Chapter 1523: The Great Formation of the God of Lost Four

"Beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?" A familiar voice suddenly appeared in Feng Xingying's ear.

Feng Xingying stared at the man who kept approaching her in a daze, the feeling of palpitations was definitely not because he was really more handsome than the star.

She looked at him as if he had known her for thousands of years.

"We, do you know each other?" Feng Xingying's eye sockets were a little sour, and she stubbornly held back the tears that were about to fall.

She is obviously happy, why is she crying?

"Of course we know each other. We have been in love for tens of thousands of years. Feng Xingying, don't you remember me?"

There was a trace of bewilderment in Feng Xingying's eyes.

"Then, let's get to know each other again. My name is Qin Molin."

Why does this sentence sound so familiar? It seems that in a big forest, someone once talked to her like this, Feng Xingying replied almost subconsciously:

"Hello, let's get to know each other again. My name is Feng Xingying. This is my pet, Zhima."

Feng Xingying didn't know why, but she had a cute little black rabbit in her arms, and she knew that little black rabbit's name was Zhima.

"Let's have a dance."

"But I won't."

"I can teach you."

"Um."

When they stepped onto the dance floor, led by him, she danced along with the gorgeous piano sound. His movements became faster and faster, and she was able to keep up.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that they flew into the air, dancing and spinning like birds in the air, is this a movement that humans can do?

Why can he do it? And she actually wants to do it subconsciously?

This dance became the focus of the dance party.

But when he was most interested, he whispered in her ear: "Feng Xingying, wake up."

Feng Xingying looked at him, a little dazed.

The next day, the Qin family proposed marriage to the Feng family, and Feng Xingying agreed shyly.

I don't know if the two families are marrying each other.

Or is it that they are so attracted to each other, and they love each other until they don't see each other for a day.

The wedding turned out to be held a week later.

He accompanied her to see the sea, climb mountains, watch the sunrise, go shopping with her, choose clothes with her, and take wedding photos with her.

In her world, every detail is him, who is about to take the place of her parents.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Qin Molin, and when she closed her eyes, she was thinking of Qin Molin.

Until the wedding day, everything was like a dream, and she became his most beautiful bride.

He didn't drink, but he was eager to carry her into the bridal chamber.

Their sweetness and love have already penetrated into the marrow of their bones. No matter the kiss or intimacy, everything is so natural. Not only was there no resistance or shyness in her heart, but even a hint of expectation.

When he penetrated her body, he whispered in her ear again: "Feng Xingying, wake up, you wake up, I will be with you."

"Husband." Feng Xingying lazily stretched out his limbs to hug him, enjoying the tenderness of the newlyweds.

He reluctantly gave up, and could only use his familiar strength and posture to send her into the clouds, trying to make her recall some of the past.

After a crazy night, Feng Xingying looked at the snow-white sheets and lost her mind. Isn't it the first time for her? Why is there no blood?

Yeah, she's not.

There are thousands of poses in different places in her mind, but there is only one man, which is Qin Molin.

But why, those are obviously past lives and dreams, how could they be so real in her mind?

"Xiaoying, it's time for breakfast." Qin Molin's voice was hoarse and tired.