Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Seventh Hot Spring, Wake up Two

On the lips, there was a delicate warmth, a soft and familiar touch, which made Feng Xingying's weak and cold body find a trace of warmth.

Her heart beat slightly uncontrollably.

Feng Xingying was inexplicably excited.

As long as her heart was beating, she was still alive.

She never let go.

It was only after her heart beat that it pulled at the frozen blood all over her body, causing pain.

She was hurt so badly that every breath, every heartbeat, was a fatal pain.

Feng Xingying didn't care, all the pain was out of reach, the warmth between his lips and teeth.

Her eyes were tightly closed, but she could sense the scene in front of her.

The man of unparalleled beauty, like a prince in a fairy tale, has a gloomy face that fascinates all beings.

Thin lips with sharp edges and corners, domineeringly cover the blood lines flowing from Feng Xingying's facial features.

His lips and teeth were hot, and he wiped away the blood on her face little by little.

Their bodies were immersed in a scorching hot spring together.

The temperature in the water had reached at least 80 degrees, which was no longer considered warm, but rather hot.

Such a temperature is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

But Qin Molin's body is not even afraid of flames, how could he be afraid of this temperature?

And the layer of thin ice on Feng Xingying's body was caused by the ultimate mysterious ice body that she transformed from Jiuyin Jumai.

Such a temperature, it can't even break the thin ice on its body, how can it hurt her?

Only, the ice on Feng Xingying's face was melted by Qin Molin's hot lips and teeth.

In the process, her biting cold brought him a cold, coldness and despair that went straight into his heart.

"Feng Xingying, how can you be so cruel? It turns out that you really don't want to be responsible for me."

Qin Molin's voice was hoarse and magnetic, with a trace of indelible sadness.

Like an abandoned child, his sky is also full of gray mist.

She is the coldness he can touch, and the coldness is in his heart, but it can dispel all his scorching anxiety and haze.

Looking at Feng Xingying like this, he no longer suppressed his emotions.

The dexterous tongue, like a bridge, conveyed all his unease and all his fiery to her.

This time, Feng Xingying's heart was very quiet, she didn't think about anything, didn't look at anything.

She couldn't see his domineering, he couldn't see his beautiful obsession, and he couldn't see his love valley.

She could not smell the faint body odor and hot breath that he was familiar with.

Because of her five senses, all of them are on strike.

This time, Feng Xingying really played himself badly.

Feng Xingying now only has feelings, feelings that come from the depths of his soul.

She doesn't even have to think about who she is, or who he is. You don't have to worry about morality or the world.

She loved being kissed and loved so much by him.

She wants more.

She wanted to respond to him.

But Feng Xingying still couldn't do it.

She could only unilaterally feel his growing affection and passion.

His body, like a blazing fire, kept increasing the temperature of a hot spring, just to ignite Feng Xingying, a piece of ice that will never melt for ten thousand years.

He turned all the heartache, all the depression, into body language.

Feng Xingying's heart began to beat at a slow rhythm.

She knew that her heart beat for him.

She is also looking forward to him, looking forward to his further in-depth.

She felt her cold body, comforted a little by the scorching fire, and every pore began to melt.

Feel his gentleness and domineering.

Feng Xingying suddenly realized. (83 Chinese Network )