After leaving the space, Feng Xingying was tightly held by a hot arms.

She didn't struggle.

The familiar breath made her feel at ease.

His eyes fell on her thin temples.

His lips scrubbed against her forehead hotly, but did not fall, just looked at her quietly.

The moonlight shines on their embracing figures.

Seeing Qin Molin's plump red lips getting closer and closer, and feeling the heat in his eyes, Feng Xingying subconsciously licked his lips.

"Are you inviting me?" Qin Molin's eyes were full of jokes.

Feng Xingying was angry and pushed him away, turning around in anger: "This is my place, I didn't invite you, Your Highness Leng. Do you don't understand the principle of not being allowed to enter?"

"Oh?" Qin Molin curled his lips and chuckled: "Then it's still time for you to invite me now."

"Why!" Feng Xingying stopped talking to a bastard, and she couldn't speak well. She simply turned her head and picked up the little black rabbit, leaving only the bastard's back.

Qin Molin didn't care.

"What are you doing?" Qin Molin pulled out the piece of ice cube carved with runes: "What is this?"

This thing, being made like a mysterious and mysterious rune by Qin Molin.

"Pan Recipe." Feng Xingying did not hide it.

"Don't you understand bullying me?" Qin Molin showed a sarcastic smile on his face, teleported to Feng Xingying, staring at Feng Xingying's face with deep eyes.

At this moment, he was damnly thinking, would it be better if Feng Xingying showed a sunny smile like Ye Xing?

He knew that this was unfair to Feng Xingying. If Feng Xingying knew his thoughts, he might not have ignored him for a month.

"It's up to you." Feng Xingying's voice turned cold in an instant. She hated the feeling of being suspicious the most, and she was even too lazy to explain a little more. "If you don't believe it, you won't believe anything I say."

"I believe." Qin Molin's smile actually had a faint warmth.

His hand took her waist and hugged her on the Black Jade Lion King.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying turned around and asked, almost touching Qin Molin's lips.

Qin Molin showed a playful smile on his face.

She quickly turned around and said, "This bastard must have done it on purpose!"

"You will know when you go." Qin Molin knew that Feng Xingying was thin-skinned and did not say it out loud.

Looking at the trajectory of the Mo Yu Lion King, it was actually heading towards the palace.

"You won't plan to take me to make a big fuss in the palace, are you?" Feng Xingying actually felt like he was on a plane as he watched the solemn and gorgeous palace speeding from under her feet.

"I'm wrong, guess again." Qin Molin was in a good mood and let Feng Xingying's silk brush across his cheeks, itchy, but it feels very comfortable.

"Robber the Treasure House of the Palace?" Feng Xingying's voice was crisp and natural, but not at all pretentious, like a breeze blowing across the water, which sounded very comfortable.

"What kind of person am I?"

"Forcing the palace?"

"Are you going to be the emperor or me?"

It seems that the emperor is physically employed and is trapped in trivial matters every day, so they don’t have the hard work of being an emperor.

"What is that doing?" Feng Xingying really couldn't guess.

Qin Molin's lips curled up with warmth, and he approached Feng Xingying's ears with a shy face. His voice was dull and low: "I'll tell you if I kiss me."

"Hmph!" I don't want it.

Feng Xingying turned her head proudly and stroked the soft little ears of the little black rabbit.
Chapter completed!