When he first met her, he was really tempted by the primitive smell of blood.

But it was true that he fell in love with her.

Qin Molin's last sensible string was tempted by this charming blood lips, and his eyes turned completely blood-red.

He pounced on him desperately, sucking the blood between her lips, carrying the deadly magic charm.

Every trace of blood flow, Feng Xingying could feel a trace of weakness.

But she endured the pain and stood stubbornly, giving up the protection of her spiritual power, and truly felt the pain like an ordinary person.

The bondage on Feng Xingying's body was untied at some point, but he had no freedom of movement.

Because he held her firmly in his arms, replaced those spiritual powers, and wrapped her in his arms, his bondage was closer than binding.

Qin Molin's eyes became more red and more charming, and his aura was filled with a terrifying sense of despair.

Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but he seemed to have no strength anymore.

He had some subconsciousness and knew that he would take her into a room and throw it on a chaise longue in the room.

The imperial chaise longue was softly cushioned under Feng Xingying, but he pounced on him like a wild beast and pressed him down hard.

Qin Molin could no longer control his emotions. While he was constantly sucking her blood through the wound on the corner of her lips. Although the amount was small, he was still happy.

And his hands and feet did not stop, and roughly tore her clothes to pieces and pressed her tightly.

Feng Xingying tried his best to push him. This kind of humiliation was not what Feng Xingying wanted. Qin Molin, who turned into a beast, was not what Feng Xingying wanted to see.

However, both her blood and herself have the most deadly and direct temptation to him.

Blood, like a trickle of water, entered his mouth, dyeing his lips a charming purple-red color.

And his hot pot also expanded to the limit again, sieging the city roughly.

"ah!"

Feng Xingying screamed in pain.

Without any foreplay, no cooperation or emotion, Feng Xingying felt the pain like a crack. She trembled all over, subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet and grabbed it tightly.

She didn't want to capture Qin Molin because she hated him now.

But Qin Molin all relied on her physical instinct, and then and again, brutally brought her endless pain, endlessly.

Until, those pains turn into numbness, habits and shame.

Feng Xingying stubbornly resisted not wanting to make a sound, but she still couldn't help but overflow a few syllables from her teeth from time to time.

It hurts so much. He is already bigger and longer than ordinary people, and now he is less controlled and possesses completely roughly.

What he brought to her was no longer enjoyment, but torture.

Feng Xingying hated herself the most. After getting used to this pain and size, she gradually adapted to it and let him go in and out.

This time, there was no warning, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and a hail fell overwhelmingly.

Feng Xingying endured silently, enduring, and no idea when it would be the end.

Every trace of pain made her more awakened to how powerless she was and what kind of shame he brought to her.

The shame of the body will never be as strong as the endless despair in the heart.

Once upon a time, she loved him as much as she hated him now.

Every pain in Feng Xingying seemed to remind her that this was what she asked for, and it was the sin she deserved to atone for. It was her worthy and it was her overestimating her ability.

Feng Xingying looked at the man who was so strange that she felt terrible that she felt, the man with blood-eyed eyes who was completely controlled by the demon blood, and actually sneered in the pain.

This is Qin Molin.
Chapter completed!