah..."
Fragmented sounds could not help but escape from her mouth.