Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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When he first saw her, he was really seduced by the trace of primitive blood.

But he loved her, and it was true.

Qin Molin's last sane string was seduced by this demonized blood lips, his eyes completely turned blood red.

He swooped up desperately, sucking blood from her lips, with a deadly charm.

With every trace of blood flow, Feng Xingying can feel a trace of weakness.

But she resisted the pain, stood stubbornly, gave up the spiritual protection, and felt the pain like a common person.

Feng Xingying's **** was unknown when it was released, but there was no freedom of movement.

Because he hugged her tightly in his arms, replacing those spiritual forces, and encircled her in his arms, his **** was tighter than binding.

Qin Molin's eyes also turned reddishly, with a terrible sense of despair.

Feng Xingying pushed him hard, but seemed to have no energy at all.

He was somewhat subconscious. I also knew that she was taken into a room and thrown on an animal hide chaise longue in the room.

The chaise longue was softly cushioned under Feng Xingying's body, but he swooped up like a beast and pressed down hard.

Qin Molin can no longer control his emotions, and while sucking her blood through the wounds on the corners of her lips, he is very happy, despite the small amount.

And his hands and feet didn't stop, he tore her clothes violently, crushing her tightly.

Feng Xingying desperately pushed him. This humiliation was not what Feng Xingying wanted. This beastly Qin Molin was not what Feng Xingying wanted to see.

However, both her blood and herself have the deadliest and most direct temptation to him.

The blood, like a trickle, entered his mouth and stained his lips with a fuchsia.

And his enthusiasm once again swelled to the limit and brutally attacked the city.

"what!"

Feng Xingying screamed in pain.

There was no foreplay, no cooperation, and no emotion, which made Feng Xingying feel crack-like pain. She trembled, grasped the sheets subconsciously, and clutched them.

She didn't want to catch Qin Molin because she hated him now.

But Qin Molin all relied on the body's instincts, and after a while, he gave her endless pain, endlessly.

Until, those pains became numb, habits and shameful emotions.

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

It really hurts. He was bigger and longer than ordinary people, now he is more uncontrolled and completely rude.

What he brought to her was no longer enjoyment, but torture.

Feng Xingying hated herself most. She became accustomed to this pain and size, and gradually adapted to let him in and out.

This time, without any warning, it was like a hail storm that fell after a clear sky and thunder.

Feng Xingying endured in silence, endured, I do not know when the end.

Every pain made her more soberly aware of how weak she was and what shame he brought to her.

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

She used to love him so much, now she hates it.

Every bit of pain in Feng Xingying seemed to remind her that this was what she asked for, and it was her sin that should be redeemed. She deserves it, she can't help it.

Feng Xingying looked at the man who was strange to her, the blood pupil man who had been completely controlled by the demon blood, and sneered in pain.

This is Qin Molin.