What a proud person is Feng Xingying? What you hate most on weekdays is being touched.

And the men who dare to be careless of her will basically not see the sun the next day.

Only, Qin Molin.

In front of outsiders, he is the cold King Leng.

But in Fengxingying's eyes, this man was as passionate as hot.

His passion, ignited her cold heart.

He pulled her back from the brink of death, so why should she care about those illusory names?

Feng Xingying closed her eyes softly.

It seemed as if Feng Xingying's obedience, his movements became gentler. He grabbed the back of her head with one arm, and raised her jaw with only a slender and powerful hand.

Bent down and kiss her affectionately!

He pried open her bald teeth with his hot tongue, raging in Feng Xingying's mouth, as if with some oath and sovereignty.

Qin Molin's actions were domineering and frivolous, focused and intense.

When her lips were released, Feng Xingying gasped in big mouthfuls, her cheeks were as red as fire, and even the air she inhaled was hot and ignited her.

He also wants to cover up again.

Feng Xingying sighed softly, and a shiny silver needle pierced from her fingers into his waist.

The flames in Qin Molin's eyes calmed down instantly.

His eyes were deep, staring at the girl in front of him with messy cheeks, blushing cheeks and aggrieved eyes.

"Feng Xingying." His voice was much colder than usual, but it was not hoarse in magnetic properties.

"So, are sick again?" Feng Xingying also restrained her beautiful emotions, and a cold flashed in her eyes: "You can't go find someone else?"

"No." A trace of cold flashed in his eyes, like an ancient ice well:

"I, Qin Molin, in your heart, are you that kind of person?"

The figures of the two gradually fell.

"I have no other meaning. I am a doctor, you are a patient, I am just discussing the condition with you. If you can't hold on, just say it." Feng Xingying pursed her lips and did not say anything, but she understood the meaning very clearly.

Feng Xingying is a stubborn woman in her bones.

The feelings she wants are pure, without any impurities, and they know each other.

She could be sure that if she saw Qin Molin and other women rising up, she would leave him forever.

Because, she has her pride.

Understanding is the thing, but accepting is another matter.

What was his kiss to her? Those passions that were released to her only when they were involuntarily and could not help themselves?

Is it okay to change to a woman?

"You are the first one, and you will be the last one." Qin Molin's voice was filled with anger and murderous aura.

He pulled Feng Xingying into his arms.

Feng Xingying was not careful when she was erect, and her face hit her strong chest. The familiar aura made Feng Xingying addicted.

Immediately, she realized and used all her strength to push him away.

But he hugged him tighter and tighter, just like holding the most precious treasure in the world, for fear that she would slip away if she was not careful.

"Can I hug you? Just put it down." His voice was filled with a deep sadness.

Feng Xingying's heart was soft and his body also softened. He no longer resisted.

His breath surrounds her, like bathing in the sea breeze of early spring, slightly warm and moist, making people feel nostalgic for their sins.

Just go, just go.

Feng Xingying also told herself that she would stop her heart and just rely on her to make her feel better.

yi seconds, two seconds of incense time passes.

Feng Xingying twisted awkwardly.

But he was very skilled and held him tighter.
Chapter completed!