"What did you say?" Feng Xingying looked like a pitiful little rabbit at this moment.
Well, after staying with Zhima for a long time, Feng Xingying has learned a few percent of the trick of pretending to be pitiful.
"You will speak." Qin Molin's voice was full of demonic magnetism, like a wizard's spell.
Before Feng Xingying came to her senses, his familiar handsome face was already magnified in her pupils.
Feng Xingying couldn't help but retreat, but he stretched out his arm to hold her tightly.
His lips nibbled with a trace of revenge, biting out a bright line of blood from her lips.
She had already felt his desire, and was not prepared to resist.
Feng Xingying simply closed her eyes and let the raindrop-like lip marks slide down from her forehead, eyelids, tip of nose, and lips.
With some turbulent intention of punishment, he no longer cared about the tenderness and lingering, casually took off her clothes, stretched out his hand to take her into the hot spring full of spiritual power.
The hot spring condensation in Qin Molin's space is where the spiritual energy of his entire space gathers, somewhat similar to the flame pool in Feng Xingying's space.
This hot spring can not only assist in cultivation, but can also treat spiritual injuries.
So every time Feng Xingying was injured before, he would habitually put her into the hot spring.
This time, too.
But this time, Feng Xingying's body was very soft and there was no resistance at all. Her face was affected by the water mist, and a layer of rosy pink appeared on her face.
Meeting Feng Xingying who was so cooperative, Qin Molin's original intention to punish her softened unconsciously.
"It's enough that you're still alive." When his fingertips slid over the ice-cold jade skin, all his anger had turned into enthusiasm.
He held her tightly in his arms, feeling her unique cold body temperature, which seemed to calm all his uneasiness.
Feng Xingying also opened his eyes at this time, looked at Qin Molin quietly, and stretched out his fingers to stroke his thick eyebrows.
Her fingers were cold and gentle, like soft water grass brushing against his cheek.
Qin Molin grabbed her hand and gently bit her finger. Follow her arm and get closer little by little.
Feng Xingying closed her eyes shyly again, until he occupied her little by little and took her into the lingering realm of the clouds.
His movements are sometimes as gentle as water, and sometimes as violent as fire.
It's like waves crashing against the sand dunes in my heart, and like thunderstorms washing over the earth.
He went crazy in her tenderness, and she sank in the rhythm he controlled.
At this moment, there is no waiting for heaven and earth.
What makes Qin Molin want to teach this little guy Feng Xingying a lesson the most is that she can still practice kung fu during this most instinctive moment of physical communication!
"Am I not charming enough?"
"No."
"Then you think my physical strength is not good?"
"Even more so, you are definitely the best!"
"What, you still know someone else? Huh?" Qin Molin punished him severely again.
You're still being unreasonable!
Feng Xingying was about to cry, but she couldn't find the key point of Qin Molin's unreasonable troubles, and continued to use her Hehuan Palace technique.
Feng Xingying even kindly reminded Qin Molin: "Have you looked at the inheritance of Hehuan Palace?"
Qin Molin was so filled with hatred that he could only keep attacking, hoping to disrupt the rhythm of her practice.
Feng Xingying finally reacted belatedly, burst out laughing, and gave him a lame explanation:
"You are so powerful. If I don't use your skills, I will faint like an ordinary person."
Qin Molin liked hearing this. He was finally willing to take a normal posture, and even cooperated with Feng Xingying in a good mood to let the two people's spiritual powers merge and help Feng Xingying stabilize his state.