Chapter 363 Qin Family Comes

Feng Xingying even heard himself gulping his saliva.

So boring!

Swallowing at this bastard.

She's just hungry, it's not what he thought, is it too late to explain now?

The answer is: too late!

Feng Xingying's subconscious reaction was a silent invitation to Qin Molin.

Since it was her acquiescence, he no longer wanted to suppress and endure.

The overwhelming kiss, delicate and domineering, was like a gust of wind and rain, and the drops fell on Feng Xingying's face and lips.

Feng Xingying's eyes were dyed a blurred pink by his enthusiasm.

She didn't even have time to think, she just subconsciously hugged his body and responded to his entanglement.

Her cherry lips were slightly open, like an invitation to him.

Qin Molin's angular face was also stained with a layer of intoxication. A layer of fine sweat dripped on the bridge of his strong nose. The thin lips were sexy and elastic, and the two soft pieces pressed against hers.

Feng Xingying closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

Her suddenly soft body seemed to be inviting him.

His tongue drove straight in, attacking the city, with some crazy punishment, but he was afraid of hurting her.

Their emotions were gently exchanged between their lips and teeth.

Just the next moment, Qin Molin suddenly opened his cloak and wrapped Feng Xingying in it.

His eyes, which were stained with a touch of red because of the *, also instantly regained clarity. He looked forward unhappily, his thin lips lifted lightly, and a word icyly burst out: "Go away!"

"Don't be so heartless." The person came out of the shadows: "In five days, it will be Madam's birthday, and she wants to see you."

"No." Qin Molin's voice was cold.

"But Madam is not feeling well recently." The person knelt down at Qin Molin's feet.

"Impossible! Her dignified Lingzong is not in good health? Are you stupid or am I stupid?" Qin Molin's face became even colder: "Stop playing such tricks in the future, it's useless for me. I don't have time, play with you."

"Master, I beg you, just go back." The man didn't give up, he ran over and knelt at Qin Molin's feet, hugging his calf and kowtow.

"Reason." Qin Molin's voice was still warm.

Perhaps only Feng Xingying could hear a trace of suppressed emotion from that icy voice.

Qin Molin, actually, nervous and worried?

The man refused to give the reason, and just recklessly kowtowed in front of Qin Molin.

Qin Molin frowned, he didn't like this feeling very much, and said coldly: "If you don't speak again, I will kill you."

The servant was actually not afraid of death, and continued to hold Qin Molin's calf and kowtow.

Qin Molin snorted softly and kicked him far away.

When the person turned back again, Feng Xingying felt that his brain was not enough.

This humble person who kneels at Qin Molin's feet, kowtows like garlic, and is as humble as mud, is actually the Spirit King!

When was the Spirit King of Yunxi Continent so worthless?

No, the Spirit King will always be an aloof existence.

The only possibility is what kind of strength and power the person who can drive the Spirit King has.

That person was smart, and he also discovered that a stranger was allowed in Qin Molin's room, and it was a woman!

With Qin Molin's character, how could ordinary people stay around and let her watch all this.

So the man turned and knelt down to Feng Xingying: "Girl, please, help me persuade my young master. Our mistress misses the young master, and lovesicks."