Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Ji Jue's voice was gentle and peaceful, and his heartbeat was naturally clear, and he would not lie when he heard it.

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

Only such a person can tolerate his spirit beast, which is useless and can be eaten, and his temper is proud.

Feng Xingying felt relieved and fell asleep without knowing it.

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

If there is such an elder brother, it seems very good.

Feng Xingying even dreamed and saw his parents and relatives indistinctly.

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

Black trees, red leaves, she lay quietly in the hot spring, the warm water of the hot spring infiltrated her body.

In the courtyard, the smoke is soaring, giving people a warmth.

The faint smell of porridge rice radiates, and Feng Xingying's lips reveal a knowing smile.

The familiar figure was getting closer. He was dressed in black as ink, his face was as cold as jade, his edges were sharp as a knife, and his deep pupil reflected 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 her hand.

Feng Xingying happily put his hand on his palm.

With a slight drag, he pulled Feng Xingying out of the water.

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

Familiar temperature and familiar atmosphere surround Feng Xingying's body.

She closed her eyes obsessively, and his kiss was like a flood breaking the bank.

His breath, completely enveloping her, spread a little bit.

Her breath and her lungs were all about him.

Familiar warmth and emotion, strange despair and sorrow.

Is this really a dream?

Feng Xingying is a little confused.

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

"Qin Molin." Feng Xingying closed his eyes, in the sea of ​​his breath, hesitated.

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

All the restraints on her shattered at his fingertips, and she gently unbuttoned his placket.

He fluttered with desperate madness, hot and humid breath on Feng Xingying's face.

Feng Xingying felt a sudden tightening of his body, and his fieryness had already entered.

His temperature was still familiar, and he wanted to ignite her, ignite, and ignite again.

His shocks again and again made Feng Xingying forget time, place, and everything, just immersed in the heart he gave her.

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

He fixed her and warmed her heart with her temperature.

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

She thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, but found that a new wave of conquests followed, sending her to a higher peak in the clouds.

"Qin Molin ~~"

When she was emotional, she finally shouted out in amusement, and in his repeated discussions, he called his name again and again.

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

"Xingying, if I regret it, will you forgive me?" His voice trembled with a gentle tremor.

meeting?

A word stuck in Feng Xingying's throat, and stuck for a long time without saying anything.

She heard Qin Molin's sigh.

Her heart suddenly hurt.

No more consciousness.

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

She could feel the hot temperature on her body, which belongs to Qin Molin's temperature. There is also the breath of Qin Molin.