Feng Xingying felt like she had a painful and cold dream. Her ice spiritual power advanced from the peak of Great Spirit Master to the peak of Xuan Spirit Master in one breath.
Now Feng Xingying can hardly believe that in the blink of an eye, he has cultivated the spiritual power of the two systems to the peak of Xuanling Master.
But her realm is unstable and she doesn't dare to advance to the Spirit King level yet.
Others were worried about lack of spiritual power when practicing. Only Feng Xingying, who met Qin Molin, did the opposite. Instead, she felt that the spiritual power was too much and difficult to digest.
Feng Xingying looked at his hands, wishing he could rush to Tianshou Academy in Tianyu Kingdom and find some cannon fodder to kill everyone and consolidate his realm.
Unfortunately, before Feng Xingying could react, he had already fallen into Qin Molin's arms.
"I remember." Qin Molin's voice was slightly hoarse, with a sexy magnetism, and his eyes were as dark as ink, as deep as the stars.
"What do you think of?" Feng Xingying bit his lip.
"Thank you for making my life complete." He suddenly took her into his arms and held her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his chest and melt her into his bones and blood.
"You know? I'm so lucky that I met you when I was nine years old, so that my memory is no longer dull and boring. It's great to have you here."
Is this considered a confession
A trace of guilty embarrassment flashed in Feng Xingying's eyes. She wanted to get out secretly and made an excuse: "The guardians have been waiting for me for a long time. They must be anxious."
"You are the palace master, so I should wait for you." Qin Molin's voice was tainted with a hint of love that was so strong that it couldn't be resolved. "So, should you pay off your debt to me first?"
Feng Xingying felt guilty inexplicably. When he thought of teasing Qin Molin while he was getting smaller, Feng Xingying felt that the punishment that followed might be inhumane.
With Qin Molin's character, he would definitely not let her go easily.
How about running away
Feng Xingying thought like this, and unconsciously rubbed Qin Molin's chest. When he softened and let go, she turned around and wanted to run away.
However, he just pulled slightly, and she had returned to his arms, half-lying.
"I, please listen to my explanation." Feng Xingying was anxious and spoke quickly.
However, Qin Molin kissed her lips directly and domineeringly, and kept attacking until she retreated steadily and could no longer speak.
The clothes on their bodies had been snatched away by Qin Molin at some unknown time.
The overwhelming deep kiss ignited her cold skin inch by inch.
His hot iron, like fire, instantly penetrated the peach garden, filling her valley.
"Ah~!" Feng Xingying breathed out softly.
Qin Molin, however, worked hard to catch up, never slacking off, and kept sending her into the clouds.
Want to love, love deeply.
Being able to share the same interests with her is the best time.
The pain and danger she had endured before seemed insignificant compared to her.
God knows how painful it is to have him wait another ten years to think of her and have her.
That's why Qin Molin speeded up the progress without hesitation. He could wait, but he didn't want her to wait.
He just wanted to hold her in his hands and pamper every inch of her body.
"Well... um... Qin... Mo... Lin."
Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to become confused, and he allowed fragmented words to come out of his mouth under the rhythm he controlled.
Her voice became clearer and softer, like a cat's meow, which touched people's hearts and made him unable to help but speed up the rhythm of the storm, trying to squeeze out more sweet cries.
Over and over again, he proved to her his extraordinary physical strength.