Chapter 248 Is He Injured?

(Revision)

Feng Xingying suddenly stopped talking, and the whole room became quiet.

It was so quiet that they could hear each other's pounding heartbeats and nervous breathing.

Also, they both open their eyes and can see each other at a glance, they are so close, and they are in an ambiguous posture of him above and her below.

No, it can't go on like this.

Feng Xingying felt that she still had to do something, she turned her head in embarrassment, twisted her body, and tried to escape from under him.

late.

Finding that she was about to run away, Qin Molin pursued her closely.

His enthusiasm was like a gust of wind and rain, overwhelmingly falling on her forehead, cheeks, ears, neck, and finally on the delicate petals.

The domineering masculine breath, mixed with strong blood, permeates Feng Xingying's mouth.

His eyes were domineering and crazy, like a bolt from the blue, shaking her heart.

His temperature was as hot as a soldering iron, as if he wanted to imprint her on her, forever.

She wanted to escape, but her body didn't obey, and she obediently entangled with him.

Feng Xingying gave up struggling, and even gave up thinking, and the whole person was weak and weak.

If only time stood still, this time is eternity.

She was still pushing the little hand on his chest, but at some point, she had turned to subconsciously wrap her arms around his waist.

Her body has also changed from being rigid and rigid to being as soft as water, mixed with a hint of sweetness and coldness, like the most beautiful delicacy in the world, tempting him to taste it.

Her heart had already accepted him.

Feng Xingying is not a hypocritical person, even if they can't be together in the end, she is willing to leave a deep memory with him.

With him, she will not regret it.

Anyway, to use her previous words, that is: she is not responsible for sleeping!

Qin Molin seemed to sense Feng Xingying's subtle change in mentality, and became even more arrogant and bold.

The soft clouds drifted, as if encouraging him to continue exploring.

He is like a bright sun, wandering between square inches, dyeing the snow-white clouds in the sky with a delicate color.

The warm sun was in the sky, igniting her always cold body little by little.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, desperate to taste the delicious food in front of him.

His movements began to become rough, even a little nervous and impatient.

He bowed his head and started a new round of crusade.

Without her resistance, he quickly broke into the fortress, using Chi as his soldiers.

Feng Xingying could only make a "woo woo" sound, there was no pain, but it seemed to be a kind of contentment to release.

At this time, no words can compare to each other's heart-to-heart communication.

The soft eraser wipes the silk threads stained on the white paper little by little, gently making people feel like falling into a hot spring, and every pore is dancing and jumping.

Seeing his careful and gentle movements, Feng Xingying's face was as red as fire.

Feng Xingying felt the blood in his mouth heavier.

Feng Xingying found out later.

Qin Molin, his breath is very unstable!

he is injured?

When is the thing? Could it be the so-called guardian formation?

She thought he was always so domineering and strong, but she didn't expect him to get hurt too.

However, Feng Xingying, who was riding with him, was well protected and didn't even hurt half of his hair.

In the softest part of Feng Xingying's heart, something was poked, like ice, slowly dissolving.

It turned out that he didn't say it, but kept doing it silently.

She raised her head, and met a pair of blood-red demonic, absolutely gorgeous, unfamiliar pupils.