What a proud person Feng Xingying is? What I hate most on weekdays is being touched by others.
And any man who dares to belittle her lover will basically never see the sun the next day.
Only Qin Molin.
In front of outsiders, he is as cold as ice.
But in Feng Xingying's eyes, this man was as passionate as fire.
His passion ignited her cold heart bit by bit.
He brought her back from the brink of death, so why should she care about those illusory and false reputations
Feng Xingying closed his eyes softly.
As if sensing Feng Xingying's compliance, his movements became gentle. One arm clasped the back of her head, and the other slender and powerful hand lifted her chin.
Lean down and kiss her passionately!
He used his hot tongue to pry open her shell teeth and wreak havoc in Feng Xingying's mouth, seemingly with some kind of oath and sovereignty.
Qin Molin's movements were domineering and frivolous, focused and intense.
When her lips were released, Feng Xingying gasped for breath, her cheeks were as red as fire, and even the air she breathed in was filled with scalding heat, igniting her bit by bit.
He wanted to do it again.
Feng Xingying sighed softly, and a shining silver needle pierced his waist from her finger.
The flames in Qin Molin's eyes calmed down instantly.
His deep eyes were staring at the girl in front of him with messy hair, flushed cheeks and aggrieved eyes.
"Feng Xingying." His voice was a little warmer than the usual coldness, yet magnetic but not hoarse.
"So, you're sick again?" Feng Xingying also restrained her charming emotions, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes: "Can't you go find someone else?"
"No." There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, like an ancient well of ice:
"In your heart, am I, Qin Molin, that kind of person?"
The figures of the two people gradually disappeared.
"I don't mean anything else. I am a doctor and you are a patient. I am just discussing the condition with you. If you can't hold on, then..." Feng Xingying pursed her lips and said nothing, but her meaning was very clear.
Feng Xingying is a stubborn woman at heart.
The relationship she wants is pure, without a trace of impurity, and understanding of each other.
She was sure that if she saw Qin Molin with other women, she would leave him forever.
Because she has her pride.
Understanding is one thing, but accepting is another.
What was his kiss to her? Those ardent passions that are only unleashed on her when you can't help it or can't help yourself
Is it okay to change to another woman
"You are the first and you will be the last." Qin Molin's voice was filled with angry murderous intent.
He pulled Feng Xingying into his arms.
Feng Xingying didn't notice for a moment, and her face bumped into his strong chest. The familiar breath made Feng Xingying feel a little addicted.
Immediately, she reacted and tried to push him away with all her strength.
But he hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, for fear that she would slip away if he was not careful.
"Let me hug you, okay? Just a moment will be fine." His voice contained a hint of deep sorrow.
Feng Xingying's heart softened, and his body also softened. No more resistance.
His breath surrounded her, like bathing in the sea breeze of early spring, warm, moist, and nostalgic.
Just one moment, just one moment.
Feng Xingying also told herself to stop her heart and lean on her for a moment.
One second, two seconds... one stick of incense passes.
Feng Xingying twisted awkwardly.
But he used his hand to hold him tighter.