Six Hundred and Thirtieth Chapters a Bath Three

He didn't even wear it.

he.

asshole!

Feng Xingying suddenly took a bite on his chest.

He still didn't let go, holding her soft body tightly against his chest.

"Qin Molin, you really don't remember me?" Feng Xingying's voice was like a ray of warm wind, with a charming warmth in her softness.

Qin Molin's Adam's apple choked involuntarily, then quickly regained his composure, and patted Feng Xingying's head: "Little guy, don't make trouble, I'll hold you to sleep."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Feng Xingying went crazy.

"You don't think I'm any different from you?"

"Well, your pectoral muscles are well developed, and you're actually bigger than mine." Qin Molin freed up a hand and stroked Feng Xingying's,

Chest, muscle!

Is Feng Xingying crying, or crying, or crying?

She always had an intuition that Qin Molin had recovered his memory. Otherwise, how could he be mad at a man?

However, his actions were different.

"Qin Molin! If you lie to me, I will, I will ignore you again!" Feng Xingying said angrily.

His fingers slid across her chest muscles, as if it was me trying to prove that hers was bigger than his, he kneaded unconsciously, and then came to the conclusion:

"It's just too soft."

"..." Feng Xingying had the urge to hit someone.

Obviously taking advantage of her, why are you so righteous?

On the contrary, it seems that she is awkward and abnormal?

So angry!

Qin Molin didn't care about the fluffy kitten, and continued to touch her back with one hand, while the other hand was still rubbing against her chest.

This rascal!

"Qin Molin.

"Feng Xingying's voice was soft and cowardly, with a hint of ethereal.

Qin Molin stared at her delicate red lips, the love valley in his eyes was as dark as ink, which burned Feng Xingying's eyes.

Feng Xingying hurriedly lowered her head, quietly daring not to be presumptuous.

"Good, go to sleep." Qin Molin's lips curled up slightly, and he reached out from the top of Feng Xingying's head and stroked her silky long hair.

Feng Xingying was as quiet as a kitten, letting his hand walk gently on her body.

The sound of regular breathing came.

Qin Molin looked embarrassedly at the little guy in his arms who fell asleep again. Shaking his head helplessly.

Her body temperature was slightly cool, like the touch of a spirit crystal.

He always caressed his fingers softly, trying to bring her some warmth, for fear that she would freeze.

Especially her healing wound seemed to be really itchy.

When his fingers crossed, she would subconsciously make a kitten-like humming sound, which was very seductive.

He couldn't help but rub it lightly, just scratched it with his fingertips.

Qin Molin didn't dare to exert force at all, for fear of affecting the healing of the wound.

Qin Molin's temperature is getting higher and higher.

I want to eat her.

Feng Xingying slept more and more soundly.

This time, sleep soundly.

When she slept until midnight, she got up again, looked at Qin Molin, who was sleeping soundly, and sneaked out to change clothes secretly in a place where no one was there.

As everyone knows, Qin Molin opened his eyes long after she moved, and clung to her in the distance.

Feng Xingying changed into a palace maid's dress, and went to conspire with Nangong Yulian again.

"Little Bell, why are you missing again!" The sensitive Nangong Yulian seemed to have guessed something about Little Bell's disappearance, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that this person was useful to her.

"Your medicine can only disfigure Gu Dandan, but it won't kill her!" Nangong Yulian was not reconciled.