For example, a small prince of the Dali Kingdom could support seven concubines and dozens of beautiful maids. People from hidden aristocratic families lived a luxurious and luxurious life.
What's more, the most noble Lord of Tongtian Pavilion in the entire continent? His existence is more noble than the emperor. It is destined that there will be many women like Ling Chuxue who don't want status and just want to stay by his side.
And the best way to detoxify Qin Molin's demon blood is actually a woman, which is why his mother always wants Ling Chuxue to stay by his side.
That way, once he gets sick, he can detoxify at any time, which is the most selfish and correct way.
But this is not the life Feng Xingying wants.
That's why she came to Fan-shaped Island alone, to escape, and also to smooth out the knot in her heart.
Qin Molin didn't know what Feng Xingying was thinking. He only thought that she was angry with Ling Chuxue, so he came to look for her.
Fortunately, he is here, otherwise if Feng Xingying was picked up by others in this state, the consequences would be disastrous.
Qin Molin's confidence in Feng Xingying was also greatly reduced because he cared.
Could Feng Xingying's concentration be controlled by ordinary drugs? If she hadn't met Qin Molin, how could she have become like this
If it were another person, Feng Xingying would definitely enter his own space and torture his body with extreme ice.
But now, she doesn't want to think so much, doesn't want to control herself, and feels a little bit like letting herself go.
Feng Xingying's little hands began to pull at Qin Molin's clothes restlessly, obviously because he thought those clothes were in the way.
"The costumes are so annoying! Why are they so difficult to take off?" Feng Xingying was about to cry.
The fabrics of modern clothes are thin and simple in structure. With a pull and pull, you can almost tell the truth.
But Qin Molin's clothes are made of top-quality silk that can't be cut easily with a sword, and the structure of his clothes is so complicated that he can't take them off at all!
"Why do you take off me so fast, I can't take off yours!" Feng Xingying's face was flushed, with a cute willfulness on her face.
Qin Molin chuckled, and finally couldn't hold it back. Before she could cry, he waved his hand and took off all the clothes on both of them.
He whispered in her ear: "I'm waiting for you."
"Hmph. Don't think I can't do it!" Feng Xingying was provoked, and he jumped forward with fighting spirit.
Spring scenery, in an old dream.
One night, no sleep.
When Feng Xingying woke up, he still remembered his madness last night.
Because he was not drunk, just drugged.
But she was so proactive and so shy.
Feng Xingying hid her face in the quilt, a little afraid to face Qin Molin.
Fortunately, Qin Molin seemed to know that Feng Xingying was shy. As if suffering from amnesia, he was dressed in a neat black robe and lifted up her quilt with a dignified and elegant expression:
"Aren't you making trouble and want to drink? I prepared fruit wine for you."
"Oh." Feng Xingying secretly looked at him from the corner of her eye and found that there was nothing strange about him, so she got up obediently and followed him to the dinner table.
The dining table is in the yard and can be exposed to the sun.
The early morning sun has a non-aggressive warmth that shines on my face, making it very comfortable.
Qin Molin's breath was clean but mellow, and it smelled very comfortable.
The breakfast he makes, like the person he is, tends to perfection.
But today, I made a special trip to prepare an extra glass of fruit wine for Feng Xingying.
The translucent white crystal cup, the amber liquid, shines with charming color in the sunlight.
Before entering the mouth, Feng Xingying couldn't help but lick his tongue.
It seems, very good.