Chapter 103 I'm Sorry, I...

His lips were like a hot iron.

From the corners of her lips, her bun, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her ears, all the way to her neck.

Even though he was controlled by desire, he still wanted to be as gentle as possible with her.

Because Feng Xingying is the person he doesn't want to hurt the most.

If it was someone else, he would rather kill him than release himself like this.

Little by little, Feng Xingying's body was also ignited.

The medicinal power of Huan Yi San made her extremely sensitive.

Especially after the cloud cleared, looking at Qin Molin's enchanting and picturesque face, his concentration, his emotions, and everything he did were all because of her.

This feeling also fascinated her.

He is getting hotter.

All around her was his temperature.

She no longer felt that she was in an ice spring, but in a heat current created by Qin Molin for her.

The comfortable feeling makes her emotional.

Huan Yi San is pervasive.

It magnifies a person's senses and emotions more than a hundred times.

Just a little compliment can make it hard to resist.

What's more, Feng Xingying had already lived in his shadow at some point in his heart.

She likes his temperature, the feeling of being held by her, she likes everything about him, and she can't help it.

Just like him, a person with strong self-control will only face Feng Xingying, will he suddenly lose control and fall into forgetfulness.

Little by little, he kissed Feng Xingying's neck, igniting her last sanity.

Especially when she saw his thin, angular lips gently biting off her soaked tulle skirt, that kind of picture was even more difficult to control.

But Feng Xingying still closed her eyes abruptly, took a deep breath, and the cold and biting ice spring water entered her chest along the air.

Feng Xingying's skill is like electricity, and the two of them have a slender silver needle attached to each of them.

Qin Molin's eyes gradually returned to clarity.

From seductive blood red to deep and dark black.

He looked at her quietly, but he didn't withdraw his hand, still stuck in her black hair, supporting her little head.

There was a slight wound in his eyes.

Feng Xingying also regained her clarity, her eyes were like water, but she did not dare to look in Qin Molin's direction.

She knew he was angry.

Her refusal broke his heart.

He thought she was the same.

He doesn't say it, she understands.

But she doesn't say it, does he understand?

He just looked at Feng Xingying so quietly, everything around him became dead silent, there was no murmur of water, no cicadas and frogs, and even the wind had disappeared.

Yes, it's just the heartbeat of the two of them.

It was as if the whole world was the only two of them left.

He remained silent, still quietly looking at Feng Xingying's dodging eyes.

"I'm sorry." Feng Xingying spoke first. She raised her head magnanimously, met his eyes as deep as a galaxy, and said calmly:

"I just don't want to give this self to you."

Qin Molin still looked at Feng Xingying and said nothing.

The inexplicable pressure made Feng Xingying's heart heavy, but she didn't dodge this time, and quietly looked into his eyes, calm.

"Me too." He curled his lips into a smile and instantly melted all the ice and snow: "I never intended to use you to unravel my demon blood."

Demon blood?

I see.

Qin Molin's frequent symptoms turned out to be demon blood.

Demon blood-assisted cultivation used to be a popular topic in Yunxi Continent, but unfortunately, no one who swallowed demon blood was spared in the end.

"I'll be fine."

"I won't let you down."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

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