Chapter Six Hundred and Seventieth Strange Dream

Ji Jue's voice was gentle and quiet, his heartbeat was naturally clear, and he was not lying when he heard it.

After all, he is actually a very gentle and kind person.

Only such a person can infinitely tolerate their own spirit beasts that are useless and still eat, and have a arrogant temper.

Feng Xingying felt very at ease and fell asleep unconsciously.

She hasn't slept peacefully outside the space for a long time.

If there is such a brother, it seems to feel very good.

Feng Xingying even had a dream and vaguely saw his parents and relatives.

The picture in the dream gradually blurred, and Feng Xingying suddenly entered a familiar space.

With dark trees and red leaves, she lay quietly in the hot spring, and the warm water of the hot spring soaked her body.

In the courtyard, the smoke curled up from cooking, giving people a warm feeling.

The faint scent of porridge and rice spread, and Feng Xingying's lips showed a knowing smile.

The familiar figure is getting closer and closer. He is dressed in black as ink, his face is as cold as jade, the edges and corners are as sharp as a knife, and his deep pupils reflect her figure.

Feng Xingying smiled at him unconsciously and said softly, "Qin Molin, have you come to pick me up?"

He also smiled at her and reached out to her.

Feng Xingying happily put his hand in his palm.

He tugged lightly,

He pulled Feng Xingying out of the water.

Feng Xingying flew out of the water like a butterfly, hovering in the air, his wrists pulled hard and lightly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Familiar temperature and familiar atmosphere surround Feng Xingying.

She closed her eyes in fascination, and his kiss was like a flood bursting and overwhelming the sky.

His breath completely enveloped her, spreading little by little.

Her breath, her lungs were full of him.

Familiar warmth and emotion, unfamiliar despair and grief.

Is this real, or a dream?

Feng Xingying was a little confused.

If it is a dream, let the dream last longer.

"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying closed his eyes and wandered in the ocean of his breath.

Now he has endless tenderness, and his eyes have a little pain and pity.

All the restraints on her body were shattered at his fingertips, and she gently undid the placket for him.

With desperate madness, a hot and humid breath rushed on Feng Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying felt his body tighten suddenly, and his fiery had entered.

His temperature was still the familiar heat, and he wanted to ignite, ignite, ignite her desperately.

His repeated shocks made Feng Xingying forget the time, the place, and everything, and was only immersed in the unforgettable heart he brought her.

She felt that her body was light and soft, like rootless duckweed, cold and floating.

He immobilized her and warmed her heart with body heat.

He fought again and again, sending her into the clouds.

She thought she could take a breath, but now a new wave of conquests followed, sending her to a higher peak in the cloud.

"Qin Molin~~"

When she was emotionally moved, she finally shouted out loud, calling his name over and over again during his repeated expeditions.

Until the scorching magma exploded, Feng Xingying felt that heat flow exploded in his body and devoured his soul.

"Xingying, if I regret it, will you forgive me?" His voice was ethereal with some gentle trembling.

meeting?

A word was stuck in Feng Xingying's throat, but it remained unspoken for a long time.

She heard Qin Molin's sigh.

Her heart suddenly ached.

no longer conscious.

When Feng Xingying woke up, she was still the same tent and bed, and she was still the boy named Xiaoxing.

She could feel the hot temperature on her body, which belonged to Qin Molin. And Qin Molin's breath.

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