Ji Jue's voice was gentle and quiet, and his heartbeat was naturally clear, so he stopped lying when he heard it.

After all, he is actually a very gentle and kind person.

Only such a person can infinitely tolerate his spiritual beasts being useless and ate, and have a arrogant temper.

Feng Xingying felt relieved and fell asleep unknowingly.

She has been in a long time and has not slept outside the space.

If there is such an older brother, it seems to be very good.

Feng Xingying actually had a dream and saw his parents and relatives vaguely.

The picture in the dream gradually blurred, and Feng Xingying suddenly entered a familiar space.

The black trees and red leaves were lying quietly in the hot spring, and the hot water in the hot spring was soaking her body.

In the courtyard, smoke from cooking stoves is curling, giving people warmth.

The faint fragrance of porridge spreads, and Feng Xingying's lips reveals a knowing smile.

The familiar figure was getting closer and closer. He was dressed in black as black as ink, his face was as cold as jade, with clear edges and corners as carved by a knife, and her deep pupils reflected her figure.

Feng Xingying smiled at him unconsciously and said softly: "Qin Molin, are you here to pick me up?"

He smiled at her, and reached out to her.

Feng Xingying happily placed his hand on the palm of his hand.

He pulled Feng Xingying out of the water with a light pull.

Feng Xingying flew out of the water like a butterfly, hovering in the air. His wrist was pulled hard, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.

The familiar temperature and familiar breath surround the Fengxing Shadow.

She closed her eyes in obsessively, and his kiss was like a flood breaking the dam, covering the sky and the earth.

His breath completely wrapped around her and spread little by little.

Her breathing, her lungs were full of him.

Familiar warmth and emotion, strange despair and sorrow.

Is this really a dream?

Feng Xingying is a little confused.

If it is a dream, then let the dream last longer.

"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying closed her eyes and wandered in the ocean of his breath.

Now he has endless tenderness, his eyes are filled with pain and pity.

All the bondage on her body was broken at his fingertips, and she gently untied her clothes for him.

He was filled with despair and a humid and hot breath pounced on Feng Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying felt his body tighten suddenly, and his heat had entered.

His temperature was still familiar heat, and he wanted to ignite her, ignite her, and then ignite her again.

His repeated impacts made Feng Xingying forget the time, place, everything, and only immersed in the unforgettable heart he brought to her.

She felt that her body was very light and soft, like rootless duckweed, cold and fluffy.

He fixed her and warmed her heart with his body temperature.

He conquered again and again, sending her into the clouds.

She thought she could take a breath, but a new wave of conquests came one after another, sending her to a higher peak in the clouds.

"Qin Molin~~"

When she was moved, she finally shouted out in vain, and in his repeated conquests, she called his name over and over again.

Until the scorching magma exploded, Feng Xingying felt the heat flow explode in his body, and the soul-devouring bones were destroyed.

"Xingying, if I regret it, will you forgive me?" His voice was vaguely trembling with some gentle trembling.

meeting?

A word stuck in Fengxingying's throat, but it stuck for a long time but never said it.

She heard Qin Molin's sigh.

Her heart suddenly hurt.

Then he is no longer conscious.

After Feng Xingying woke up, she was still in that tent and bed, and she was still the boy named Xiaoxing.

She could feel the hot temperature on her body, which belonged to Qin Molin's temperature and Qin Molin's breath.
Chapter completed!