Feng Xingying suddenly stopped talking, and the whole room became quiet.

Quietly, they could hear each other's violent heartbeat and nervous breathing.

Also, they all opened their eyes and could see each other with their eyes. Their distance was so close, and they were in ambiguous posture with him on top and her on bottom.

No, I can't continue like this.

Feng Xingying felt that she had to do something, so she turned her head awkwardly, twisted her body, trying to avoid him.

It's too late.

Now that she was about to escape, Qin Molin chased her reluctantly.

His lips fell overwhelmed by the wind, cheeks, ears, neck, and finally fell on the bright red color.

The domineering macho aura, mixed with strong blood, spread in Feng Xingying's mouth, stirring.

His kiss was domineering and crazy, like a bolt from the blue.

His lips were as hot as a soldering iron, stamped on Fengxingying's lips, as if he wanted to brand his mark for her forever.

His tongue cleverly pried open her white teeth and chased her soft little tongue.

She wanted to escape, but her body was out of control, and she obediently got entangled with him.

Feng Xingying gave up struggling, even gave up thinking, and completely collapsed weakly.

Her little hand, which was originally pushing his chest, had turned into subconsciously embracing his waist and back.

Her body has also changed from stiffness to soft like water, mixed with a hint of sweetness and coldness, like the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Her heart had already accepted him. She was not a pretentious person. Even if they couldn't get up to him in the end, she was willing to leave a deep memory with him.

If she does it, she won't regret it.

She doesn't take responsibility if she sleeps!

Qin Molin seemed to feel Feng Xingying's subtle changes in mentality. Her soft body and cooperation seemed to encourage him to go deeper.

His hands wandered restlessly on her body, like a warm sun, igniting her cold body bit by bit.

Her dress also melted and disappeared in this hot fire, revealing the girl's body as white as jade. Her slender legs were flawless.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, and he wanted to taste the delicacy regardless of everything. His movements began to become rough and even a little impatient.

He bent down and kissed Feng Xingying's lips again. Without Feng Xingying's resistance, he quickly attacked the fortress, with his lips and teeth intersecting.

His tongue became more domineering, and he fought in her mouth. Feng Xingying could only make a "whimper" sound, without pain, but seemed to be satisfied with release.

The lips parted, and ambiguous white silk flowed down her lips, and it slid straight into her snow-white neck.

Looking at the tempting female body in front of her and kissing her familiar breath, Qin Molin could no longer control her.

At this time, no words could compare to the communication of the body. His body became hotter and hotter, pressing tightly against her. His hands kept fumbled upward from her waist restlessly, until the soft and sensitive breasts.

His tongue gently rolled past her lips and licked the white silk clean.

Looking at his careful and gentle movements, Feng Xingying's face turned bright red.

He went upwards little by little, and finally caught the bright red, conquered the domineering and fought wildly.

Feng Xingying felt the bloody smell in his mouth heavier.

He was injured? His breath was very unstable!

She looked up and faced with her two strange and strange pupils that were blood-red and weird, inhuman.
Chapter completed!