Qin Molin's tongue became more and more skillful, and he fell on the lake just by just sifting through the water, causing countless waves.

But his aura was full of domineeringness and invasion, not as gentle as before, but more hysterical.

Feng Xingying wanted to push him away, but he was as solid as a rock and still motionless.

"You are cheating!" Feng Xingying was completely angry, like a wounded little lion, trying to roar.

However, she could only say these three words.

Because now, she could no longer speak, and could only make a "whimper" sound from her throat.

Qin Yi was originally chasing Qin Molin, and saw their lips and teeth fusion from afar, as fierce as two soldiers fighting, and as tacitly as yi's most harmonious ink painting.

They are the most beautiful couple in the world. Not to mention embracing each other, they just think that they are made of heaven and earth just by the same screen.

Now that we are lying together, we feel that we are even more fairy-like couples. Even Qin Yi, who originally planned to be single for the rest of his life, suddenly had the idea of ​​finding a woman to talk about a relationship.

Such a picture is really beautiful, so beautiful that it touches people's hearts.

But Qin yi knew Qin Molin's character and knew that he hated being spyed, so he quickly activated the ban in Qin Molin's courtyard, and he himself guarded the courtyard and did not allow anyone to disturb them.

Fengxingying is the most poisonous poison in the world.

It gets stained with yi drips and erodes the bones.

All Qin Molin's concentration collapsed in front of her.

His tongue was overbearing and fierce, with punishment anger.

Feng Xingying's mouth was filled with him, and she felt a sense of shame and fulfillment.

But she resisted this feeling, and she continued to struggle, pushing him, refusing to cooperate.

This was not what she wanted. This feeling of shame made Feng Xingying almost crazy.

She angrily wanted to hide in the Xihuang Sword space, but suddenly she realized that his spiritual power was like shackles, tightly bound her, and she could not contact her space at all.

No wonder Qin Molin said that space is not omnipotent.

Did he teach her this lesson in this way?

Feng Xingying wanted to say that she knew and asked him to stop.

However, Qin Molin had no intention of stopping.

His kiss was deep and hard, as if he had used up all his spiritual power.

Later, Feng Xingying struggled and lost strength, and fell softly on his arm. He let him hug her and let him take her to the peak of sensory experience that was about to suffocate, but desperate but infinitely mysterious in his heart.

He felt her cooperation, opened his eyes, and looked at her pretty pink face infatuatedly. Her face was like a piece of natural white jade, and he forcibly dyed a beautiful peach blossom red.

Such a color is bright and charming, making people unable to take their eyes open.

Her originally stubborn eyes closed quietly at this moment, looking so quiet and warm, like a sleeping child.

Her eye feathers trembled slightly, like two cute little brushes, brushing on his heart, making him feel itchy and irritating.

Qin Molin couldn't help but exert force, and she actually responded subconsciously and clumsyly.

Her response was like the most violent medicinal medicine in the world, igniting his last tense mental nerve.

His mind was filled with her shadow, and he had no scruples or restraints. Even the string of realm that was originally oppressing him suddenly became clear.

However, now Qin Molin doesn't want to think about anything, and doesn't want to think about it.

In his eyes.

In his heart.

At this moment, now, here.

There is only the person in front of you, the person who is soft and can melt at any time.
Chapter completed!