Chapter 151: This King Has Been Poisoned Deeply

Feng Xingying didn't look at him, just quietly passed him by.

Just when Feng Xingying was about to stagger away from him, and the two went in different directions.

Qin Molin felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if something precious was about to leave him.

He reached out his hand unconsciously and grabbed Feng Xingying's arm.

Feng Xingying stood still and didn't struggle, just let him pull like this.

He didn't speak, and Feng Xingying didn't speak either.

The silence between the two seemed to freeze the whole world.

Time also freezes for them.

I don't know how long it took, before Qin Molin slammed Feng Xingying's body, swung her cloak, and covered her whole body, and hugged her into his arms.

Feng Xingying was very quiet and did not make unnecessary struggles.

She couldn't struggle against him, so there was no need to be hypocritical.

Feng Xingying could feel the harsh wind around him, his speed must be very fast, he should be rising into the air. Seems to be going somewhere?

What is he going to do?

Without waiting for Feng Xingying to think more, Qin Molin had already buried his head, leaning over and staring at her eyes with pitch-black eyes.

Feng Xingying was immersed in this star-like vortex for a moment. She actually saw the vast galaxy in his eyes.

How powerful and shocking is that?

Just as Feng Xingying was absent-minded for a moment, his lips were pressed down a little, and they were carefully pressed against hers.

That trace of warmth and moisture was like the most wonderful temptation in the world, enticing him to go deeper into it a little bit, enticing him to keep exploring.

He wants more, he wants to possess whatever it takes.

Qin Molin tasted her delicious taste, like a little bit of poison that devoured bones.

She is his poison.

It was the poison that he took the initiative to poison and never wanted to get rid of for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Feng Xingying returned to her senses and pushed Qin Molin away, who was doing whatever she wanted on her lips.

Her lips were as bright red as blood from his bite, and her cheeks like suet and white jade were also stained with a crimson cloud.

But her eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.

He pulled her back into his arms, and there was a hint of bewitching charm in his voice: "Dear, stop making trouble. This king decided not to be angry with you."

"Angry? Why?" Feng Xingying's voice was cold with a hint of alienation. She didn't want to forgive her inexplicably, because she never felt that she had done anything wrong.

Qin Molin has his formal standards, doesn't Feng Xingying have her own principles?

What she did and didn't do, she had her own conscience, and she didn't need to explain to anyone.

"If you like a woman who follows you in everything, you can line up to the gate of the city with a single shout, why do you have to find me? If you like my face, I will make her into a human skin mask and give it to you tomorrow. Wear it to whoever you want!"

There was a trace of unyielding stubbornness in Feng Xingying's voice.

Just last night, she had already understood her heart, and she really liked him.

But the feeling she wanted from Feng Xingying was never to be someone's puppet or to lose herself for someone. In her bones, she has her own pride.

With just one glance, Qin Molin understood her intentions.

He could not wait to tie her back, pamper her every night and force her to submit.

But then what he gets is not the Feng Xingying he wants, he will destroy her.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, controlled his breathtaking cold air, and spoke as calmly as possible:

"You, just don't trust me?"

"What?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.

Between the two of them, it seems that the focus is not on the same point at all.