Chapter 522: Departure Three: Farewell

When Feng Xingying was in a bad mood, even Qin Molin suffered.

"It's all you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't provoke a mad dog like Ling Chuxue." Feng Xingying gave Qin Molin a bitter look.

Qin Molin curled his lips into a smile and embraced Feng Xingying's shoulder dotingly: "Okay, I'm a mad dog. Would you like to be bitten by a mad dog?"

"I don't want to!" Feng Xingying was so angry, how could it make him feel better.

When he met Qin Molin, a rogue, there was nothing he could do if he didn't want to.

Because he has already moved his mouth, gently biting and numb to her ears, side neck, cheeks.

"Are you a dog? Biting people!" Feng Xingying rarely pushed him away, her face was red and her ears were about to explode.

Qin Molin suddenly stretched out his slender arms and hugged her tightly.

Time seemed to stand still.

He held her so quietly, sniffing her familiar breath greedily.

"you……"

"Come on, let me hold you for a while."

Feng Xingying was really at a loss for such a suddenly serious Qin Molin.

She was a little irritable because of Dean Xiao, but she slowly calmed down in his embrace.

His hug is pure, only friendship, no Qinggu owes (together it is yu).

Makes people feel at ease and comfortable.

"I'm going to leave for a while, it won't be too long. You are obedient and take care of yourself." His voice was gentle, with a hint of bewitching charm.

"When will I stop taking care of myself?"

"Yes, you are the best at taking care of yourself. The situation may have changed recently. Go to Tongtian Pavilion to retreat. Every star lord has his own retreat room, the place he took you to last time."

"Okay, I see, the nagging pavilion master!" Feng Xingying looked helpless: "I'll go to retreat when you leave, okay?"

"Well, dear." He reached out and stroked the long hair between her foreheads. Like lovingly stroking a child.

People are not children, fall!

However, Feng Xingying didn't dare to fry her hair indiscriminately now. Once the result of frying her hair, it would probably attract someone's beast surname.

It's a pity that her gentle cooperation still evokes someone's debt.

Qin Molin's lips, soft and hot, with a touch of fresh warmth, brushed past her ear, dyeing her delicate earlobe red.

As if the flowers were in full bloom, Feng Xingying's heart also opened a crack.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and wiped a little vermilion cold on his enchanting face.

Qin Molin's temperature was ignited by her with a bang.

Overwhelming!

Feng Xingying wanted to escape, but it was too late.

His pursuit spreads all over her.

Ignite every cold cell of hers.

Fortunately, Qin Molin knows how to be careful.

He teased her every bit *, but only tasted it.

He opened every inch of her pores and let her heart, like an unfolded flower bud, bloom freely, petal by petal, but it was not swept away by the sudden storm.

His kiss, long and thin, seemed to be expressing parting reluctance and lovesickness.

Lip points.

Feng Xingying was like a fish devoid of water, gasping for breath, her delicate cheeks covered with a thin layer of powder.

Her eyes were hazy with a layer of water mist, like a net, catching people's hearts.

All of Qin Molin's self-control collapsed at this moment.

He took her into his arms domineeringly, kissed her hard, and seemed to use all his strength to rub her into his body and take her away.

"Wow, you~"

Feng Xingying's voice that wanted to resist was weakly unable to break through his Gu Qiwang's barrier.