Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Eight Hot Springs, Wake up Three

That night, he had not completely lost his mind.

Not a single expedition he held her was an emotional talk.

Because she couldn't understand, and he hoped she could, it became an endless battle. She was defeated because she also had him in her heart.

This time, she was looking forward to it.

It's just that her body is unsatisfactory and difficult to respond.

Qin Molin sensed the subtle changes in Feng Xingying very carefully.

The blood stains on her face and body have been cleaned up, and she is as white as a piece of fine art, but it is so fragile that it will be broken if you are not careful.

He has to be careful, be careful.

Until she didn't know whether it was because of the scorching hot spring or his scorching heat, a layer of delicate peach pink appeared, just like a newly ripened peach.

He was no longer suppressed, and all his emotions, like a volcanic eruption, came out vigorously, intensely and hot.

When he came into contact with her at a negative distance, and after he entered deeply, Feng Xingying felt that he suddenly seemed to be alive.

She was like being devoured by tens of thousands of ants.

She wanted to give him an encouraging response, and she wanted him to know that she would.

It's a pity that she couldn't move half a minute, and she couldn't even hook her finger.

On the contrary, an uncontrollable voice overflowed from her lips delicately and softly, humming and chirping like the sound of a kitten being tickled, soft, delicate, and straight into the heart.

Qin Molin moved for a while, and the corners of his cold lips suddenly raised a curved arc.

"You also have me in your heart? Right?"

Feng Xingying was silent because she couldn't.

"If you don't answer, it's your default."

Feng Xingying heard it, but couldn't answer.

"Okay, if you don't say it, I will try my best until you say it." Qin Molin is in a good mood.

fierce battle,

continue.

Qin Molin is like a general who is invincible in a hundred battles, crusades the enemy camps again and again, and has to force them to surrender.

And the enemy he was crusades has completely fallen, where is the strength to disarm?

Only the soft voice of humming and chirping was the only response to him.

His efforts finally paid off.

Qin Molin's eyes were as bright as stars.

She was his, he knew it at first sight.

Can't go wrong.

He wouldn't let anyone take her away, not even death.

His expedition was endless and seemed to have endless physical strength.

At this moment, Feng Xingying fell into a feeling that he wanted to commit suicide.

Because of a mental method, it was spreading uncontrollably in her mind at this time.

Even if she couldn't move her body, her mind moved.

But she refused in her heart. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to hurt Qin Molin, and she didn't want to cast a stain on their relationship.

Some things, however, simply cannot be controlled.

Especially in her current situation, her spiritual power was completely useless, and she fell from the dignified spiritual master to the spiritual realm in one breath.

She didn't even have the strength to maintain her heartbeat or move her fingers, she could only rely on her body's instincts.

What Feng Xingying regrets most now is why she listened to her master recite this mental method that day!

Qin Molin of course felt the strangeness of Feng Xingying, and his spiritual power was sucked away by Feng Xingying.

He also just paused, and then became even more crazy.

"You can take everything from me if you want. As long as you come back."

His fingertips were scorching hot, ironing and tossing on her face.

At this time, Qin Molin's eyes were tender and enchanting.

The corners of Feng Xingying's eyes were a little wet, not tears, but blood.

His lips brushed from the corner of her eyes, gently wiping away the trace of blood. (83 Chinese Network )