Chapter 647: Imprisonment IV: Strong Love

When he first saw her, he was really seduced by the original smell of blood.

It's just that he's in love with her, it's true.

Qin Molin's last sensible string was seduced by the coquettish bloody lips, and his eyes completely turned blood red.

He rushed forward desperately, sucking the blood from her lips with a deadly charm.

With every trace of blood flowing, Feng Xingying could feel a trace of weakness.

But she endured the pain, stood there stubbornly, gave up the protection of her spiritual power, and truly felt the pain like an ordinary person.

The shackles on Feng Xingying's body have been untied, but there is no freedom of movement.

Because he tightly bound her in his arms, instead of those spiritual powers, he encircled her in his arms, his bondage was tighter than the binding.

Qin Molin's eyes became more and more coquettish, and his breath carried a terrifying sense of despair.

Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but seemed to have no strength.

He was somewhat subconscious. She also knew that she was taken into a room and threw on an animal skin chaise longue in the room.

The concubine was softly cushioned under Feng Xingying, but he rushed up like a beast and pressed it down.

Qin Molin could no longer control his emotions, and he continued to suck her blood through the wound on the corner of her lips. Although the amount was small, he never tired of it.

And his hands and feet didn't stop, rudely tore her clothes to shreds, pressing her down.

Feng Xingying pushed him desperately,

This kind of humiliation was not what Feng Xingying wanted. Such a beast-like Qin Molin was not what Feng Xingying wanted to see.

However, whether it is her blood or herself, there is the most deadly and direct temptation to him.

Blood, like a trickle, entered his mouth and dyed his lips a coquettish purple-red.

And his hot iron swelled to the limit again, rudely attacking the city.

"what!"

Feng Xingying screamed in pain.

Without any foreplay, without any cooperation and affection, Feng Xingying felt a pain like a ripped silk. She trembled all over, and subconsciously grasped the sheets tightly, holding on tightly.

She doesn't want to catch Qin Molin because she hates him now.

But Qin Molin relied on his body's instinct, one after another, brutally causing her endless pain, endlessly.

Until those pains turned into numbness, habit and shame.

Feng Xingying stubbornly resisted not wanting to make a sound, but she still couldn't help spilling a few syllables from her teeth from time to time.

It really hurts, he was already bigger and longer than ordinary people, and now he is even more uncontrolled and completely rude to possess.

What he brought her was not enjoyment, but torture.

Feng Xingying hated herself the most. After she got used to the pain and size, she gradually got used to it and allowed him to come and go freely.

This time, without any warning, it was like a hailstorm slammed down the sky after a thunderbolt.

Feng Xingying endured silently, enduring it, not knowing when the end would be.

Every trace of pain made her more soberly aware of how powerless she was and the shame he brought her.

The shame of the body will never match the endless despair of the heart.

Once, she loved him so much, and now she hates him so much.

Every trace of Feng Xingying's pain seemed to remind her that it was her own fault and the sin she should atone for. She deserved it, she was overthinking it.

Feng Xingying looked at this strange man who made her feel terrible, this man with blood pupils who was completely controlled by demon blood, and sneered in pain.

This is Qin Molin.

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