Chapter 648: Imprisonment Five: No

Feng Xingying didn't know how long this lingering punishment lasted. She only knew that her consciousness became more and more blurred. Later, it was just her body's instinct that was entangled with him.

What's more, Qin Molin's domineering is that when she obviously doesn't cooperate or resists, she can still send her to the cloud.

It was, she didn't want, the pinnacle of shame.

Feng Xingying lost and retreated in this battle, both physically and mentally.

In the end, she gradually lost her intuition and only knew that her heart was bleeding, because she could feel that her body actually cooperated with him ashamedly.

On her lips, the bliss he brought again uttered indulgently.

That's not what she wanted, she was like a passerby, watching another stranger enjoying himself under him.

The most amazing thing is that after she fainted, she was subconsciously running the absorption technique, forcibly transferring the spiritual power from Qin Molin to herself.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's strength is too weak, and this transformation power cannot shake Qin Molin's foundation.

After a pouring rain, lightning and thunder, Qin Molin finally woke up after leaving the hottest magma in her body with satisfaction.

He looked at the little man who had passed out in his arms and felt extremely distressed.

There were blood stains on her lips, waist, and legs, showing his sin.

Qin Molin's heart aches inexplicably.

"Why?" He stroked her pale, paper-white cheek with his fingers in confusion.

she was in pain,

He was in pain.

Qin Molin took a deep breath, his dark eyes were full of sadness.

He carefully picked up Feng Xingying's thin body, walked out step by step, walked to the warm hot spring in the backyard, and placed her carefully.

On the way, Feng Xingying, who was sleeping, subconsciously grabbed Qin Molin's arm and said incoherently in his sleep:

"No, no."

"Qin Molin, save me."

"no, do not want,"

Her voice was full of fear and distress, and she was different from the usual Feng Xingying.

Qin Molin's heart seemed to be hit hard with a heavy hammer, suffocating instantly.

He remained silent and let Feng Xingying's fingers grab his arm, getting deeper and deeper, until a few bloody mouths were drawn.

Pain, yes.

But this pain was nothing compared to Feng Xingying's scars.

He would rather have her catch him a few more times.

But she suddenly let go at this time, in despair.

Feng Xingying, who was talking in his sleep, suddenly said, "He won't come to save me, everything is fake.

In the future, I will still be alone, I will be Feng Xingying, and I will not be afraid of any bloody storms. I want to be strong. "

Obviously, it's just a plain nonsense. It fits Feng Xingying's character very well.

Listening to Qin Molin's heart is the deepest colic.

This time, it's not a sledgehammer.

Instead, there was an invisible sharp knife that pierced into his heart and shattered his heart little by little, breaking it into a mess.

Yes, how could she call Qin Molin to save her?

Obviously he was hurting her.

No one has hurt her more than him.

In particular, she said, she is alone, to be strong.

It made Qin Molin's heart almost stop breathing, but he couldn't refute it.

Did she really despair of him?

Does she no longer trust him?

Is he no longer her support, but her bloody storm?

Qin Molin was speechless to refute.

Feng Xingying was still asleep, but her body was no longer as cold as jade as before, but with a normal body temperature, which was even higher.

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