"Feng Xingying!" An angry voice sounded from behind her, and Xiaoying lost consciousness.

She didn't know what she had given birth, but she just breathed a sigh of relief. The master did not kiss her in the end.

But where is she now?

Here, it seems to be a large forest without people, with only one courtyard, a wooden house and a hot spring behind the wooden house.

When Feng Xingying woke up, she was soaked in the hot spring, and the warm hot spring water washed the mark of shame on her body.

She remembered that when she woke up last night, she was on the white fox fur bed in the wooden house. When she woke up, he pressed her with anger and kept kissing her.

She was very panicked and wanted to run away, and wanted to push him away.

But her body was weak and weak. He fed her a strange flesh, but he ate the core himself.

He kept kissing her, kissing her, making her whole body soft as water. Then he forced her to ask for her despite her resistance.

Over and over again, the impact was like a tide, like the numbness of the golden lightning corona, like the scorching heat of being scorched by fire.

The sprint that passed by one round burned out all the remaining reason in her mind.

But she was getting better shamelessly, and she was so happy under him that she was whispering to her voice again and again.

Her familiar voice was the best reward and urge to him, which made him wish he could express all his lovesickness for thousands of years.

In the mood, her nails left blood marks on his shoulders because he removed all his defenses for her.

Qin Molin even abused himself and mixed a trace of destructive spiritual power into these blood marks to prevent his own body from healing automatically.

These blood marks are proof of their love, and he is afraid that he may not have them again in the next moment.

He treated her like this, maybe she really wouldn't forgive him.

But Qin Molin was also very desperate. God knew how painful his heart was when he saw Ye Jingning and Feng Xingying kissing each other.

She grew up and he couldn't wait.

If he doesn't do anything, she will be someone else's woman. He loves her deeply and cannot give her blessings with a smile. He can only kidnap her and make her hate him. It will be better than losing it forever.

What surprised Qin Molin the most was that Xiaoying, who was knocked out, could be brought into the space by him.

And he sealed all her spiritual power, and he would not let her go, even in this way she disliked the most.

His love is hot and intense, with a determination that will never stop until death.

She was as lingering as water, temporarily forgot everything and for herself.

He seemed to have sent her soul into another world, constantly climbing the peaks and wonders.

The dazzling stars make people fall endlessly.

And when she thought she had reached the highest peak and finally breathed a sigh of relief after experiencing the most exciting scenery, he sent her to another peak domineeringly.

It seems endless, but it is not annoying.

Her soft and cowardly voice subconsciously responded to his despair and affection.

She was not used to it, but she still subconsciously called his name.

"Qin Molin."

This sound really hit Qin Molin's crazy hole, making it even more difficult for him to control himself, and he wished he could die with her.

At least that way, he would not worry that she would not love him, that she would not worry that she would hate him, that she would not worry that she would think of other men. There is no need to worry about whether she should be soft-hearted or cruel to her.

Love is like a swamp, lingering, despair, endless.
Chapter completed!