Chapter 72: King Leng Poison II: 1 Click Is Fine

What a proud person Feng Xingying is? The most annoying thing on weekdays is being touched.

And the man who dared to belittle her sullenness would hardly see the sun the next day.

Only, Qin Molin.

In front of outsiders, he is a cold king.

But in Feng Xingying's eyes, this man was as passionate as fire.

His fiery ignited her cold heart bit by bit.

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

Feng Xingying closed her eyes softly.

He seemed to feel Feng Xingying's obedience, and his movements became gentle. One arm clasped the back of her head, and the other slender and powerful hand raised her chin.

Bend down and kiss her with love!

He used his hot tongue to pry open her teeth and raged in Feng Xingying's mouth, as if with some kind of oath and sovereignty.

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

When her lips were released, Feng Xingying gasped for breath, her cheeks were red as fire, and even the air she inhaled was scorching hot, igniting her little by little.

He wanted to get over it again.

Feng Xingying sighed softly, and a shining silver needle pierced his waist from her finger.

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

His eyes were deep, and he was staring at the girl with messy hair, blushing cheeks, and aggrieved eyes.

"Feng Xingying." His voice was a little warmer than usual, but magnetic but not hoarse.

"So, you're sick again?" Feng Xingying also restrained her charming emotions, and a trace of ice flashed in her eyes: "Can't you go to someone else?"

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

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

The figures of the two gradually disappeared.

"I don't mean anything else, I'm a doctor, you're a patient, I'm just discussing the condition with you. If you can't hold on, then..." Feng Xingying pursed her lips, but said nothing, but the meaning was very clear.

Feng Xingying was a stubborn woman in her bones.

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

She can be sure that if she sees Qin Molin with other women, she will leave him forever.

Because she has her pride.

Understanding is one thing, but accepting it is another.

What was his kiss to her? Those passions are the passions that are released to her only when they can't help themselves and can't help themselves?

Is it okay to change to a woman?

"You are the first, and you will be the last." Qin Molin's voice carried an angry murderous aura.

He pulled Feng Xingying into his arms.

Feng Xingying didn't notice for a while, her face slammed into his firm chest, and the familiar breath made Feng Xingying feel a little addicted.

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

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

"Let me hug him, okay? Just a moment." His voice contained a hint of grief.

Feng Xingying's heart softened, and her body also softened. Stop resisting.

His breath surrounded her, like bathing in the sea breeze of early spring, slightly warm, moist, and nostalgic.

One moment, one moment.

Feng Xingying also told herself to stop her heart, just lean on it, and it's fine.

One second, two seconds...a stick of incense time passed.

Feng Xingying twisted awkwardly.

Instead, he held him tighter.

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