Feng Xingying didn't know how long this punishment of Lingchi lasted. She only knew that her consciousness became increasingly blurred. Later, her physical instinct was just entangling with him.

Even Qin Molin's domineeringness is that she can still send her to the clouds when she clearly does not cooperate or resists.

That was, what she didn't want, the pinnacle of shame.

Feng Xingying retreated repeatedly in this battle, both in body and soul.

In the end, she gradually lost her intuition and only knew that her heart was bleeding because she could feel that her body was really shamelessly cooperating with him.

On her lips, the bliss he brought with him sounded indulgently again.

That was not what she wanted. She was like a passerby, watching another stranger enjoying her happiness under him.

The most amazing thing is that after she fainted, she subconsciously used the absorption technique and forcibly converted the spiritual power of Qin Molin to herself.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's strength is too weak, and this conversion power cannot shake Qin Molin's roots.

A heavy rain, lightning and thunder, Qin Molin finally woke up after leaving the hottest magma in her body contentedly.

He looked at the little man fainting in his arms and felt extremely distressed.

Her lips, waist, and legs were covered in blood, demonstrating his sins.

Qin Molin's heart was inexplicably painful.

"Why?" He stroked his fingers across her pale cheeks with confusion.

She hurts her body, he hurts her heart.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, and his dark eyes were filled with sadness.

He carefully picked up Feng Xingying's thin body, walked out step by step, walked to the warm hot spring in the backyard, and put her in carefully.

On the way, Feng Xingying, who was sleeping in a deep state, subconsciously grabbed Qin Molin's arm and spoke incoherently:

"No, no."

"Qin Molin, save me."

"No, no,"

Her voice was full of fear and heartbreaking, which was completely different from Fengxing Movie.

Qin Molin's heart seemed to be hit hard by someone with a heavy hammer, and instantly suffocated.

He kept silent and let Feng Xingying's fingers grab his arm, getting deeper and deeper until he grabbed a few bloody mouths.

There is pain.

But this pain is nothing compared to the scarred Feng Xingying.

He would rather she catch him a few more times.

But she suddenly let go at this time and let go in despair.

Feng Xingying, who was talking in her sleep, suddenly spoke out: "He won't come to save me anymore, everything is fake."

From now on, I will still be alone, I will be Feng Xingying. No matter how many bloody storms are, I will not be afraid. I will be strong."

It is clearly just a plain nonsense. It is very consistent with Feng Xingying's personality.

In Qin Molin's heart, the deepest pain is the deepest.

This time, it wasn't a sledgehammer that hit the heart.

Instead, an invisible sharp knife pierced into his heart, shattering his heart bit by bit, breaking it into mess.

Yes, why did she call Qin Molin to save her?

It was clearly him who was hurting her.

No one hurt her even more than him.

Especially she said that she should be strong alone.

Qin Molin's heart was even more depressed and almost stopped breathing, but he could not refute it.

Was she really desperate about him?

She no longer trusts him?

Is he no longer her support, but her bloody storm?

Qin Molin actually retorted speechlessly.

Feng Xingying was still asleep, but her body no longer felt as cold as before, but was carrying a normal body temperature and even high.
Chapter completed!