Chapter 499: Poison Attribute Four: Open Your Mouth

On the back of the Moyu Lion King.

"Open your mouth." Qin Molin said dotingly. Although his voice was still magnetic, it had a gentleness that he had never had before.

Feng Xingying opened her mouth obediently.

A spiritual fruit entered Feng Xingying's mouth.

Feng Xingying didn't care what it was, she opened her mouth to eat, and she refused to take her eyes off the ancient medical book in her hand for a moment.

Qin Molin blinked.

"Open your mouth." The repetition continued.

Feng Xingying opened her mouth obediently.

Just, what's wrong?

When Feng Xingying reacted, she realized that this time she was not biting on a spiritual fruit, but Qin Molin's finger.

This……

Fortunately, he didn't go deep, and she didn't exert any effort.

It's just that this picture is a little weird.

Feng Xingying's confused eyes seemed to be calling him.

Qin Molin slammed down.

Instead of fingers, it was his lips.

"Wow, you... um." Feng Xingying responded inarticulately.

Because her lips were tightly sealed by others, lingering to death.

From his fiery lips, she felt the suppressed heat and hopelessness.

She was a little at a loss, and a little addicted to it.

It is still confused to deal with, but it follows the body's instinctive response.

I felt the little man in my arms soften a little bit.

Qin Molin's heart also softened a little bit.

He can't wait to melt with her, and then melt into each other's bodies, never to be separated again.

It seemed he was really going crazy.

He embraced her body and suddenly rose into the air, floating in the air.

Lips, but always close together.

Repressed joy.

Long-lost frenzy.

at this moment.

Fiery, spreading.

She is like a fire, igniting the fireworks in his heart and releasing a splendid light.

Lips parted, he stared silently at her face.

Feng Xingying's eyes only recovered at this moment. The water is full of water, but it has deep perseverance, and it is also mixed with a vague softness.

Such a cute and gentle Feng Xingying was only shown in front of him.

The corner of Qin Molin's lips raised a proud arc.

Her lips, rosy and plump, with a little bit of sparkle, were the Gu Qiwang he brought out.

His knuckled fingers lightly brushed his lips, wiping them clean.

But this kind of action made Feng Xingying rise again, and couldn't help but nibble mischievously.

"Little goblin! You brought it on yourself."

He left a muffled warning in her ear.

Before Feng Xingying asked: Is it too late to regret it now?

She knew it was too late.

Qin Molin has always been very fast and never gave people any reaction time.

The overwhelming kiss left little traces on Feng Xingying's face. Finally, the pair of delicate and helpless lips were captured.

From gentle to domineering. From repressed to unscrupulous.

It was like a long dull summer afternoon, when all of a sudden the clouds rolled and the drizzle continued.

The haggard is too weak to defend the ground, and it has turned into violent winds and rain, and stormy waves.

Unbridled pouring downpour, telling the friendship in his heart.

Feng Xingying is like a tough grass, still unyielding in the wind and rain.

It's just that it is difficult for her to completely control her mood.

She wanted to say: You forgot our agreement.

When he opened his mouth, what overflowed was a suppressed voice.

This sound gave him enough encouragement to make him more and more brave, and in her mouth, he was plundering and tireless.

In order to prevent getting too deep, Feng Xingying turned his attention to the scenery under his feet.

They are in midair now.

White clouds drifted past them, and the treetops were at their feet. The entire forest of monsters overlooked spectacularly. It's like taking a flight and looking down at the ever-shrinking landscape below.