It was Feng Xingying that felt that Qin Molin's body temperature seemed to be hotter.

After realizing it, I wanted to withdraw.

It's too late.

The overwhelming and heat marks covered her face like a fiery red soldering iron, and layered with fine marks and patterns on the cold crystal stones.

Her feeling was cold and soaked but not biting, very comfortable, much more comfortable than ice spring water.

He rubbed his hands with love, and his domineering marks made Feng Xingying's mind confused and dizzy.

Qin Molin frowned again, as if she thought the clothes on her body were in the way.

His fingers moved lightly, tearing those troublesome obstacles into strands.

Feng Xingying wrapped her hands around her chest awkwardly.

Both of them had no cover.

Feng Xingying was not ready yet, but he did not regret what would happen next.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly plucked up the courage to respond to his domineeringness.

Her response was the most powerful potion in the world, which made his tense nerves collapse instantly and it was difficult to control himself.

The suffocating numbness and the peak happiness intertwined. Feng Xingying opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her quietly, with a smile on her face.

If she was his only antidote, she would not regret entering this ice spring.

Lip part.

Qin Molin suddenly pushed Feng Xingying away.

He turned around awkwardly, suppressing the Heat who kept shouting in his body and was raving at any time.

"You go quickly! Otherwise."

"What else? Are you afraid that you can't control yourself?" Feng Xingying chuckled.

He was afraid of hurting her or forcing her at this time, which has explained many problems.

"I don't know what the future will be like." Feng Xingying suddenly said: "But at this moment, I'm willing."

Feng Xingying hugged Qin Molin's waist from behind.

Qin Molin trembled slightly, and the last sensible string was crushed into powder under her hands.

He turned around, tried to control his emotions, and stroked her bun and cheeks little by little, as if he was stroking the most precious treasure in the world.

Her face was like a piece of black ice, slowly melting under the temperature of his scorching fingers and lips and teeth.

Her heart slowly melted away little by little, from cold to hot.

He could no longer control his suppressed Yuwang, and a suppressed growl came out of his throat.

All the heat waves rushed into the cold and sweet paradise with a nervous heart.

Together, they sank into the bottom of the water, but always hugged each other, feeling each other's temperature, leading each other into the painful but sweet peak.

His black long and dispersed, evil and sexy, like a devilish handsome man walking out of ancient paintings.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her strands are floating softly, covering her back and wrapping around him, just like strands of infatuated fireworks, entangled.

His fingers slid pity across her cold face soaked in ice spring water. Her warmth was as calm as ice jade, and she remained calm to his heart.

Others are heartwarming.

But when he arrived at Qin Molin, what Feng Xingying gave him was Bing Xin.

She cooperated hard and resented her lips.

His shoulders, slightly salty sweat, poured out of his body. Mixed with the ice spring water, it was cool and salty.

His sudden intrusion made Feng Xingying whisper out of control.

Qin Molin was almost suffocated by being stolen.

In fact, I was stopped and failed to get to the deepest.

Qin Molin lowered his head, kissed her light earlobe in the water, hugged her tighter, and occupied her hard.

again.

She grabbed a few deep blood marks on his shoulder in pain.

Her face turned pale, but she also knew the importance of this moment.

Once it is decided, Feng Xingying will not retreat.

She gritted her teeth and stopped escaping at a very deep moment when she was no longer able to escape, but instead stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

Finally rushing to the innermost point, Qin Molin's heart was beating wildly, almost crushing the person into his body. An unprecedented crazy joy rushed straight into his forehead, as if it was refreshing and crazy, all the reason flew out of the sky, leaving only the fallen Youwang.

It seemed as if he was dead and reborn, everything was gone in his eyes, and all his senses were left with her. He just wanted to dominate her, hug her, and possess her.

He started as he pleased.

Want, want to love...

He wished he could bury it in the deepest part of her body and never separate again.

The initial sharp pain finally passed, Feng Xingying's body did not hurt so much, and a hot and itchy feeling came. With his fierce movements, he became more and more trembling, like a sea tide storm, wave after wave, as if he was about to submerge his life.

In the senses, in the hearts, all over the body was filled with his unique taste. She seemed to be tied to him, completely falling into his world, deeply depressed.

The intense madness gradually faded away, Qin Molin's degree slowed down, feeling her body as soft as water, no longer resisting his movements, a trace of evil charm appeared on the corners of his lips, and the extreme lingeringness was over.

Feng Xingying was moved by the twists and turns, with a slight redness in the corners of her eyes, her breathing was intertwined with a gentle whisper, and her blurred eyes were filled with mist, melting in the surrounding ice spring water.

Her lips were as red as blood.

Qin Molin couldn't stand her softness as a petal... Every time he saw her biting her lip, he wanted to lean over and kiss her regardless of the consequences and crush her into his body!

He had not reached this point before, so he could only restrain himself.

Now?

It can be indulged.

Qin Molin was once again like a wild horse that broke freely, caring for free.

pain.

Feng Xingying gritted her teeth and subconsciously bit his shoulder, preventing herself from screaming.

She felt that half of her redness was quickly dissipated by the ice spring water, but her other half entered his body.

This is the first time Feng Xingying has encountered such a strange phenomenon.

Qin Molin seemed to feel Feng Xingying's suppressed pain, suspended his rough attack, and hugged her tightly with his backhand, as if to carve her into her flesh and blend her into her bones.

He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.

All the words of comfort turned into gentle gnawing.

Feng Xingying said stubbornly: "Remember, I slept with you today, and I will not be responsible for you. After today, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Don't bother me and let me be responsible for this."

Her voice was mixed with a hint of hoarse crying, and a hint of pride in her gentleness.

Unfortunately, Qin Molin didn't hear it at all!

Or, he doesn't want to listen at all!

None of each other?

Think beautiful!

At least at this moment, she wouldn't want to escape.

Her is all in his mind and body.

Qin Molin's mind was blank now, and he was completely immersed in this white moonlight.

Her words were gentle, like a war drum of encouragement, which made him muster up the courage to conquer.

Ups and downs, huge waves roll.

Once, again.

The forceful, unrestrained, violent, brought out a wave of ambiguous sounds of water, making her numb, making her tremble, making her stir, and making her live and die.

She was like a small boat sailing on the sea, allowing the craziness of the storm to attack, but she always kept her heart clear.

When every huge wave hits, it will lift the hull high, and the heartbeat will be thrilling, and I can't help but scream.

Feng Xingying thought Qin Molin's consciousness had entered a semi-crazy state and would not see her embarrassment at this moment.

She simply stopped suppressing herself and let the dense and soft voices overflow from her mouth to compose a song of love. Every move of Qin Molin, without ever entering and leaving, was like a pen, writing the rhythm of the song.

Her voice, her breath, and her taste are the greatest encouragement and temptation to him.

At this time, Qin Molin's eyes were as dark as ink, and all the stars were condensed in it, and there was no trace of demonic red.

There was a clear heart in his heart. Everything was composed into a beautiful ballad under his powerful conquest.
To be continued...